Good Guys Finish Lasting

15

Your POV

"You don't come to visit this often; this is a surprise." Ren sat down opposite to me.

"It is; isn't it?" I smiled as I sat down too. "And I'm positive that soon we'll be able to see each other every day."

He looked at me confusedly. "I don't think that's allowed." Then he eyed me suspiciously. "Did you get fired from your job?"

"Yes."

"No wonder you're proposing to see me every day," he pitied me.

I sighed. "Ren, remember my best friend from school?"

"Lyra?"

". . . No. I’m talking about someone else." I felt a bit annoyed.

"Who else was there?" he thought.

"Hoseok," I answered for him.

"Oh!" He came to a sudden realization. "Him. Yeah, I remember him. He was that kid who loved smiling."

I giggled. "Yeah, him."

"What about him?"

"Well he came back from Japan a few weeks ago, and now he's a secret agent."

"You’re kidding me. That kid?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Wow. I always thought he'd end up being a social worker or kindergarten school owner."

I laughed. "Me, too. Who would have thought? But the thing is I'm filing a retrial proposal for you."

"What? Are in your right mind? Why do you think you’ll win so suddenly?"

"Because now I have a proper lawyer-"

"How will you prove my innocence?! We don't have any proof or any witnesses!"

"We do!" I cut his yelling off. "I know we'll win this time."

"No, we won't."

"Hoseok is going to request the footage from the secret service." He looked at me confusedly. "No matter what, I don't think your accusers were powerful enough to get the footage deleted from there."

"God . . ." Ren looked into space as if he couldn't believe it, a smile of relief and disbelief on his face. "You really think I'll get out?"

"Just pray that Hoseok gets the footage."

I gave him a reassuring smile.

* * *

"I did put in a request." Hoseok sat down next to me on the sofa. "I hope we get the reply soon enough."

"Me, too." I took a deep breath.

"I smell cherries." He sniffed.

"Yeah, that's my lip gloss."

"It smells tasty," He joked.

"Want to try?" I asked pouting my lips for him.

"Yeah, sure," he said to my surprise. He swiped his finger against my lips and put it in his mouth. "Hm, yeah, it does taste like cherry."

I smashed my hand against my forehead at his answer. I can't even tell if he's avoiding it or if he's plain dumb.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, and I looked at him.

Everything's wrong, you buffoon! Can't you take a hint?

"No, everything is fine."

Author's bullshit.

A short new chapter. Lol. What did you expect a 1000 words ch? But too bad your author is so lazy 👿