As Hae Wong was driving off to his office in the cold early morning, he kept frowning.
His stare was gazing far ahead in the distance on the road.
He was starting to become anxious.
His father never made empty threats.
What could his message the hell be about exactly?
Hae Wong mentally went over all the projects going on, and the plans that had been set over the last few months, trying to figure out how Lee Jum Seung could get a hold on him through any of them.
If he wanted to be able to counter his plans, Hae Wong had to find as fast as possible what all the matter was...
Images and sounds of the previous weeks with Jimin kept on coming to his mind, interrupting his train of thoughts...
His smiling face... His lovely eyes... His parted lips... His cute giggles and his crystal laughter ... His soft arms... The warm, mild scent of his skin... His embrace... His touch... The way his hips fitted so well in his palms... Their endless talks far into the night ... Their whispers after love... His kindness... His limitless understanding... His pure heart...
He shivered as he wondered how he would even be able to cope without all of this now...
This was so intense.
Jimin was completely intertwined with his whole self, with his soul.
Never had he cared for someone in such a powerful way.
He cared so much it hurt.
But he didn't want it to stop.
He wanted more of it.
He didn't want to lose him.
As a new wave of fears hit him, his thoughts trailed back to reality.
He pressed a button on the dashboard.
Soon a familiar male voice answered his call.
"Good morning, Sir."
"I need you to inquire urgently on some projects and some people. Do not send your reports to my office. Do not tell me about the results of you inquiries on the phone. You will have to hand them in to me in person. Buy a new phone after each report."
"Yes, Sir... I'm listening, Sir".
"Alright ..." Hae Wong paused for a second, then he listed. "First start with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I want to know about its links with the Director for Press Relations for International Economic Cooperation. Next step will be the links between the Presidential Press Center and the Director of the Office for Trilateral Cooperation. We're not talking about the legal and official stuff we've already bee through. We're talking unofficial affairs and links of course."
"I got it, Sir" the familiar voice replied.
"Then proceed to the Secretary for Internal Economic Cooperation ..."
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(sorry, short chapter! ^^)
(maybe you should pay attention though... ;o)
I promise the next ones will be longer :o)
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