Money Loving CEO's Detective Lover

Gayoon screamed loudly and closed her eyes in embarrassment while Minho only gave her a stupefied look. 

"Why are you naked?" she exclaimed, facing away from him. And what's with those abs? She added in her head. After taking a glimpse of his chiseled torso, she could not erase it from her head.

"Hmm?" Minho grinned. Gayoon glanced back only to find him staring at her in amusement.

"PUT ON SOME GODDAMN CLOTHES!" she yelled.

"Don't turn around then," he said in an indifferent tone while suppressing a snicker at her expressions. Gayoon was too embarrassed to look his way anyway so she was still as he put on a pair of pants and a t-shirt.

"You can look now," he announced. Gayoon, still red in the face, turned to face him. Composing herself, she began to talk.

"I want to know what really happened between you and CCK," she demanded. "And don't tell me that you don't know! I can tell that you're lying."

She glared at him. The man was not understanding the gravity of the situation. The CCK was still out there, hunting for a new prey and she wanted to catch him as soon as possible.

"We need to know the truth!" Gayoon repeated.

"That girl…" Minho began. "What was her name?"

"Y-yumi," Gayoon replied. "She was a high school student and in her last year too. She was supposed to start studying in K-College this fall."

Minho was silent, pondering about the girl who had lost his life. His dream was flashing in front of him, the murderous eyes of the CCK. Even though they had not seen his face, Minho could never forget those eyes. The eyes which thirsted for blood.

"You wanna know the truth, huh?" he shot at her. Gayoon nodded. Minho took a step towards her. Gayoon did not move from her spot, rooted there until they were only centimeters apart. He was towering over her but their eyes were locked with each other.

Minho could see the questions she was burning to ask him and he was not sure if he was ready to answer them. CCK was more of a personal vendetta for him and he knew that the killer had returned to finish what he had started. The man was out for Minho's blood and until then, he would keep on killing until he destroyed him.

He suddenly grabbed her and pushed her on the bed. Gayoon was taken aback and began to struggle but he pinned her wrists to her sides.

"Hey!" She protested. "What-"

But he leaned closer to her ears and whispered, "He's my worst nightmare."

Gayoon stiffened at those words. Minho's voice was shaky and for once, he was vulnerable around her.

"He'll come for my family," Minho breathed. "And also for you."

He hovered over her, their gazes locked. Gayoon was nervous at the sudden proximity, conscious about their position. Anyone could walk in and see them in this compromising position.

"Why?" she asked. "What does he want from you?"

But for some reason, she already knew the answer. The CCK was not back to kill. He was back for…

"Revenge," Minho stated. For a few moments, they were quiet. He was still havering above her, his hands caging her tightly. Minho did not know why he was holding onto her like that but having her so close was comforting him. After the dream he had about that night, he could not help but cling onto her like a child, seeking comfort in her embrace. 

Gayoon, too, was feeling a rush of inexplicable emotions which were confusing her. The aloof money lover she knew was now scared and lost. He did not want to testify because he wanted to face the CCK himself. The past he shared with the killer was a nightmarish experience and had tormented him for many years. It was his biggest fear and he wanted to face it on his own.

"Is this why you don't want to tell me about your relationship with CCK?" Gayoon whispered. "You want him to find you."

"I want him to pay," Minho stated. 

But how? She wondered. What was he going to do?

Suddenly, Gayoon was afraid that Minho would do something really reckless. He was calm and cool but also reckless. He was willing to throw away his own life if he could take down the CCK himself.

"Don't you dare do something to hurt yourself!" Gayoon scolded him. To Minho's surprise, tears were now falling from her eyes. The emotions she had bottled for the past two days were gushing out.

"You didn't even call!" she cried. "And then you were acting all distant. Now this! You're targeted by a serial killer and yet, you won't let me help! It's so frustrating and makes me really angry!"

She struggled to release her hands but he was still gripping them tightly. Minho was surprised by her outburst. In his jealousy, he did not realize that Gayoon was also getting hurt.

Wait, I was jealous? He questioned himself. It was an alien feeling to him. He was never jealous of someone else because he was always above such petty feelings. But Gayoon's closeness to her partner made him anxious and irritated. He could not understand it then but seeing her tears, he realized how childish he was acting.

That idiot Kanji left out the most important part in those rules! He cursed Kanji in his head for his stupidity.

"And even after I tried to make you realize that your silence can endanger Jina, you still did not budge!" Gayoon went on, tears stinging her eyes. "I don't want to see you or Jina being hurt by the CCK! And if he's targeting you then he'll come for her and…"

She sobbed harder, letting out all her pent up thoughts. He just did not understand how important it is for her to catch that mad man. If something happened to Jina, then she would never be able to forgive herself.

Suddenly his lips came crashing down on hers, hungrily smooching her. She returned his kiss with equal fervor. His hands let go of her wrist, cupping her face as he explored her mouth with his tongue. Her hair came loose, spreading against the white sheets. She moaned and pulled him closer to taste his lips more. His one hand was sliding down towards her chest, unbuttoning her uniform. She felt his palm on her mound, gently squeezing it…

"Woah!"

They were broken out of their reverie. Startled, they looked around to see Jina standing at the door, staring at them in shock.

"I think I've been scarred for the rest of my life," she mumbled.