Chapter 8: "When is he going to call me?"

And just like that, the first encounter of Seo-Jun and Minho felt like a scene pulled straight from a movie.

For just a few days, their lives were a whirlwind of unexpected events, but that night stood out as the pivotal moment that changed everything. Minho couldn't shake the feeling of frustration and anxiety. After yesterday night, he was constantly on edge, his thoughts swirling around when Seo-Jun would call him.

Then came the next day, exactly as Minho had imagined it would play out. The sun rose, and he slid out of bed, ready to take on his routine. He hit the gym, feeling the familiar rhythm of his workout, but his mind kept drifting back to Seo-Jun. After his training session, he prepared for the meeting with the car delivery team from Japan, feeling oddly distracted yet determined to maintain his composure. Everything went smoothly, too smoothly…

He completed his tasks, ticking off each item on his schedule, yet there was a palpable tension beneath the surface. As he trained again later that day, he couldn't shake the feeling that Seo-Jun could call him at any moment. Each beep of his phone sent a thrill through him, but it was just the usual notifications, leaving him yearning for that one call… But nothing happened that day.

Minho's heart raced with each passing hour, wondering if Seo-Jun was simply too busy or if he had lost interest altogether. A nagging thought crept into Minho's mind: was he just a fleeting moment of fun for Seo-Jun, a toy discarded after a single use? It stung to think that he might have been nothing more than a passing whim, a brief distraction that Seo-Jun would forget as soon as the night was over.

Seo-Jun probably didn't view him like a toy to use for one night only. He saw him as something that he could use every time he was feeling horny or just wanted to have fun. Minho had no reason to reach out either, so everything continued on its usual routine. The day slipped away, and as night fell, he crawled into bed, fatigue weighing heavily on him. Yet, as he closed his eyes, a flicker of frustration remained—would tomorrow be the day Seo-Jun would call and ask for more sex?

Minho was a deep sleeper; it took a lot to keep him awake, and tonight was no different. He drifted off, thoughts of Seo-Jun lingering in the back of his mind.

The next day arrived, much like the last, with only the tasks changing. He woke up, trained, and prepared for a meeting with his team to discuss an upcoming promotional deal. The routine was comforting, almost perfect.

As he trained again, a strange sense of relief washed over him. It was better this way, at least in Minho's eyes—perhaps Seo-Jun wouldn't reach out for a while, allowing Minho to focus on his work and calm his mind. But that relief was bittersweet; he couldn't shake the feeling that the team would suffer if he didn't go and meet with Seo-Jun again.

Seo-Jun, on the other hand, was deeply entrenched in the grind of his responsibilities, his mind fully focused on ruling his gang. He thrived on the adrenaline of his busy days, knowing that any distraction could ruin his hard work. After long hours of work, he would either hit the gym in his house or go to the racing track, where he dedicated himself to checking on the safety and defending his title as a champion.

For those few days, Minho felt like a distant memory, almost a ghost of his past. Seo-Jun had even found a new guy to keep him company, someone who could also bring him satisfaction. They were sharing an intimate moment, and for a while, it seemed like Minho was truly out of his mind. But as the night wore on, the sounds of the other guy's moaning began to fade, and all he could hear was Minho's voice—soft, teasing, sexy and challenging.

It struck him like a bolt of lightning. In the midst of the act, Seo-Jun felt an undeniable pull, a longing that he couldn't ignore. He abruptly stopped in the middle of the sex, the moans around him fading into silence as he turned and walked away from the new guy. The weight of his desire to hear Minho's voice again became too heavy to carry, making him stop whatever he was doing.

Three days had passed…

since Minho last saw Seo-Jun, and while he felt a bit more at ease, thoughts of Seo-Jun crept into his mind more often than he liked to admit.

He found himself in one of the meeting rooms, sifting through information he needed to transport to his computer. As he settled into a chair and glanced at the folder in front of him, his phone remained on the table beside him, its black screen a constant reminder of his growing frustration.

