i know that
if i die, my
only choice is
still defending
★
you shall go west,
and face the one who has turned,
you shall find what was stolen,
and see it safely returned,
you shall be betrayed by
one who calls you a friend,
and you shall fail to...
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They arrived at the meeting room, taking their seats alongside the others. Vivian, standing at the front of the room, prepared to start the discussion.
Bea and Minho were assigned to work together on a maintenance task. They had been bickering playfully, as usual.
Minho, a sly grin on his face, was perched on a table, his long legs dangling off the edge. He had his arms folded across his chest, watching intently as Bea worked on some documents nearby.
With a playful glint in his eyes, he nudged a stack of papers, sending them scattering onto the floor. Immediately, he feigned innocence, looking at Bea with a mock-sheepish expression. "Whoops."
Bea, her concentration interrupted by the papers scattering on the floor, shot Minho a glare. Her patience was quickly wearing thin.
With an annoyed huff, she placed her pen down on the desk and walked over to where Minho was perched. Without warning, she slammed her hand hard on the desk next to him, leaning in with a scowl.
"Minho. Could you please try to be a little less of a disaster for five minutes? I'm trying to work here."
Minho chuckled, his eyes locked with hers as she strode towards him. He watched her approach, admiring her fierce determination as she slammed her hand on the desk next to him.
"Oh, come on, you know you love it when I mess things up," he replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "It keeps life interesting, right?" He leaned back slightly, pretending to be unaffected by her scowl.
Bea, her eyes narrowing further, shot back, "Oh, absolutely. Who needs order and efficiency when you can have chaos and messes everywhere? It's like a gift from the gods, really. You're a walking disaster, Minho."
She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "I swear, every time I have to work with you, it's like trying to keep a toddler from drawing on the walls."
Minho chuckled deeply, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Ah, but the fun part is that you keep working with me. Could it be that you secretly enjoy the chaos I bring with me?"
He slid off the table, moving closer to her. Their faces were inches apart, and he leaned in, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Or maybe you just can't resist me."
Vivian, who had been silently observing the playful banter between Minho and Bea, finally intervened. Her voice rang out, firm and authoritative.
"Alright, that's enough, you two. Let's try to keep things focused, shall we?"
She walked up to them, a disapproving look on her face. "We have work to do, and I don't need the distraction of your constant bickering."
Minho and Bea glanced sheepishly at Vivian, like students caught by the teacher during classroom mischief.
Minho raised his hands apologetically, a lopsided smile on his face. "Sorry, boss. We just can't help it. This one is too irresistible-"
Bea elbowed him in the ribs, effectively cutting him off with a glare.
