PⒷ mɪn. ɢonɢ

@♂ k｡ soonyoung It had been a dreadful day for the minister. What hope there was for the future seemed to have appeared so suddenly, and now had slipped through his fingers just as fast due to a few meddlesome individuals with no idea of their consequences. He was seething. Yoo stood in his kitchen, a glass of brandy in hand, and he stared daggers through the wall-length windows of his penthouse. The CEO wouldn't have let this happen, of that much he was certain, but the CEO also had a handful of battle scars from his run-in with the same person that Yoo himself would not care to receive— his reverie was broken by a knock at the door. He lifted his head to the sound, having completely forgotten that anyone would be calling that same day, and he strode to the door with his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, his collar undone, and his brandy still in hand. When he opened the door, an absolutely lascivious grin twisted his features. "Oh, you're the mechanic, aren't you?"

@♂ g｡ yoo ᴧ Soonyoung was in awe as he stared up at the house in front of him if he could even call it that. It took all of his willpower to force himself knock on the door and not hop back in his car to drive off. Well, probably that and the money that he was sure to be offered once he was finished. While waiting, for someone to answer the door he tried to think of what led him to this point. And, it reminded him that while he despised his past he was grateful what it made him today. Now, however he just wanted to get through this job relatively unscathed. After all, Soonyoung was not an idiot to dismiss the rumors and stories he heard from many gossipers as he wandered the city late at nights. But, he wasn't going to believe them unless he was able find basis for any of them.

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