my butler, mister kim | meanie [discontinue]

eight

mingyu stared at the sight afar from him. jealousy washed over, he frowned and clenched his fist tightly. he was about to see wonwoo if the younger was fine or not until he saw someone was hugging his boyfriend.

his blood started to boiled when he glance down to see seonghwa rubbing the lower part of wonwoo's back. he tried to composed himself and began to make a moved when suddenly his phone vibrates in his pocket.

fuck, what now?!

he turned around to the corner off the walls as he aggressively pulled out his still vibrating phone, "what?!" he whisper shoyt without realising how rude he was answering the phone without knowing whos the phone caller were.

"wow, kim mingyu, i'm here trying to ask you something nice and thats how you greet your hyung?"

mingyu hit in realisation when he heard the voice behind the phone. in merely second, he recognise the voice and it was no other than that small grumpy midget, "jihoon?"

"hello to you too. and yeah, beanpole, is me jihoon."

"how did you get my phone number?"

mingyu was actually caught off guard when he heard jihoon's voice from the other line. although, he hadn't seen jihoon for almost six years straight, mingyu perfectly remembered how jihoon small squeaking voice sounds like.

back in the orphanage, jihoon was the son of the founder. they are more likely to be an acquaintance back then. behind of all curtains, mingyu had found out that jihoon not so secretly despised his father. mingyu didn't try to involve himself of knowing the full story about jihoon relationship with his father, but last the time he saw jihoon was when they had a camping trip to jeju. they lost jihoon and he went missing for god knows how long. until then, it confuses him that the latter's father didn't even tried to take an action to find his own son. he might as well thought that his father also didn't like his own son too. but again, mingyu wasn't sure about it.

"i met your lanky chinese friend of yours yesterday at the convinence store. i ask him if he still keep in touch with you and gave me your phone number. and wow, kim, you might as well impressed me with your job now."

"what do you want?" asked mingyu. he didn't want to sound rude, but his emotions took him over.

"ok you sound piss. maybe we could talk another time if you want me too." said jihoon. mingyu could hear how concern he was and he was glad that jihoon was an understanding person.

"no, its alright. we can talk now," mingyu sighed as he softly continued, "why do you call me so sudden? is there something wrong?"

jihoon chuckled lowly, "no... theres nothing wrong. as a matter in fact, i need your help."

help? mingyu thought to himself.

"i need your help about something."

"about what?" mingyu asked, not to sure about what type of help he has to offer to this guy.

"i need you to help me find a job. junhui told me he is a driver of the jeon's son, and he also told me you're the jeon's son personal butler and the runner of the household. if you... umm, have another job vacancy available for operating the household, please do let me know."

to say mingyu wasn't pitying the fact that jihoon was actually struggling to find a job was absolutely a lie. mingyu was a type of person who likes to help people out, and thats what his job were supposed to be.

without a doubt, mingyu immediately replied and suggest, "we have three more slots for maids and one more as a driver. if you're interested in being, i can send you the application form."

there was silent for a second before jihoon stuttered out, "d-do you perhaps have another than being a maid and a driver? i-i don't think i'm allowed to drive since i don't have any legal licence. i don't want to be picky too but maid isn't my type. i'm a male."

the part where jihoon denied being a maid was actually inconvenient to himself too. most maids in this house were mainly ladies, so that could be out of the suggestion. about the driver thing, jihoon remind him that being the jeon's driver must have a driver licence too before applying the application form. so thats also a no.

mingyu thought for a moment as he bite his lips, narrowing his eyes as he did so too. he really want to help him, but he couldn't think any of it.

"you know, kim. i really appreciate your help though. i can try to find another place to–"  jihoon's voice trailed off from mingyu's left ear to right ear as he stared outside of the large window besides him.

he walked towards it and looked down as he saw two dobermann dogs sleeping peacefully in their kennels at the jeon's resident front yard. the butler then felt something soft leaning on his legs and face down when he saw wonwoo's grey scottish fold cutely mewling underneath him.

"mingyu? hello? are you there?"

"jihoon, i think theres one more job that perfectly suits you," mingyu said as he smirked to himself.