"When is he going to call me?" Minho muttered under his breath, irritation bubbling within him. He picked up his phone, staring at it as if wanting it to light up. "It's been three days, and nothing." The weight of that realisation hit him hard—he had been thinking about Seo-Jun a lot again. He set the phone back down, shaking his head. "Actually, I don't want him to call. I don't think my back is going to take it..." His hand instinctively touched his back, recalling their intimate experience, a mix of pleasure, pain, and frustration that lingered in his memory.

Just then, the door swung open, and Jin walked in, breaking Minho's train of thought. "Hey, buddy! How are you doing? I didn't have the chance to see you properly for the past few days. Too busy." Jin smiled and took a seat next to him. Minho returned the smile, though it felt a bit strained. "It's okay. I am fine. I am trying to think of a way to get to Seo-Jun again..."

Jin noticed the nervousness in Minho's words. "Oh, don't think about it this much. After all, you are still a newbie on the team. Jae wants too much from you..." Minho's response was sharp and immediate, revealing his determination. "I can do it! Just..." He faltered, breaking eye contact with Jin, unsure of how to express himself.

Jin, sensing the tension, giggled and gave Minho a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I like your confidence. Keep your head up and show Jae how the job is done." Minho appreciated the encouragement. "Thank you, hyung." He said, his voice barely above a whisper as he kept his gaze fixed on the table, a deep blush creeping onto his cheeks. Jin couldn't help but smile, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of Minho's shy face. It was a moment he had longed for, and he reached out, gently grabbing Minho's hair and affectionately ruffling it like one would with a puppy. "Oh, come here!" he said playfully, his tone filled with warmth.

Minho let out a laugh, the sound bright and infectious, but after a minute of playful teasing, he pushed himself away from Jin, a mischievous grin on his face. The two of them shared a moment of pure joy, their laughter echoing in the room, eyes sparkling with the light of their connection. As the laughter subsided, Jin's expression shifted to one of determination. "I think I can help you more with the mission. Wait here!" he said, his voice steady. He stood up abruptly, leaving the room in a split second, his excitement was visible.

Minho sat there, a mix of confusion and anticipation swirling within him at Jin's sudden leaving. He couldn't shake the feeling of curiosity about what Jin was planning, but he respected his request and decided to wait for him, his heart still racing a bit faster from their shared moment.

After a few minutes, Jin walked into the room again, his arms overflowing with papers and folders that completely obscured his face. He carefully set the massive stack down on the table in front of Minho, who looked at him with wide eyes, shocked by the sheer volume of documents. "This is everything we know about Seo-Jun." Jin said, his voice slightly muffled by the papers. "Here's also the information that Jae is against me showing you, but you're practically part of our team now... and you should know everything we know, so... here!" he said, a proud smile spreading across his face as he revealed the amount of information.

Minho's expression shifted from shock to disbelief as he processed the pile in front of him. It felt like a mountain of secrets and insights about Seo-Jun, and he was left speechless. Just as he was about to voice his thoughts, Jin continued, "Well, I'll leave you now to read it. I have to go to practice with the others." He smiled awkwardly, taking a step back, but Minho's frustration bubbled over.

"Wait! What?! I thought you would help me go through everything!" Minho exclaimed, his voice rising with urgency, clearly not ready to tackle the daunting task alone. He needed Jin's guidance to make sense of the information.

But Jin, caught off guard by Minho's outburst, simply replied, "Sorry..." and quickly dashed out of the room. Minho shouted after him, "JIN!" but it was too late; Jin was already gone, leaving Minho with a pile of papers and a mix of annoyance and determination. "Ha, he really left me to read all of this alone." he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. However, after a moment of frustration, he took a deep breath, steeling himself. "Okay... let's get this done." he said, his resolve firming up as he started to sift through the papers one by one, his determination shining through as he prepared to uncover Seo-Jun's true face.