"How long can I wait before deciding whether to go in on this or not?" Jongin asks, even though he already knows perfectly well that it's a now-or-never decision.

He can almost see Kyungsoo closing his eyes and sighing, shaking his head slightly. "Until the end of this phone call," he replies.

Jongin has always prided himself on being able to think fast under pressure, but the encounter with Misters Tall and Short has left him more on edge than he wants to admit. He pinches the bridge of his nose and wonders if Sehun might still be up for that shot of whisky. "Next time, then," he says. When I don't have a pair of watchdogs following my every move, he thinks to himself.

"Your loss," Kyungsoo says, and Jongin is greeted with the apathetic sound of the dial tone. It's just like him, Jongin thinks, but that doesn't stop it from being annoying.




"I made a new friend," Sehun tells him, cutting Jongin off as he attempts to warn him to watch his steps. "His name's Lu Han, and his connections suck way less than hours."

"That's nice, but can you listen to me for a sec --"

"I'm having a meeting with him right now," Sehun interrupts. "Call me back later, Jongin.

Jongin goes to get drinks by himself that night.



ty other writernon for writing with me ;~~;
also ty to other anons who are reading u///u