Wanted

Chapter Fifteen

Act Fifteen; A New Beginning

        Minho's head is low, shackles around his wrists, an officer's hand on his back. The man leads him to the visitation room, muttering, "You have a visitor, Lee," He tells him, "Your co-worker, Hwang Hyunjin."

        "That son of a bitch..." Minho seethes as they reach the door, bustling inside. The room is blank, split in the middle. There is a desk, the wall dividing it is glass. Hyunjin smiles as Minho enters, nodding.

        The officer leaves the room without another word, leaving them. Minho steps forward, dragging the chair out with his foot, sitting down. They maintain steady eye contact for a few moments before Hyunjin speaks.

        "Sir," He mumbles, eyebrows sturdy. Minho raises his. "Something is going on at the company..." Minho merely shrugs, humming to himself, tilting his head backward. "Do you not care?"

        "Why should I care?" Minho murmurs, twisting his eyebrows, "This is a free vacation."

        "A..." Hyunjin's jaw nearly dislocates, "Vacation? Minho, are you resorting to poverty? You look like a fucking hobo." He points to his orange attire, "Have you looked in a mirror? You even have stubble! I haven't seen that on you for years!"

        Minho smiles, rolling his shoulders, "Hyunjin, you haven't given me my gift yet." He tells him, looking down at the box between them. "Was it approved?"

        "It's a watch," Hyunjin nods, "Why wouldn't it get approved?"

        The watch has a tracker built into it; Minho knows this. It's to assist Hyunjin if he ever has to break out of his cell. He's not sure if he will need to; he'll be released soon.

        "I was thinking of making your side dishes," Hyunjin licks over his lips, "But the house is empty. Jeongin left in a hurry; I couldn't stop him. The damn prick has no etiquette."

        This sparks something in Minho; He leans forward, leaning over the table. He props his elbow up, chin on his palm. His nose spasms as he beams, speaking through his teeth, "There is an end to pain," He raises an eyebrow, "But there is no finish to fear."

        Hyunjin assesses him for a moment, nodding briefly, leaning closer. He has gotten emotion out of Minho; Hatred. "Minho," He whispers, "He betrayed us in front of all of Korea. Everyone knows what happened. He had planned this for a while, I told you."

        "It cost me one hundred and thirty billion won to pull ties and shut up big dispatch companies," Minho's lips quiver as his eyes widen. His voice indicates that he is on the verge of a meltdown. "One hundred and thirty billion won." Hyunjin blinks, glancing around. "Has Jeongin attacked any of the factories?"

        Hyunjin shakes his head, "Not to my knowledge, no." He answers truthfully, "I will pay you back, Minho. I apologize."

        "You will pay me back." Minho's eyes sharpen. The apples of his cheeks protrude; He wipes his top lip. "We must clean up a mistake before proceeding."

        "A mistake?"

        "A rat."

        "Ah," Hyunjin sighs contently. Minho is talking of disposing of Jeongin. "I can arrange that."

        "I'm quite hungry, Hwang," He smiles, "So Hungry."

        "When you get out, we can have a feast," Hyunjin answers. There is tension between them, an array of agitation. It has been three days since their last fix. Minho is used to a taste a day. "But, with who? Who shall we invite?"