TwiceTeen Imagines

Mine & Mine Alone

Jeon Wonwoo & Myoui Mina

Checking my wrist watch for the nth time. Hissing upon irritation, while wiping my suit a little bit. Where the hell is Mr Kitsumi?! I don't want people to get late in terms of business. I want business to be done in time. End of fucking discussion.

How dare he stood late when in the first place, he wanted my investment in his very own charity. Tsk, people this days. Haven't they learn any good manners and right conduct? I should know this thing coming before I agree and waste my time waiting for nothing.

I, Jeon Wonwoo hates people who won't be true and stand before their words. I hate people who would break their promises when you already trust them so much. Trust is everything to me, I only trust few people and consider the rest as cheap and fake. Being the owner of the number one pharmaceutical company, I stood with pride and I can't accept a single lie.

I am pretty much aware of my own doings and action. Frankly, I don't want people to surround me with their worst and pathetic motives. If someone is inadequate then I can simply throw and fire them away.

"Mr Jeon, aren't you going to order?"

I automatically rolled my eyes, pushing my spectacles to the bridge of my nose. I focused my gaze on the goblet in front of me.

"What are you doing, Kim Mingyu?"

I asked nonchalantly. Sigh. I know how annoying this dongsaeng could be. He would love fooling around, doing his dirty and filthy habit. Tch.

"Who's your date, Wonwoo hyung?"

Piercing my sharp eyes on him, whose lips were quirk on one side. I fold both of my arms in front of my chest, after I diverted my gaze away from him.

"Oh~~ So you just need two years to move on from your heartbreak fro—"

"Continue or I'll cut your tongue and I'll feed  it to those stray dogs outside."

"You're scary hyung. But oh well, gotta go. Enjoy your date."

All I could do is to roll my eyes again and again until he's gone. If only he isn't a friend, I would really cut the crap out of him. Among all people to know that thing, he even dare saying it in front of me. Such a fucker.

I once again check the time before pointing my gaze outside. The table I'm currently occupying is near the glass wall of this luxurious Italian restaurant.

Tsk, those memories again.

I firmly closed my eyes, pushing my specs upon my nose bridge. Mr Kitsumi is already ten minutes late. How dare he keep that manners ongoing? I'm a particular type of a person and I want people to be true to there fucking words. Standing in front of me with too much lies, that would bring the beast out of me.

As for that moment, I realize the small droplets of the rain upon the glass walls of the vicinity. Where could that man be? How dare he waste my time like I am just an ordinary person within his cheap level?

I dusted my black suit, as I stood up from my seat with a following little creaking sound. I shrug then proceed upon walking away, but before I could leave the table, a voice caught my attention.

"Mr Jeon, please don't leave."

I was frozen, can't even move any further. My gaze stuck into the carpeted floor of the place. Slowly, memories started replaying inside my mind. All those moments I once treasured. All those words that can come out so natural and sweet, but fuck, her words was as sweet as chocolates, sugar coated with those splendid lies.