You in Me

11#Present

Jongwoo didn't like working overtime. I mean, who would want to work extra? Moreover, the reason for this was that his superior was challenging another employee. They were so stupid that he was wanting to kill them all one by one.

Yet, he adjusted the colors and effects of the ad, which would probably not even be accepted. His eyes were starting to hurt from looking at the computer screen. When he finished his work, he got up without even bothering to turn off the computer and went to the window on the left.
The office was on the second floor, so the lights from nearby buildings were visible. Lamp-lit roads and narrow streets, too. A few people were walking, a few cars were passing. It was a boring and depressing sight.
Those people who deliberately ran for nothing and saw themselves as if they were doing something were so pathetic.

He felt thirsty, but it was too late to do something today. It was because of stupid Heejoon. Yet he was not angry. No matter what he did, the fire in him would not go out anyway. He had to learn to control it. Both for himself and for Moonjo.
Seriously, where was he? What was he doing? How was he hiding?
He could not find answers to his questions on his own, and even if he did, he could not be sure of its accuracy. Why would he hesitate to ask it directly to the person related with? He took his phone out of his pocket, pressed 'M' and called without waiting. The phone rang for a long time. Jongwoo almost gave up hope. But at that moment it opened.

When there was no sound, Jongwoo spoke first, thinking that this should be done for safety reasons.

"Hey, are you there?"

"Yes, but I was a little busy baby. Why did you call?"

Jongwoo swallowed and thought quickly. His voice sounded as if he had just been busy with some fervent business. He was also a little gasped.

"I couldn't come because I was overtime, I'm sorry."

In turn, he heard a chuckle he had heard before, but which continued to feel strange each time.

"Baby, I know. It's okay. Did you call to say that?"

In fact, he hadn't called for even the questions in his mind. No, that wasn't the answer.
He had wanted to feel him somehow.

"Yes," he said. And for the first time he had had the courage to lie to him.
There was no sound from the other side of the phone for a while, and Jongwoo didn't want to continue any further.

"I'm hanging up, good night."

"Rest well, Jong-u."

He hung up the phone, put it back in his pocket, and went back to work. There was nothing left to do. He didn't care about the poor effects he did, he seriously wanted to go home. So he turned off the computer and left the building.

When he arrived at the residence, he noticed the police car at the beginning of the street. He knew it wasn't for him. It was so soon revealed that this brat was missing. He must have had someone he wrote to or called every day. Although, when he was with him that night, he only talked about his mother.
Jongwoo's chest tightened for a moment. What if he had told her about him? It was too late to think about that. The police should have already contacted the woman and taken her statement. Or they had given the woman some time to feel her pain. He would need Jongcheol's phone to find out. Moonjo kept it last. Maybe he even destroyed it. He couldn't find out without asking, and anything was better than putting himself in danger.

He took out his phone as he entered the building and texted Moonjo a short message about the boy's phone and his concerns until he went up to his room. Anticipating that there would be no immediate response, he hung up the phone, placed it on his desk, and stepped into the shower. When he had done all his work and went to bed and was just about to go to sleep, he was startled by the message tone of his phone.