"Oh no. My robe's all stained."
I can pass the blood stain since my robe's white with red flowers printed on it. What I'm pissed of is I have to tear it just to get away from Jun.
Luckily, I got a cab easily and the driver's not the talkative one. I just patiently sat inside and endured my gunshot wounds on the way to Nico's place.
"Please park on this side. And here." I went down as soon as I paid.
I rang the doorbell and it's as if the guards were standing on the other side of the door. They opened it miliseconds after the bell and I went straight to Nico's office.
"You look bad, The8."
"I think I'm still pretty good."
"Here. To somehow ease your pain." He offered me a glass of brandy.
"Obviously, I got no work done." I said as I took his offer.
"I know. Tell me what happened."
"Hansol and his counselor were there. I also saw a man with a police badge. Three civilians, two of them have a gun. And an informant."
"That's not a lot for you."
"Yeah, it's not. But this Joshua, he might have noticed my allergy then used it against me. I thought I'm gonna have asthma attacks because of that kid."
Nico suddenly bursted out a laugh.
"HAHAHAHA! Whew. Like father like son. Seung Su never raised his kid but he grew up exactly like him? It's in the genes maybe. HAHAHAHA!"
Why is he laughing so hard, it's not even funny. Then he continued
"The8, I'm afraid I cannot give you the remaining half of the payment since you got no work done."
"Sure."
"Also, you don't have to work for me for a while."
"Really? Why?"
"You think Hansol knows that Joshua is SS' son?"
"I don't think he knows. They were looking out for each other."
"All right. Sooner or later Hansol will try to kill him too. Have you heard of the internal conflict stirring up in the mafia?"
"Nah. Not interested."
"Heh. Well, the conflict's why I don't need your service now. They will kill each other, SS' kid and his adopted young capos. And the jasmine will come to me. Anyway, go home before you drain out of blood."
"Sure."
I didn't know Nico could be thoughtful sometimes. He ordered one of his men to drive me home. Also, he gave me the rest of his brandy.
You can call my home minimalist. It's a studio type room with furniture enough for one person. Very far from the house Jun and I dreamed of.
I immediately treated my wounds. Not left handed so I had a hard time taking the bullet from my right arm.
A piece of paper fell while I'm changing my clothes. I opened it and saw a familiar handwriting, that says "come back to me. I'll wait".
Come back to him, huh?
How can I come back to Jun when I clearly messed things up? How can I face him when I chose the Rose over him?
No. I'm over him. Really.
I laid down and the sun rays hit my face. What time is it? I'm hungry. I'm just so tired. All I need to do it to close my eyes..
"Jun!" I called as soon as I opened the roof top door.
"Ah. You're here." He turned around and I threw myself to his arms.
"Look what I've got for you." I gave him the stalk of pink Rose I got from the bully's biology project. I like the smell of flowers. I have fragrance sensitivity, I'm allergic to perfumes. So the scent of the flowers satisfies me.
"This one is very lively." He looked at it with his sparkling eyes. That look, he's precious. He then brought out a plastic bag "Here's mala xiang guo for our dinner."
