The Perfect Mistake COMPLETE

# 31 Three words. Eight letters.

Walking into the garden, Minho raised his head, letting the sunlight land on his skin. The sky was deep blue. Not a single could was in sight. The sun was shining so bright, he could forget the cold which the winter air was holding. Minho loved winter air. It felt fresh. He enjoyed every breath he took, especially because the air in his garden was filled with the scent of lavender. It was unseasonably for lavender to bloom in this wintertime, but somehow the cold didn't seem to bother those small flowers. They reminded Minho of "Kibum" who took care of them. So many things about "Kibum" should be impossible, still that seemingly vulnerable human managed to break all the rules. He made Minho open up. That was something Minho wouldn't consider to be possible, never in a million years. Being wrong was never more delightful.

"You shouldn't be worry about me right now. Minho takes good care of me, really." Minho couldn't see the younger behind all the plants, but Taemin's voice immediately made him smile. The older remembered the moment, few weeks ago, when Taemin met the inner circle for the first time in his office.

"These are your new bodyguards."

Taemin bowed before introducing himself to the men standing in front of him. Six... seven, he counted. Seven men and every each of them looked strong and full of confidence despite their young age.

"Can I know your names?" Taemin asked with a smile after the others didn't respond.

"This is Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook. I'm Namjoon. I lead the team," answered the man with resistance in his voice. He didn't care to expend any effort of hiding his scorn for the boss' lover.

Taemin didn't need long to noticed Namjoon's attitude towards him for the smile on his face faded away as the team leader spoke.

"I don't need seven bodyguards. That's too much." Taemin protested.

"They'll work in shifts and they won't show themselves, so you won't even notice them. But don't worry, they are absolutely reliable." Minho explained.

"But I don't want that," replied Taemin, "I would feel observed permanently. If they must be around, I want to know where they are."

"It's not our duty to be considerate of your feelings. We are responsible for your safety, not your feelings." Namjoon stated and before Taemin had a chance to react, a hard punch had already landed on Namjoon's jaw. The guard lost his balance and backed away in a split second.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" Minho hissed. Right after he noticed it was the boss who had knocked him down, Namjoon returned to his place, facing down, as if he was waiting for a second hit.

"I beg your pardon," apologized the team leader as he bowed to the boss and Taemin.

"I hate it when people don't know their places," said Minho. He was about to teach the other man another lesson, if it weren't for Taemin who interrupted him, still holding on his arm.

"Let's make a compromise. There would be at least one person in close proximity to me, right? Then that person doesn't have to hide. I'd love to have someone to talk to as well." Taemin suggested.

"With due respect," replied Namjoon, "this is not how we work."

"Namjoon-ssi, that wasn't a request," Taemin insisted and in the same moment, a proud smirk appeared on Minho's lips. Minho remembered the first day they met. Taemin was insecure and timed. He remembered the first time they touched; Taemin wouldn't stop trembling. Minho hadn't expected something else though, since he almost broke Taemin's neck. Considering their start, it was a miracle how they ended up here. If Minho had ever considered himself a King, then Taemin had become the Queen he needed.