Ch - 9 : Secrets to keep

*** A very little amount of misbehave / harassment context is there in the end ***

Min's POV

"Daehyun? What are you doing here?"

"Maybe Seo Jun-hyung forgot to tell you, but...he's been using my phone now for a few days since he gave it to me to repair.  The number you texted earlier was mine, and he used my phone earlier to text you, but something came up, so he asked me to go instead to tell you."

I gripped at the hem of my dress, looking at Daehyun, who was looking away shyly as he was scratching the back of his neck.

"I didn't mean to hear your C-confession. I was about to say something, but you suddenly blurted out your confession." He looked at me with a shy expression, and then he bowed so suddenly.

"I'm so sorry, Min young-ssi!" I was shocked at

first, but then I broke into a smile because

of his cuteness and silliness. I sighed as I felt relieved. Thank God this is just him, or else I would have been in so much trouble if anyone else were here!

"It's fine Daehyun-ssi, I know that it's not your fault, so you could please raise your head now and talk with me." He slowly raised his head and looked at me as he smiled, like he was teasing me or something.

"So, you like Seo Jun-hyung?" He wriggled his eyebrows. I flinched and somehow felt the heat crawling on my face. I cleared my throat, as I did not expect him to ask me that question directly in front of me. Well, there's no point in hiding it anymore since he heard me anyway.

"It's been a year, but I only had the courage to tell him now, but unfortunately he is not here to hear me out. Maybe destiny really doesn't want us to be together." I sighed for another time and looked on the ground, almost accepting my fate that maybe this is a sign that the possibility of me being with Seojun is really impossible. I suddenly felt warm hands on my cheeks, and when I looked up, I saw Daehyun looking at me with his gentle eyes and assuring smile. He is looking at me like he understands what I am feeling right now. His eyes are filled with love. That's what I understood.

"You should have courage, Min young-ssi. You can't just give up because you feel discouraged." Hyung would notice your love if you would show it to him rather than say it; I just know because he is that type of guy." He giggled, and somehow I did too. He sounded adorable. Aish, what am I even saying? I felt the

loss of his touch as he dug it in his black jeans.

"How old are you, Daehyun-ssi?"

"Oh, I'm 23 years old. Born on the first of September." He said it with a bunny smile. I pouted.

"So you are my hyung then! You don't have to call me Min Young-Ssi anymore; instead, call me Min or Minie, whichever you like! But I will not call you Hyung; instead, I will call you Hyunnie. Let's be friends, Hyunnie," I said as I put my hands over my hips, giggling as I loved the nickname I gave him.

He smirked proudly when he heard that I was younger than him. "How about I call you shorty, because you are short by height and younger than me by age?" He teased me, and I pouted again. "Awww..why are you so cute, Mochi? ''..''huh? Mochi?" I asked with a confused look. ''Yes, Mochi, I will call you Mochi because your cheeks are so cute and soft like mochi.'' He said this, pinched my cheeks, and laughed with his handsome face. With a sigh, I agreed to be called Mochi. Just because he is handsome and cute, I am agreeing with him; otherwise, if this had been said by anyone else, I would have beat them up.

"Fine, fine, you could just call me that. And one more thing." I fidgeted as I played with my fingers, not even trying to look him in the eyes. "Could you keep today a secret?" Hyunnie hyung  I... want to make efforts for Seojun Hyung from now on, like what you said, so maybe keep this a secret for me, please?" Daehyun Hyung patted my head as he assured me with anod.

"I won't tell anyone, I promise."

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3rd person's pov

(Mr. Jeon's Office)

"Any news?" Mr. Jeon asked one of his men while he was sitting on the big couch of his company office, scanning his daily newspaper.

The man in the suit, together with the other five men, shivered in fear.

"N-no, sir. There is still no useful information about the murder case of Mrs. Jeon." The man then bowed. Mr. Jeon threw the newspaper away as he looked at the useless man in front of him. He stood up and walked in front of her. Then a harsh punch to the stomach with a painful grunt echoed in the office.

The man fell to his knees as he grabbed his aching abdomen. He received a single hit, but it was more than enough to make him suffer and cause extreme pain.

"Tell me this fucking nonsense once again, and you know what happens next. Now get this fucking useless trash and leave my office." Mr. Jeon's men were quick to drag the man out as they left him in his office. Mr. Jeon let his anger out as he threw his swivel chair over his

table that made his vases and files fall to the floor, his office is now a complete mess. His new secretary went inside and showed a horrified expression at what she witnessed.

"M-Mr. Jeon? I'll call someone immediately to clean up." But before she could walk out, Mr. Jeon spoke.

"Did I tell you to leave?"

"P-Pardon Sir?" Mr. Jeon looked at her with an unreadable expression. He walked in her direction and locked the door of his office. He pinned his new secretary over the door and started kissing her harshly. The girl named Yuri

was pushing the man who was harassing

her, but it was still no use. Mr. Jeon wouldn't stop. "You could scream all you want, but no."

One would dare to help you, but at times

when I'm having fun." Yuri started crying when she knew what Mr. Jeon meant. She tried to get out of his grip, but the man grabbed both of them.

wrists forcefully and kissed the sensitive parts of her neck. Mr. Jeon lifted up her skirt even though she tried to kick him multiple times. He tried reaching for her thin thighs, but he suddenly stopped. He backed away, only to look at the mess he made and at his secretary crying while she let her weak sobs out. It is times like this that Mr. Jeon would hate himself. Losing his wife at such an early phase in their marriage made him frustrated sexually sometimes, which would lead to incidents like this. But he would stop the moment he remembered the smile on his wife's face when she was still alive. It's like he could hear her voice every time.

"Never tell this to anyone. I would pay you four times your salary for the month, but you may leave and never come back." Yuru held her chest and controlled her cries before she rushed out of the door. Mr. Jeon fell back on the floor, grabbing his hair and crying, remembering his lovely times with his beautiful wife. "I would do anything to find your murderer, my Ji-hyun. I would never stop until I gave your death justice."