I'm In Trouble

Clip 15

"Yes?"

"I was also tasked to follow and write an article about you, the rising top star. Be it good or bad. That's how I knew about you in the first place and after researching and finding out your connections, it was what led me to follow you into that bar that night. I knew your habits and I wasn't actually there to get your attention but I guess fate is really asshole, pitting us both together at a bad timing."

"You're right. It was a bad timing. I was so deep down in my own head... And you were busy with your investigation. Its no wonder we keep arguing. We are like water and oil."

Baekho chuckled softly and shrugged. "Well, can't say we are alike after all. Look at us. It's just like you said. I'm broken as all hell and so are you. But to me, you're just perfect. It's stupid. I know how much of an idiot you are too but yet I can't seem to turn away from your perfect sides. Your looks, your performance. It holds me there...even though I'm supposed to look beyond these superficial stuff."

Minhyun gripped Baekho tighter and buried his face on his shoulder, feeling warm and held, keeping him from falling. "And I can't stop looking at your broken sides even though you're just as perfect a man as I am. No, you're more perfect than I'll ever be. You're honest, caring, diligent... So many traits that I don't have myself."

Baekho didn't know why they were like this. There was no logical explanation, no scientific way to make their reasonings sound yet they were. Minhyun loved his broken pieces and he loved Minhyun's perfect ones. Maybe they were just attracted to what they didn't possess individually but how would they ever come to such a conclusion?

"Well. Now that we finally got most things off our chest, let's start over," Baekho said while moving back and smiling to Minhyun. He did feel much lighter and less clouded in his mind.

"Start over?"

"I'm Kang Dongho, an actual news reporter for Nuble Days. I'm currently investigating my parents' death and also makes a living with writing articles on upcoming artists which happens to be you now. Rarely do I actually take photographs but it's becoming somewhat of a hobby recently hence the camera. I'm very pleased to meet you."

"Oh... You mean a proper introduction. Well then... I'm Hwang Minhyun, a singer and self produced artist. Mostly for the song area. I don't really choreograph my own dances since I'm not good at it or I just choose not to dance. I'm not exactly a pop singer but I became famous for it so the title is kind of stuck to me now. It's a real pleasure to meet you," Minhyun replied and Baekho beamed, holding his hand out. Minhyun shook it and it felt like they connected a little more than usual. Like they were finally going to take a step forward into seeing each other for who they really were.

"Good. Next step."

"There are steps?"

"Well, no but it might help us view things clearer. Let's head back downstairs."

"But it's late. Shouldn't you sleep?"

"Crap. What time is it?"

"It's almost 2am."

"Wait. We were up for that long?"

Minhyun nodded and Baekho sighed. "Fine. I guess we can do that tomorrow. Just...don't do anything stupid like tying me up or running off again, okay?"

"Promise. Where do I sleep?"

"Just take the bed."

"And you?"

Baekho gave it some thought and gave Minhyun a kick, surprising him before it made him scoot further into the bed. "I'll just sleep with you. There's enough space for us both."

"Can I hug you to sleep?"

"Uh... No. Just stay on your side and I'll stay on mine."

"Okay. Good night, Baekho."

"Night."

Baekho laid down and shut his eyes but he opened them again after a few moments, turning his head over to find Minhyun staring at him. He sighed and closed his eyes again.

"What happened to sleeping?"

"I... I'll sleep."

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He peered around the office floor and the moment everyone left for lunch, he hurriedly got off his seat and raced towards the boss' office but he spun around and pretended to be on a phone call as a staff walked by. He gulped and glanced around nervously. He made another try for the door and managed to grab the knob but realised he couldn't open it.

"Shit."

Hearing footsteps approaching, he let go of the door and charged his way to the elevator instead.

"Minki," a familiar voice called out to him and he turned his head, smiling brightly.

"Dad! You're back from the lunch meeting," He responded in an unintentionally shrill voice before calming himself down.

"They cancelled it actually. Do you want to go for lunch together? It's been awhile since we did that," his dad said with a warm smile. Minki didn't want to harbor such mistrust for his parents but he wasn't dumb.

"Sure," Minki replied him with a smile. He followed the older man down the elevator and wondered if he had been caught red handed but his father was silent, only typing away at his phone as always. Even though Minki used to look up to him, there were way too many incidents that started to happen recently. Death of employees, sudden resignations and missing employees. Minki only wanted to help but he felt like there was something dark lurking and he dared not voice out his own opinion to his father. He could only try to sneak around and see what was actually going on in the company. His work was the same as always though and nothing felt odd about it but it only made him feel worse. As though he was cut off from everyone else, allowed to live an ignorant life as long as he listened.

"Hey, dad."

"Yeah?"

"Do you know a Kwak sshi?"

"Kwak? No. I deal with many people everyday, Minki. I won't remember a lot of names."

"Really? Kwak is a bit unique sounding for a surname though."

"Hmm."

And nothing else was spoken.