not your typical love story // 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓷. (EDITING...)

CH.02

"i assume you have heard much about the guy, right?" asked the blonde.

"i do." replied jihoon.

"well, as you can see, almost all the rumors about that guy is real." replied jeonghan.

"i remembered asking him where his families are and guess what he'd replied me with?" the older continued, looking as if he had just reminisce an extremely disgusting event.

"i don't have a clue." replied jihoon.

well, it's no surprise to hear. in fact, jihoon would never show interest in soonyoung's case if not for the chairman and his older friend, jeonghan.

it hasn't been that long since he's started his own medical career and he knew full well that his lack of knowledge can be a little frustrating.

"well, rather than giving me an answer, he seems unbothered- almost as if he is uninterested at the question asked." jeonghan replied.

"is that it?" jihoon asked in disbelief, face filled with disappointment.

he'd expected that the older would share a more gore and disgusting experience but he guess that he had expected way too much, to the point that he's so disappointed.

"of course not, you dumbass." sassed jeonghan, waving his hand.

"in reality, he just share an uninterested topic, he narrate me his bloody experience about killing all of those who tried to go against him, for what it's worth."

jeonghan made a fake gagging sound while rolling his eyes in pure disgust that jihoon could not help but chuckle at the experience of his older friend.

"damn, that guy is such a great speaker, leaving no untold details, damn that psycho." jeonghan sarcastically remarked.

the blonde could still remember that unfortunate day, he remember not being able to eat and sleep for a week or two.

"aren't you such an unfortunate soul?" teased the younger before chuckling again.

"short bastard." jeonghan rolled his eyes jokingly.

"well, shut up bitch." jihoon teasingly retorts.

"fuck you."

"gross, go fuck yourself."

the older could only laughed in disbelief before he rolls his eyes in a playful manner."damn, i see that you're still good with your words, eh?"

after several minutes that seems like an hour, the duo finally arrived at their destination.

"after what seems to be an eternity, we're finally here." jeonghan could only sigh, exhausted.

what's in front of the two appears to be a steel like door painted in grayish black.

it was something jihoon didn't expected at all.

"damn, this looks like a door you could only see in horror movies." jihoon mumbled to himself.

there were two guards standing in both side and are probably waiting for the arrival of the pink haired doctor.

"i better get going now and if anything happened, you can call these two gentleman." said jeonghan as he motion the two security.

"talk to you later." he waved at the younger before walking away.

"catch up to you later." jihoon casually reply.

heaving a deep breath, jihoon turned and face the door once again.

"i assume you must be doctor lee?" asked one of the guards.

compared to the latter, he had a slightly tan skin and a dark brown hair.

the said doctor nod at the question as he stare at the guard, who seems to be busy fumbling with the keys in his hand, before unlocking the door.

"well, be careful doctor." warned the said brown head.

jihoon arched his eyebrow in curiosity. "be careful of what?" asked the doctor.

turning on his back, the said guard face the young doctor but unfortunately for lee jihoon, he had to look up because of the height difference.

"you can say that this guy is quite the unexpected and random type." meddled the brunette who've been quite the whole time.

"quite unexpected? random?" jihoon mumbled.

"well, since it's not my major, i don't know how to explain it quite well," continued the brunette.

the brown haired agreed.

cold sweats starts falling from the forehead of the young doctor.

"oh. by the way, the name's wen junhui, it's jun for you, it's a pleasure to meet you doctor." introduce the brunette.

wearing a friendly smile, he then offers his hand for a handshake which jihoon gladly accepted.

"lee jihoon." replied the doctor.

someone cleared his throat, catching both their attention.

"although that guy is extremely dangerous, this man in front of you is quite dangerous." joked the brown haired, clearly referring to his coworker.

"yeah. shut up seokmin."

"stop flirting around jun, i see that you're still that bastard who couldn't stop himself from playing all the time, itching to get someone laid." the brown haired sighs, exasperated.

contrary to jihoon's flustered reaction, the man called jun could only chuckled at the statement.

"geez, just to tell you seokmin, it isn't consider as flirting, as you can see i'm just being friendly here, and there's nothing wrong with it." mischievously argued junhui.

"yeah sure. whatever, i've heard that reasoning too many times." seokmin playfully rolls his eyes before pushing the door open.

"take this with you, doctor," seokmin handed the doctor a small box with a red button placed at the center.

what's this? an alarm? jihoon thought to himself.

"you can just press the button in the middle if anything happened, okay?" explained the brown haired, seokmin.

nodding, jihoon took a glance at the small object before slipping it inside the pocket of his suit.

"then, let us now go inside." seokmin offered with a comfortable smile.

jihoon mumbled a quiet 'thank you' to the other and was ready to go inside not until junhui called him once more.

"right. by the way doctor," junhui trailed off.

"yes, what is it?" the pink haired asked.

he instinctively knew that he would not like what would come out of the said man's mouth.

"never let your guard down, though there will be glass separating you two, that psycho is far more cunning like a fox and deceitful as a snake, better look after yourself more." continued junhui.

"eh?" jihoon choked out, nervous.

"junhui got a point, who knows what he's hiding under his sleeve." agreed seokmin.

all jihoon could do was gulped down the lump in his throat as beads of cold sweats fell from his forehead down his cheek and neck.

was it really a mistake to take over his case? did i really dug out my very own grave? the pink haired doctor thought to himself.