I'm In Trouble

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"Why isn't it here?!" the man yelled and shoved some items off his table in a fit of fury. "No... Relax. Calm down. It'll be fine."

He picked up his items from the ground and rearranged them on the table. The door opened and he looked up. A suave slim male stood there with an office attire, messy hair and round glasses.

"Ah. I'm sorry. The shop isn't open yet."

"Hmm... Kwak Aron. That's you, right?"

The man froze and he scanned the male again. "Yes. And you are?"

"Pleasure to be of acquaintance. I heard you help my father recently so I came to check you out and see if you could help me too."

"Your father?"

The male pulled out a name card and handed it to the other. He gasped and almost dropped the card when he read the corporation name.

"No! I'm not helping you guys anymore!"

"Hmmm... Its not anything illegal, Kwak sshi. I'm just hoping we could be friends. What do you say?"

Aron shook his head.

~~~

The reporter jolted awake when his ringtone went off. He scurried to the other side of the bed and answered the call.

"Kang Dongho! Where is the report?! It's been 2 weeks since you started following the pop star but you still have nothing to show?!" the starking voice of his boss pierced his hearing as he flinched and instinctively moved the phone further from his ear.

"Ah. Sorry, sir. I'll draft something up as soon as I have something to write."

"This is taking too long. Two days is all I'm giving you!"

The phone call was cut and Baekho sighed, falling back onto his bed. That's right. He had been following Minhyun around for two weeks now and knew about the guy for more than that yet he couldn't bring himself to write an article on the man. He didn't know why. He remembered the first time seeing him in person and how he was utterly blown away by his stage performance. It was something that kept bothering him even as he followed the pop star around, taking his photos and finding all his dirty little secrets. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to write and expose everything about the pop star. Even as their bodies met in night, all Baekho could think about was him and how perfect he was despite knowing full well that he wasn't. He was a cunning sly fox who played around with people's heartstrings. Baekho knew that yet he had let himself get swept up along with his flow. He was wrapped around the man's finger from the get go and all he could do was curse himself. He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

Still, work was work and Baekho had to hand something over or he would lose his job. He looked at the number on his phone and frowned, putting it aside as he pulled his laptop over and started to type out a draft. He wished he could have enjoyed his night with the man he had subconsciously fallen for in first sight yet he felt guilt wreck him hard. The way Minhyun whispered sweet words, touched him the way he wanted to be touched, held him like he was important. It was like Minhyun could read him like an open book. Baekho wanted more but knew he had to smother these feelings before they grew and hurt them both. Mainly him.

~~~

He lowered his sunglasses and hummed, opening the car door and getting down.

"Thanks for the ride back," Minhyun said and smiled to his manager who sighed.

"Just stay inside, won't you? You have plenty of fans as it is and not to mention those crazed ones too. Take care of yourself better," his manager sighed again and Minhyun laughed, pushing his sunglasses up again.

"Thanks for your concern but I'm fine. Have a good night too."

His manager nodded and waved to the pop star who shut the door and strutted up the stairs of the hotel to get to the lobby. He went back to his room and immediately took a shower. He picked up his phone and called Baekho's number without hesitation. It rang again and again but nobody picked up. Minhyun frowned and tried a couple more times before changing to a messaging app that he knew the other had. It was so easy to crack the reporter's password after all.

'Are you ignoring me? That's mean, mister reporter' He typed out and sent it. He saw the blue ticks and smirked. The man was looking after all. He crossed his legs and leaned forward.

'I can see you online.'

'What do you want?' came the brusque response.

'Just a little fun time. You want your interview, right? How does tonight sound?'

'Fine. As long as you don't lay a hand on me.'

'Oh. I can't promise that. Here's the address. I'll be waiting in room 507. Knock three times.'

He grinned as he closed the app and scrolled through his playlist, finding for a suitable song for the night. He hummed along to the song and set up another sheet on the bed before spinning around, dancing by himself as he waited. He poured himself a glass of water and sipped it like wine, still feeling the rush of the adrenaline from the concert yet to die down.

20 minutes passed before the three knocks finally sounded. Minhyun tip toed to the door and peered out the peep hole. He smiled and opened the door, immediately pulling the shocked male inside and shutting it behind them.

"You're here," he chirped happily. Actually the happiest he had felt in awhile and he didn't know what was bringing out this rush of emotions except perhaps the anticipation that he would be able to have another taste of the male before him that he had trapped at the front door. He lifted Baekho's chin to give him a peck on the lips but the reporter covered his mouth with a sharp frown.

"I told you not to lay a hand on me," He hissed. Minhyun laughed and licked his hand, making him pull away with a gasp. Minhyun took that chance and kissed him deeply.