REAPER || minsung ✔︎

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"Hello? Quick question; why on earth did you do that?!" Seungmin exclaimed, visible stress coating his face.

He ran a hand through his red hair, messing it up. It reflected his mental state quite accurately. This was against the rules and it meant extra paper work. His boss was going to be the death of him. Well, if he wasn't dead already. Could you die twice? Who knew. Maybe Seungmin could find out.

Minho couldn't meet Seungmin's expectant gaze. He had the same question running his mind. Why the hell did he do that?

"I—" don't know, he wanted to say, but his pride never let him, cursing at him for even thinking that. "I-I couldn't let the kid die that way, that was the most stupid way a person can die! Isn't that a little saddening?!" Yeah, that's it, that was the reason. He sighed solemnly, inspecting his nails. "Besides... he was still young too."

"You let Chan die," Seungmin stated dryly, scribbling his new tasks into his journal.

"Well look at him now, he's the Head Angel. I did him a favor," Minho retorted, rolling his eyes. Smugly he turned to face the younger. "Being the Grim Reaper and helping other's get employed on the side. They should raise my pay."

Seungmin exhaled through his nose and in a barely audible voice he said, "You let me die."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I wasn't the one to take your soul," Minho replied, a helpless waver in his voice.

"You still let me die, betcha it was because you didn't want to do the paperwork," Seungmin snapped and turned his chair away from Minho.

Minho pinched the bridge of his nose. This kid really got on his nerves sometimes — all the time. They'd been over the discussion multiple times over the last 50 years and it always ended up with both of them feeling absolutely miserable about their immortality and filled with guilt for blaming someone who had no reason to be blamed.

"Seungmin, you were literally dumped in my office, I was perfectly fine doing my own paperwork."

No, I'm not please don't let me do it on my own, he mentally cried.

A flashback played in which it was a chaos of clutter. Dates had been messed up, deadlines had been forgotten and 11 AM had been the reasonable time to start taking vodka-espresso shots – a state Minho wished he'd never find himself back in.

Seungmin huffed and crossed his arms. "And I don't even know about my life before death." He sat down at his desk and spun his chair so he wouldn't be facing his boss once again. "And even with these stupid powers there's nothing I can do about it," he added under his breath.

"It's for the best," Minho sighed and the conversation stopped there.

He watched the back of Seungmin's head, seeing the disappointment on his face through it.

Truth was, nobody remembered their life before they died unless it was a punishment. Forgetting was a way of gifting them a clean platter to start their reincarnated life with. Minho himself wasn't even sure if he had actually died or if he had been selected only to collect lost souls. Perhaps it was both.

Seungmin was obviously still pissed off about the whole thing, so without a word he skidded passed the soul taker and plopped down behind Minho's desk, making sure to drop the stack of papers as loudly as possible.

"Oh, Mr. Reaper, you've got a new note," Seungmin deadpanned, crossing his legs with a raised eyebrow. "Unless you decide their way of dying is too dumb too."

A challenging look was set on his face and Minho knew he wouldn't get away with it if he did it again. Seungmin's wrath was the worst.

Minho cleared his throat, feeling a little intimidated by his secretary's irritation, he knew that if he did something to bother the boy, he would just add fuel to the fire. He only had the freedom to step out of line once every two days and his limit had been reached.