my butler, mister kim | meanie [discontinue]

eleven

"mister kim, seonghwa is here, again. he said he wanted to have a talk with young master."

"just let him be," mingyu said to the maid as he fix his tied carefully infront of the huge wall mirror.

it was midday already after mingyu and wonwoo had their last boom boom today. so when they got up and wash, it was unexpected to see five knuckle heads crash into the bedroom while leaning the door. mingyu wasn't surprise though but it was opposite to wonwoo. wonwoo frantically panicked and wanted to explain everything that happen. if anyone found out about them dating, mingyu could get fired and went up to jail by the law and most importantly, if he did, who will run the household when mingyus gone?

wonwoo wanted to say something but it got stuck to his tongue. they're look on their face was unreadable. however, to his surprise, the next thing he found out that they just shrugged it off and left. wonwoo heard some of the maid were giggling when they left and junhui went, "wow, that was kinda hot, mingyu. keep it up!" and jihoon be like, "i need joshua's holy water."

wonwoo's mind went completely blank afterwards, not knowing how to process the whole situation on how they would just shrugged off everything they had literally witnessed. mingyu on the other hand, he just chuckled when he saw wonwoo's face and leaned in to peck his cheek.

"its okay, they already knew."

the following day goes on when wonwoo gone off with junhui to picked minghao up from the dance studio and later on they'll watch a movie in the cinema. in this case, theres no point to let seonghwa into the mansion when the said latter was obviously not here.

"b-but, mister kim, he has been waiting outside of the front door for a while now. maybe its best to let him in and convince him if he want to stay and wait for young master to finally arrive."

mingyu comb his brown locks back and once he satisfy with his look, he turned around while looking at his wrist watch, "well, if you want to then let him in. but i also need to remind you that no one will be here except you guys to keep him company."

the young maid thought for a second as she watch mingyu walked passed her and took one of the car keys inside of his drawer. she blink rapidly and saw the butler was about to go out of his own bedroom, "umm, mister kim, where are you going?"

"i'm going out, somewhere. let me know or call me when young master is gone home,"

"b-but sir, seong-"

but even before she could finish, mingyu already left the bedroom and went downstairs. as he open the main front door of the mansion, there he saw the guy he despised the most. although they just met (well, not in an informal way or whatever the way they met was) yesterday, mingyu already dislike this guy on first glance. when mingyu was standing beside wonwoo back where they held the meeting in the living room, mingyu watches the guy the whole time. he watches how seonghwa would casually leaned back on the sofa with arms comfortably laid on the back head and his left leg crossed over the other, how he sometimes crossed his arms over his chest instead and more importantly on how he stare his wonwoo from the bottom to the top. his stare, oh how mingyu wanted so much to try to cut off his eyeballs out from his eyelids and feed them to the two devil dogs outside.

mingyu hated to admit it, but yes, he was jealous. the way seonghwa eyeing wonwoo was too much for him to keep his composure that time and if it wasn't for the master of the house and the wahyo company's owner infront of them, he could attack seonghwa right there and then in a blink of an eye.

if he could tell to the people all over the world, then he would tell that wonwoo belongs to him and forever will be his.

seonghwa stood with his back at mingyu and mingyu couldn't help himself but to scoffed.