Chapter 43

Xiumin's POV

I can't believe I am here, but I have to shoot my shot. If I can't have her, at least I have to make sure she is alright.

God knows that's not the only thing I need from her. I need her. I want her and I love her as much as I miss her. I knock on the white door which a man with a snake tattoo on his neck opens, "Come in," He pushes his shoulder-length hair back as he extends the door.

Getting inside, the room was of lots of sprayed words on the walls, and papers everywhere and even though the sun shines well on the outside, it was so dark you can't see a lot if you don't turn on the lights.

The air is thicker than the clouds. The file cabinets are brown and shady. A black leather sofa surrounds a table, with a typed letter in the middle and magazines and other documents on every other side.

The boss I suppose was on the chair, his head lying on the table, snoring. I would say he is not being fair with his white suit.

I look at the long-haired man, like what the hell? His boss doesn't seem to be the type of guy to do what I want him to do. And to think he is recommended to be the best private investigator is another mystery I wouldn't even want to figure out.

"Take off your glasses kid, and that hoody too. At least we need to know whom we are working with," His voice was husky, the type of guy kids would scream and run away from.

"How can I trust you on that?" I try to be as firm as I possibly can. One thing I am not today thankfully is afraid.

"You trusted us enough to come here. We might as well work on our little lost baby or a little bitch whose information is so damn important," He smirks.

"Finally, we have a customer," The other maniac wakes up from the desk, his short hair messy on the side he was sleeping on just like the wet peppers that are covered with drool, ew! He looks at me, more like scanning me, "I think I have seen this boy somewhere," My dark glasses were still on my face, making it harder for him to recognize who I really am in case he has really seen me.

"Kim Min Seok?" He gets up from his seat, his eyes almost leaving his face, "What does a pretty man like you want with us?"

I sigh. I have a feeling coming here is not a good idea at all, "I need your help,"

"Is someone blackmailing you? Oh! Are those damn sasaengs bothering you? Aah! " He looks annoyed, "They are worse than haters themselves. Don't worry," He smiles, "Give us a day and we will find them and put them in their places,"

"That is not the reason why I am here. I need to find someone, not from this country. The reason why I came here is that I was told you were good at those kinds of kinds of stuff," Obviously I was wrong.

"Let me guess, you thought you'd find a sassy CEO with all the bodyguards in black suits, right?" He sits on his chair, crossing his legs. I don't say a thing and just look at him, "Looks don't matter boy, hard work does," He looks at me, "In fact, I know who you are and what you might be looking for. A woman 35 years of age, married and Mexican. Does that ring the bell?" He raises his legs on the table, his arms spread on both sides of the chair.

"How did you know about that?"

"My nose smells a lot of things and that info just happened to reach me yesterday at noon. The question is," He leans forward, "Can you pay me as much as the Mexican husband can?"

"Just tell me where she is and I will pay you any amount you want," I lean forward, "Even more than what that bastard can pay you!" Our eyes stare at each other until he gives up.

" I love the hatred and the passion," He smirks, " How about 1 billion won?" He states,

"Spill it," I demand as I lean back. He smiles in surprise and sassy mode. Guess you didn't know I could be that rich, huh?

"She is in Korea, She just landed yesterday and rumours have it that she is in Gangnam, little more time and I will tell you where exactly she is,"

"Until then," I take two paper bags from my hood pockets and throw them on the table, "Take these," I look at his assistant or whoever he is before taking my leave,

"And one more thing, don't come here," I stop, "Not safe since you are part of the most wanted list. A piece of bonus information to show how much I care for my clients," I don't say a word and slam the door behind me.

After a while of driving, I finally reach my home. For the first time in many days, someone finally gives me good news. She is here. She is near me. She finally made it. Currently, in my room, I find myself giggling, laughing at the same time controlling myself from letting out tears. It's like a dream that there is a chance for us to meet each other again and actually feel her embrace.

Going to my living room, a bunch of presents sent out by fans are at the centre of it. Big dolls, books, letters, boxes of chocolates and biscuits. How I wish they take care of themselves the way they dedicate themselves to taking care of mine. I step closer and take the letters which are quite many.

Sitting on the floor, One manages to take my attention. Can paint actually look like blood? This letter surely sends unusual not-so-good shivers. A hater's letter maybe? I open it and take out the paper and only one sentence in a dark marker pen is written,

BRING HER TO ME OR YOUR WHOLE LIFE IS RUINED

My hands clench a fist. They know she is here. They can't have her before I do. They can't take her away from me. Not again.

Anahi's POV

I feel like hell. I don't know if it's because of the baby or because of my body. My head keeps spinning and no matter how much I try to sleep, I just stare at the ceiling. It's almost time for Mi Cha to come home from work and I haven't even cooked dinner. Literally, everything smells like rotten eggs.

After some time, the door knocks. It's only the second day here and I am about to disappoint her.

"Mi Cha I am so sorry I didn't cook..." I stopped when my eyes landed on a body bigger than that of Mi Cha's . I am doomed.