Seven missing suitcases. All the Devils

"My bad, I must have lost my way." I gritted.

Economy! Fucking economy. He couldn't even get my business class. Right-hand my... his ass. I hope their drug-detection dogs accidentally pee all over his many-many suitcases. Then we will see who is laughing behind their novel last.

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"They are coloured grey and black, with a Ted Baker logo on each one." Park Daisuke slammed the desk. He reached for his phone, tapped the screen furiously then pointed it at the man behind the desk. "They look like this, with various sizes. Seven of them."

"I'm sorry sir we can't find your suitcases, I have contacted the airport to discern where you might have lost it." The man winced as his response made Park Daisuke slam the table with his phone.

"Like I said bastard, I didn't lose it... I checked it in. If I lost it, I'll say I lost it. Did I say I lost it?" He glared at the man, who was either signalling for security or fanning himself with his hands.

"You...you didn't say you lost it, sir. I'm sorry. Do you want to fill out the form..." Park Daisuke grabbed the paper out of the man's hand and wrote something down, then slammed it on the table. Then he shoved his phone back in his pockets and turned away. "Sir, you forgot to write your email." The frightened man called from behind, but Park Daisuke only turned around to flip him off.

This is the moment I have been waiting for. Finally, his true colours are being revealed to everyone.

Too bad he made the others go to the hotel while he made me wait behind like his servant.

"Taxi?" He lit a cigarette.

"Already called sir." I stepped away from him, I feared he could read my mind and would realize I was the cause of his missing suitcases.

"Ho Mizuki." He turned and smiled sinisterly.

"Yes...yes sir." I took another step away.

"You had nothing to do with my suitcases going missing right?" He stepped closer. Puffing the smoke slowly from the sides of his mouth. He resembled a dragon.

"Of course not. I did as you told me to, you saw me checking them in...these airlines are never reliable, you know. Once they lost my luggage, I never saw it again-" I stopped speaking because he was mere inches from my face.

"And, If I find out that you had anything to do with this..." He paused and took a long drag of his cigarette. "Fill in the rest." He threatened me as he blew the smoke right in my face. He lifted the cigarette from his lips and tossed it into the bin. He turned himself away from me and walked towards the taxi cab. For a moment I feared he had figured out it was all my doing; the hairs on my necks were standing, my back had become really warm and my fist was clenched. And my heart, it felt like it was thumping out of my throat.

"Hurry the fuck up, and bring my carry-on while you're at it." Park Daisuke called from the taxi's back seat. And just like that, I went from scared to fucking pissed. I'm not your servant you bastard, pick your damn luggage yourself. I moaned while pushing his carry-on to the back of the taxi.

The atmosphere in the taxi was tense, Park Daisuke was obviously in no mood for chit chat, but the taxi man had a new story to tell each time we made a stop. When we arrived at the hotel, he tossed some money at the taxi man and told him to keep the change, then he walked into the building and left me behind to deal with his rudeness and of course his fucking carry-on.

"Mizuki, you finally made it." I turned to look behind me. Gil Taeyang walked towards me leaving two other colleagues from our department as they entered the hotel.

"Yeah. Park Daisuke had me stay behind for something..." I trailed off while wrestling to pull out our bags from the taxi.

"Here let me help you." Taeyang stood behind me, he smoothly lifted my hands from the bags and then he pulled them out one by one.

"I was going to do that." I groaned. "How is the hotel anyway?" He turned to look at the building entrance where lots of people were entering and leaving.

"Crowded." He murmured, but I heard. "It's very expensive." He laughed dryly.

"I think it's a waste of time and money." I kicked Park Daisuke's bag and hoped it left a dent. "We are on this trip because our manager can't think of anyone but himself."

"The others think it's a vacation. It might as well be with how luxurious it all is." The water fountain turned on and sprays of waters hit us. Distracting us from the conversation.

"As much as I appreciate the sprays from this fountain, I need to take a real shower..." I pushed my suitcase, while I managed to hold unto my bag and Park Daisuke's carry-on.

"Let me help you," Taeyang reached to lift my bag but paused when we heard a cough at the front entrance.

"Are you planning on sleeping outside?" Park Daisuke had his arms crossed, while he held an envelope. He turned to look at Taeyang, who immediately let go of the bag. "Or am I interrupting something?" He glanced at Taeyang then me.

"He was helping me because I was struggling with your bags." I tried my best to make that sound more like a statement than an insult. I turned to Taeyang who muttered something to himself. Taeyang noticed I was staring so he told me goodnight and walked into the hotel. He slid past Park Daisuke and ensured he didn't make any contact.

"Here." Park Daisuke tossed an envelope at me, and I had to let go of the luggage to grab it. "The key card for your room is in there." He strode back into the hotel and pushed out a luggage cart. "You know normal people use these carts to push their luggage." He pushed me aside, loaded up our bags and pushed it back inside the hotel. I just stood stunned.

He got my keys for me… Park Daisuke did something that didn't revolve around himself...

Was Park Daisuke being nice to me? Does he have a twin? Am I dead? Is he pretending because he knows what I did and is just biding his time till-

"I'm tossing your bags into the trash if you don't come and get them." He hissed at the hotel's entrance. Scared that he was probably serious, I rushed in after him and stood quietly beside him as we waited for, and entered into the elevator. "And Taeyang." His baritone voice echoed in the elevator which surprised me a bit.

"And Taeyang?" I responded back, confused.

"What is your relationship?" He folded his arms, staring right at me. What do you think Mr. No-one-can-have-a-life-because-I-don't-have-one, we hump like bunnies in the janitor's closet?

"Oh. He is a friend of mine" I responded smugly. He had said no one would work with me, because I had no friends. Who's laughing now asshole.

"A friend?" You could see the sincere look of shock in his eyes and it pissed me off more. The elevator doors binged open and I snatched my bags off the luggage cart.

"A very good friend and we will work on projects together," I added for good measure. Don't you feel stupid Mr. Devil, I have more friends than you. I trotted off to my hotel room, skipping away with glee.