[completed ] Choi San was too busy breaking everyone else's heart, to keep an eye on his own. And when a player gets played, things get messy...
And possibly deadly.
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「 jeg har kun foragt for dit væsen og den måde din tunge snor for dine smukkeste blomster de visner imens de gror」
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✩ s a n ✩
"What is this?" Seonghwa asked, the second he walked through the door to San's office. His voice was cold just like any other day, and the door was opened with such force it slammed against the wall.
San looked up from behind his desk, glaring at his older brother with swear words hidden right under his tongue. Seonghwa held both of his hands up in front of him, and turned them around with his fingers spread - while the hateful words just begged to be released from San's mouth.
"Oh that's right. It's nothing!" the older then said, clapping his hands together. "Care to tell me why I didn't find the papers I asked you for, on my desk this morning?"
"Well, obviously because I didn't leave you any?" San replied carelessly.
Seonghwa's eyes widened up, but his lips were pulled into a thin line while he glared at his younger brother. At the same time Jongho cleared his throat from the other side of the shared office, as the awkward situation made him tense up - but San ignored both of their cold stares.
"How can it be that Jongho over here has been working so hard lately, even bringing me actual decent ideas for investments. While you can't even meet the deadline for a draft on a charity event plan?" the older sneered.
Ever since San had gotten the call from Yunho, he had been playing with fire. And even though he still hadn't met up with the P.I. yet, he couldn't hold back from poking the bear that was his older brother.
"I wouldn't test my luck if I were you, San," Seonghwa whispered almost in a growl, as he placed his hands on the edge of San's desk and slowly leaned in across it. "I thought we had already established who has the upper hand here. Don't push me, you're just going to regret it."
But San wouldn't let himself be intimidated, not any more. He leaned across the table as well, and held the burning eye-contact between them. Neither of them said a word for what seemed like eternity, and the choking silence was only interrupted by Seonghwa's phone ringing in his pocket. The older pulled away, but he kept staring at San, while yanking the phone out.
"I'll be out of town for a few days," he then said, walking towards the door. "Try not to burn down the building while I'm gone."
Seonghwa picked up the call, just as he left the office, and San could only roll his eyes at him.
"I'm sure the insurance money would be good though," he mumbled to himself, pulling out the papers he had hidden in his top drawer.
He had finished the event plan days ago, but had kept it to himself only to piss Seonghwa off. The older only assigned him with stupid things that even a kid could do, while Jongho got the more complicated ones. Not that San had a problem with that. He skimmed through the pages, before letting the papers fall back into the drawer, with a short chuckle.
