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"Mei?" Minghao exclaimed.

She couldn't answer. She just looked him in the eyes and cried harder. He ran over and quickly untied her, pulled her into a hug and allowed her to sob into his chest.

"Breathe, okay? I'm here," he whispered, patting down her hair, so she took a couple deep breaths in and gained some composure back. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

Mei sniffled one more time and pulled away from him. "That person at the office was my ex boyfriend. He got abusive after I wanted to leave him for cheating on me."

Minghao looked angry, upset, and concerned all at once.

"I'm sorry. I won't let him touch you ever again," he said. "What's his name?"

"His name is Jiho, he's a tattoo artist. He works at the shop in the city next to the Koren BBQ."

Mei suddenly realized she was half naked in front of Minghao. She sighed and wrapped her arms around her stomach.

"Don't," Minghao gently removed your arms. "You have nothing to be insecure about."

They smiled at eachother and she looked down to avoid him seeing her flushed features. There was no doubt about it that Mei liked him. She started putting her clothes back on, and Minghao got up from the couch.

"I'll be right back." He said.

"Are you going to see Jiho?"

He smiled. "You know me so well."

"Okay, but don't do anything that will get you arrested, or hurt."

"I won't, I promise. I'll be back in, probably thirty minutes."

Mei nodded and he walked out the door. While he was gone, she cleaned up her apartment and waited for him to come back.

He left and headed towards the shop she mentioned. When he got there, he got out of his car and went inside, walking up to the desk.

"Hi, how can I help you?" A girl asked, too seductively.

"I'm looking for Jiho."

"Yeah, right this way."

She got up and went around the desk, grabbing his hand. "Don't touch me, please." He said, pulling his hand away from hers.

She fake pouted for a second, but continued leading him to Jiho. They got to a door and she knocked, opening the door right after. Sitting there was a man probably twenty or so years old. Minghao walked in and the girl left. He walked over to an empty seat in the room and sat down.

"Uh, how can I help you?" Jiho asked.

Minghao held eye contact. "I just came here to talk about something, Jiho."

He narrowed his eyes at Minghao and turned his whole body to face him. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I'm one of Mei's friends."

He visibly gulped and his body tensed up. "Okay, and?"

"I know what you did to her today," Minghao stood up and rolled his shoulders back. "And I'm not happy about it."

"I don't know what you're talking about, man."

"Then why was she tied up and half naked when I got to her apartment?"

"That's not my business."

"So," Minghao stepped closer to him. "I guess someone else left her there on the couch, huh?"

Jiho clearly got paler as he mentioned the details. "I don't even know who Mei is."

"So, you didn't cheat on her? And you didn't abuse her after she tried leaving you? And you weren't the one who left her alone and scared in her apartment today?" Minghao pushed, and Jiho closed his eyes, clearly irritated.

He opened his eyes and grabbed his tattoo gun, lunging for Minghao, but the latter was obviously faster, so he caught Jiho's wrist.

Minghao smirked as his fangs came out. Jiho's eyes grew wide and he dropped the tattoo gun. He was about to yell, but Minghao covered his mouth. He looked Jiho in the eyes one last time and smirked at him. Then Minghao sunk his teeth into his neck so he could drain him faster.

Minghao was hungry anyway, so a little feeding wouldn't hurt. About two minutes later, Jiho fell to the floor lifelessly. Minghao wiped his mouth and put his fangs away. Then with a snap of his fingers, Jiho's body turned to ashes and he swept them up, putting them in the trash.

Minghao walked out of the room and headed towards the entrance to leave when he heard an annoying voice. "You should go get a drink with me."

Minghao didn't even look at the girl behind the desk. "Nope, I'm not interested."

He walked out to his car and headed back over to the apartment. When he got there, he headed up and went inside to see Mei in the kitchen cooking. He closed the door and walked up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist.

Mei jumped slightly, then laughed when she realized it was Minghao. "Minghao, you scared me."

"Sorry," he chuckled. "It smells really nice in here. What are you making?"

"I'm making bibimbap with chicken."

"Sounds good."

"Sit down, it's ready." She smiled.

He sat down and she fixed both of their plates. They started eating and Minghao looked dumbfounded.

"Mei, this is really good." He cooed.

"Thank you, Ming," she replied. "So, what happened when you visited Jiho?"

"He's not around anymore." He said.

Mei gasped and leaned in a bit. "You killed him?"

"I was hungry." He shrugged.

She leaned back in her chair, eyeing the boy. "Alright then."

Soon, they finished eating and sat down on her couch to watch movies. "Mei, can I tell you something?"

"Of course you can, Ming." She answered, looking away from the TV and making eye contact with him.

He smiled and paused for a moment. "I really like you."

Mei watched him blush and she smiled. "Cute," she whispered, cupping his cheek. "I like you, too."

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