Caffeine (Kyumin)

Chapter 14

It's been weeks and I haven't told Kyu about the message.

Get rid of Cho

What did it mean? Kill him? Break up with him? Leave?

"Are you okay? You look like you're over thinking..." I looked up and saw Suho sit down in the chair in front of me. He handed me a mug of coffee.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking. Shouldn't you be working?" I asked.

"Have you looked around? No one is here...." I looked up and the only people there were us two.

"Right... I knew that." I whispered.

"What's wrong? Boyfriend problems?" he laughed as he said it. I nodded and he became serious.

"Do you need help with anything?" I shook my head and he looked at me with concern.

"I can handle it by myself. Just go home. I'm closing early."

"But it's Tuesday... And it's 5 pm..." he said while I pushed him out the main doors.

I also left and went back home.

"Psst" I heard someone say. I turned around and no one was there. I walked faster.

"Lee Sungmin." I stopped and turned. There was a person there.

"Who are you?" I yelled.

Folders flew to my feet. I looked down and picked them up. When I looked up again the person was gone. I put the folder in my jacket and ran home.

I laid the folder out on my desk. There was information about my victims. Pictures of me stabbing those people. And the more pictures of me put the bodies in trash cans, creeks, and a forest.

I rubbed my temples.

How did someone take these pictures? It was impossible.

My phone buzzed.

Unknown: Convinced? Get rid of Cho and I won't turn these pictures in.

Being black mailed? This reminded me of the American drama "Pretty Little Liars" That was a pretty good show.

I sat there, thinking of what the person meant by get rid of him.

I heard the door unlock.

"Shit!" I said loudly. I grabbed the folder and took a picture frame down. Behind that picture was a safe. I punched in the password and put the folder in there. I covered it back with the picture.

"Sungmin!"

"In here!"

Kyuhyun walked into my room with bottles of wine. He held them up happily.

"Let's drink!" he had two glasses with him.

"Are those my glasses?" I asked.

He poured the wine and handed me a glass.

"I don't know what your talking about." he said while smiling and taking a sip of the wine.

"Why are you so happy? It's so unpleasant..." I said as I took a sip of the delicious wine.

"Something amazing happened!" he started to say. I nodded.

"So I have to go to America for a conference and while I'm there I also have vacation! And I can bring a couple of guests. The company will pay for everything. The plane ticket, the hotel, the food, everything!" he took another sip of wine.

"Is that so? You're not suppose to be drinking..." I mumbled to myself.

"I don't care! But let's go! The plane leaves tomorrow!" he was smiling and jumping.