really? • taennie

044 - man in trouble

With uncertainty of what is to come, yet ready for it, he struts his way to a hotel room down the hallway where he is summoned.

He would certainly list what is he being called for, yet he wanted to clear his mind and only think he can face it on his own.

After a few deep breaths and taps of assurance on his chest, he knocks on the door. As he was expected, it was not long enough when the other responded: "Come in."

And in, he went. Compared to the warmth the peaceful tiled hallway gave, his shoes are welcomed with the fur floor, similar to the almost all-carpeted room he had. Already in the middle of the night, he understood the chilling atmosphere of the room. It was ready for a full-on sleep mode.

Except the older man who owned the room remained bothered.

He saw the Older sitting in the middle of the leather couch in front of the television, already on his white shirt and pajamas. Its eyes followed his every movement. Ashamed, he can only bow from the door.

"Sit down." The Older commanded, and so he obliged. It was not helping that his knees grew weak. He perfectly understands how strict he can get, but his brows tells him he was being reasonable.

Without hesitation and flowery words, the Older pulls a phone from his pocket, placed it on the coffee table that separates them, and slides it in front of him. He could not believe he was finally seeing his device after a month.

"Your phone kept lighting up so I'm seeing all that you receive. I could tolerate it, but not this time."

With wide eyes, he looks up to the person first, before finally, slowly, slipping his phone back to his hands. In weeks of anticipation, he finally lights up his lock screen, only to be surprised by two main notifications he never thought he'd get.

"I'm giving you 5 minutes to fix your mess. Don't leave this room because you'll still surrender that to me." He slid his screen and pressed his PIN, and saw the whole thread that will bring him dread.

And then there's her friend's threat. And souvenir.

"Shit." He looks up. "PDnim. Appa. 10 minutes max. Please. I have a lot of explaining to do."

"You were able to spend a good five minutes to explain before I collected your phone, didn't I?"

But I was in a panic because I got caught by you, directly. And what can I actually say to explain to her fully? I was fidgeting. His members scolded him for only texting a freaking Abu that she doesn't even know the meaning of, you freak--to quote their eldest/eomma.

"...please? Sincerely. Last favor about this."

"Then... 10 minutes, and we discuss this formally with her company?"

Fuck. YG has a dating ban. He can't.

He'll be dead. She'll be dead.

"5 minutes, it is."

Good job for getting caught! Now... where should I start?...

Instantly, and thank goodness he had a brain cell for today, he rushed to his contacts for a person he highly relies on currently in Korea.

Kim Minjae
+82 XXX XXXX

taehyung
Minjae...
I need your help.