E-every Day, Sir ~~ yoonmin

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"M-Mr. Min? Th-there's a man w-waiting outside who says h-he wants to k-kill you."

"Oh good. Send him in."

"R-right away sir."

As the small man closed the door behind himself he could see his boss standing to remove his suit jacket. Rolling his eyes he turned to go receive their 'guest', only to be shocked with his appearance right in front of him. The dark determined eyes seemed to look right past him, directly at the door which he had just closed. 

He took a quick moment to compose himself before speaking to the man currently belittling the idea of personal body-space.

"H-he's waiting for you inside. M-may I take your c-coat?" He tried to flash one of his winning smiles, but the man never looked down to meet his face before storming past into the large office room. It was officially out of Secretary Park's tiny hands.

He gently closed the door behind the man before walking off to make a couple coffees. "Aish," he whispered more to himself, "d-don't say I d-didn't ask."

As he carefully pulled down the sleeves of his sweater to more comfortably carry the steaming cups, the young secretary heard two loud gunshots ring through the air. Sighing, he plucked a towel from the rack beside the sink before moving back to his first task.

Pushing down the handle with his elbow, and opening the door with his hip, he waltzed across the spacious office, careful to step over the growing pool of blood. He set the coffees in a comfortable position on the desk and held the towel out to his companion who took it gratefully. 

"Now M-Mr. Min, I-I hardly think that was n-necessary." He moved his small body up to lounge familiarly atop the mahogany desk as he twirled the spoon in his mug amusedly. "H-he d-didn't look t-too threatening."

The standing man smiled playfully at the light teasing as he wiped the bottom of his shoe with the towel. "Another sent from my brother."

"A-another!?! Y-you'd think h-he would l-learn."

Mr. Min chuckled at the words; he almost felt it a shame that his secretary was the only one which he could speak to this way, but that was a very distant almost. He felt glad for his hire, until he remembered another thought.

"Wait! I thought I told you to take their jackets! Shame too.. this was a nice one." He pouted slightly as he looked over the bloodied expensive suit.

"H-hey! I tried b-but he stormed r-right past!" The secretary pouted right back at his boss.

"Maybe next time, yeah?"

Secretary Park looked over in hurt disbelief. To think he was being accused of not perfectly executing his job! 

A sudden smile flashed across the face of Mr. Min. "Have I ever told you how cute your stutter is?"

The addressed boy blushed, shaking his head for coverage.

"E-every day, sir."