Yunho tapped his foot fretfully against the driver’s seat, fidgeting nervously on the expensive leather. Why wasn’t Jaejoong back yet? How long does it take to drop a stupid spider in an alley and come back? Yunho was sure something had happened to him, something unimaginably terrible. He stared out the window, his hand gripping the door handle for ( Read more... )

Chapter 3

The old man pressed his forehead against the back window of the car and breathed deeply. It would be a long two day drive to the company retreat. He pulled the repeatedly folded speech out of his pocket, and smoothed it out against his knee. He stared unseeingly at the too small letters on the sheet of paper, not bothering to take out ( Read more... )

 
( he eyed the bottle of shampoo distrustfully )