= The Man In the Mirror = {[Nomin]}

• Chapter 14 •

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Jeno was startled awake by a harsh kick to his leg, making his eyes shoot open at the immediate pain. He was surprised to see his boss standing over him, scowl adorning his features as he kicked Jeno's leg once more.

A groan escaped his mouth as he quickly sat up from the floor, taking his leg into his arms and rubbing the painful area. His boss just smiled sickeningly.

"Good morning. Where's my breakfast?"

Jeno rubbed his eyes and stood up, a little wobbly from not sleeping very well last night. And that happened for two reasons. One being that he spent most of the night in a different dimension, and two being that he had to sleep on the ground, something incomparable to his soft mattress.

"I haven't made it yet."

"And why's that?" his boss raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, looking at Jeno intently.

"Well... I did just wake up so..."

The man in front of him got mad, so he went right up into Jeno's face and gave him a downright scary look. "Don't smart off like that to me. You forget what I can do..."

Jeno scowled as the man smirked, suddenly patting the dark haired's shoulder as he pulled back. "Make me my breakfast now. And watch your cooking this time."

"As you wish."

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It was the three of them sat at the table in utter silence as they chowed down on the food Jeno had made. There were blueberry pancakes and about two pounds of bacon that he noticed his boss took quite a liking too. And you may be wondering who the third person was. It happened to be the -still very strange- pink haired man whose name Jeno still doesn't really know.

Jisung hadn't come down for breakfast, which was concerning Jeno a bit, but he also didn't blame the boy. If he had the ability, he'd stay as far away from his boss and the strange man as well.

"Jeno."

Hearing his own name scared the man as he quickly looked up, eyes meeting with his boss' piercing gaze. "Yes?"

"That happened to be delicious. But you ran out of syrup, so the last of my pancake was dry. And a bit overcooked."

What was this? Jeno has never heard such a thing come out of his boss' mouth. He has never even come close to a compliment such as that, and it almost terrified him more than when he would throw insults.

"Th-thank you?"

Mr. Na rolled his eyes and shoved his napkin onto his plate. "Don't take it as a compliment, fool. If you let something as back-handed as that statement slide as something good you'll never get anywhere in life."