× A Fanfiction Story ×
ATTENTION: THIS STORY IS NOT TRUE; SOME INFORMATION INSIDE THE STORY IS JUST MADE FROM THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATIONS/INSPIRED BY WEBCOM STORIES.
√ TYPOGRAPHICAL ERRORS
√ WRONG GRAMMARS
√ ENGLISH IS NOT THE AUTHOR'S FIRST LANGUAGE...
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Yeonjun carefully approached the man, who appeared extremely stressed and exhausted, tightly holding his head with both hands. The man averted his gaze, glancing at the two lads watching him.
Yeonjun gestured to the two, signaling with a subtle smile and nod that they could now excuse themselves inside the room. The two bowed and bid farewell before leaving. Once they were gone, Yeonjun inhaled the cold air, clutching his grip.
"C-Commander." he stammered, smacking his head in shame, but Rocky didn't notice. What on earth are you doing to yourself, Yeonjun?
"Ehem, Commander." he spoke again, this time clearly enough for the man to look at him.
Yeonjun saw the man's cold aura permeate the air. He shyly bowed and searched for something inside his suit pocket, handling it respectfully to the man.
"Commander, it's a p—" his statement was cut off when the man spoke to him.
"Stop calling me that, Yeonjun." the man coldly complained about the address he received.
"B-But..." before he could talk back, the man watched him with squinted eyebrows. "I-I'm sorry, hyung." he quickly apologized. He saw the man motioning for him to continue his statement a while ago, so he inhaled and fixed his position.
"Rocky-hyung, it was an invitation card from the new merged company." he stated, making the man nod his head. "My pack sent this invitation a while ago. The sender told me that the party will start at 12 pm, noon. So, may I ask if you want to attend early or—"
"I'll escort you." Rocky cut off his question.
Yeonjun widened his eyes and nodded because he knew already. "Tell the designer to ready your clothes." the older ordered him as he bowed and exited the room.
Rocky stared at the ceiling, feeling the stress and devastation he's experiencing right now—from his brother being hard-headed to the hectic schedules he had in his family business.
"I hate this." he deeply sighed, holding his nose bridge.
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