ONESHOTS || MEANIE ● WONMIN

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"Jun, what the hell? What did you do?!"

"Happy birthday, boss~ You said to gift you something you cherish the most."

"Yes—something, not a fucking person. Why did you bring him here?"

"Don't you like him, boss? You've been going to that café for months now, and you don't even like coffee."

"Exactly. I like him, so why the hell did you kidnap him? Are you insane? Do you want him to hate me? Are you even thinking straight right now?"

Mingyu should've known better than to think that Jun's supposed birthday present this year would be normal. Why did he even hope for that to be the case when every single year Jun always proved him wrong?

One time, it was a whole-ass cow just because he commented, while passing a farm, that the cows in the barn looked cute.

Then another year, Jun bought Mingyu an entire restaurant just because he had mentioned that he liked eating steak on his birthday.

But this year?

Yeah. This goes beyond weird and random gifts.

This is just a pure crime.

Not that crime was something Mingyu was unfamiliar with, considering his literal job.

"So, do you want me to let him go, boss? He's knocked out right now, so we can just put him back where we took him from."

"You even drugged him?!"

"Had to. He was thrashing so much when we took him."

"Of course he was! He was getting kidnapped. Who in their right mind would be calm in that situation, huh?!"

Jun was a Chinese man a few years older than Mingyu. He had grown up alongside him since they were kids. His father had been part of the group for as long as both Mingyu and Jun could remember. And as soon as Jun became an adult, he was initiated into the group and assigned to watch over Mingyu as his secretary-slash-bodyguard.

A role with a hefty responsibility, anyone would say. And for the most part, Jun was excellent at his job. He just had moments where it seemed like he chose to leave his brain at home and terrorize Mingyu to the utmost level, the poor heir always on his toes—not because of his enemies, but because his unhinged secretary had a tendency to do stupid things like this.

Mingyu walks closer to the tied-up body on the chair. The pale man's head hangs low, chest rising and falling steadily amidst the dire situation he is in. His hands and feet are bound with thick rope that digs into his skin, red marks blooming where he is restrained.

Kneeling down, Mingyu reaches for the man's face. His fingers caress his cheek down to his jaw. Though he had just given Jun an earful for literally kidnapping this person, a larger part of him was actually happy to be able to get this close to him—to finally be able to touch him.

"Wonwoo. I'm sorry for what my idiot of a secretary has done to you. But now that you're here, we might as well make the most of this opportunity, right? Don't you agree?"

Sweet.

Like a hint of chocolate.

That was the first thing Wonwoo noticed as soon as he started blinking his eyes open. The scent of sweet air invaded his nostrils the moment his body finally recovered from the drug that had knocked him out cold.

"What the hell?"

"Oh, you're finally awake~ Are you feeling any better? Want to drink some water?"

Wonwoo turns to the voice, his system engaging flight-or-fight mode the moment he realizes he is in some strange place.