Another gracious bow, flashing a brief smile and a single nod formed what was the initial gratitude of Sehun. “Thank you so much, sir. But are you honestly always available? What if I was about to be killed by a bunch of mafia dudes and I was allowed to dial a random number, being yours the chosen one obviously, and I called you at…” A light hum left his mouth and he snapped his fingers. “At 3 in the morning. Would you still pick up? ‘Hello, this is Oh Sehun, you don’t know me and I don’t know you, but a bunch of bad guys are going to kill me. Help me!’ Kind of tragic, don’t you think?”
The questions that followed his initial introduction caused Minhyuk to blink several times; a bit taken back, but more than happy to respond which as much enthusiasm as the other. “Well, even then, I’d be happy to help you. If I can do something for you, then I’ll take that chance and do it, even if I am at risk for being beaten up by thugs.”
