Pill Maker Bullies The Boss

World With High Technology

Jungkook leaned back into the chair lazily. The lighting from overhead scattered on his perfect features and made his face glow in the light. He asked Hoseok a question instead. “Isn’t tea meant to be drunk?”

Hoseok pursed his lips and said, “But Old Master has been saving this tea for decades. If you steal it, isn’t he going to flip?”

Steal?

Jungkook gave him an indifferent glance and said unhurriedly, “Then don’t let him find out. Since he has been collecting it for decades, he can continue doing it for another few decades.”

Hoseok touched the tip of his nose and paid obeisance to his master. His master was undoubtedly brilliant!

“I’ll send someone over tonight.”

“Mhm,” replied Jungkook gently.

Hoseok held his phone and kept thinking about the dozens of boxes of nerve-soothing incense he had just ordered. He had no idea why but he felt somewhat uneasy. He could not help looking at Jungkook and asked him in a hesitant voice. “Jungkook, did Miss Huo really buy the incense from this online shop?”

Even Old Mr. Pei had said that Lisa’s incense was priceless. The one sold online went at $299 per box. No, correction, the shop owner offered them a buy one get one free discount since they were buying so many of them… In hindsight, Hoseok found that this incense felt fake.

Jungkook prodded the sandalwood incense on the side and replied nonchalantly. “Mhm.”

Hoseok scratched his head. He bought Jungkook’s words and continued. “The shop owner will ship it tomorrow. I told him to send it by air, so you’ll probably receive it by the day after.”

“Okay. Just deal with it,” said Jungkook airily.

Hoseok glanced at Jungkook. Something sounded strange here. But Hoseok did not detect anything amiss.

He was probably overthinking the matter.

**

Country M.

Yeonjun spotted Namjoon at the arrival gate shortly after he disembarked and waved at him.

Yeonjun was Taehyung’s agent.

“Huo Namjoon,” said Yeonjun as he smiled and bowed to Namjoon. Then he helped him with the luggage and continued. “I’m so sorry that you had to make a trip to come here.”

“It’s fine. How’s Taehyung doing?” asked Namjoon with a grave expression.

“Not… not too good,” said Yeonjun bitterly. He inhaled deeply and continued. “Let’s talk in the car.”

“Okay.”

Namjoon walked out of the airport and got into the car with Yeonjun.

“What happened?” asked Namjoon.

“A few months ago, Taehyung accidentally hurt his spine during a live performance. We didn’t pay much attention to it and thought it was fine. Taehyung got hurt again during practice sometime later. It was during a checkup at the hospital that we learned he had already hurt his nerves badly during the previous accident…”

Yeonjun wiped his face and said in a jittery voice, “He could recover if it was simply nerve damage, but we were careless and caused the injury to aggravate. We visited a lot of hospitals after that but they all came up with the same conclusion. He can no longer perform on stage or even do any strenuous physical activity, else the consequences are unthinkable. Taehyung was born for the stage. If he gives it up, it’s as good as suicide.”