I Will Take You Home || N-K

{9}

The next morning, Eun Hee was sitting alone in the kitchen, and Ni-ki had just come out of his room. Without saying anything to each other, Ni-ki quickly left the house, not even looking at Eun Hee. She just watched him go and then looked down, feeling hurt by how cold he was.

"Remember, Eun Hee, you're here only to help him until his problems are solved. Don't get upset if he doesn't talk to you or ignores you. That's how you're supposed to be treated. You're just staying here. Remember that,"

Eun Hee talk to herself once Ni-ki had left. Ni-ki, standing outside, had his mind on Eun Hee but let his pride keep him from caring too much.

"This is the only way she'll learn from her mistake. She risk herself, so I can't let that happen again. She needs to see what happens when I'm disagree about what she did,"

Ni-ki talk to himself. He shook his head and got into his car.

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Ms. Jang, Mr. Choi, and Ni-ki met at a some place.

"It's annoying having to deal with childish behavior in front of the two of you,"

Ni-ki said while crossing his legs in front of his parents.

"You're getting more disrespectful, Ni-ki. I didn't raise you like this,"

"No need to raise me, I got it from you both. If the parents are disrespectful, won't the kids follow?"

Ni-ki tilted his head and smirked.

"Fine, let's get this discussion over with."

"What's there to discuss? All this just because of a girl I don't even like?"

"You don't understand how important this business is for me to grow! This is the only way I can make it thrive! And you're not even willing to help?"

"Why should I help? Try standing on your own feet, make your own efforts without needing me."

Mr. Choi, getting more frustrated, stood up and grabbed the golf club from the glass table.

"You see this?"

"Yeah, I see it clearly. So what? You wanna hit me with it, go ahead... It's what you've always done, right? Every time I refuse to do what you want, I get hit. So go ahead."

"Don't dare me, Ni-ki!"

"I am!"

Mr. Choi smashed the nearby glass table, shattering it, and the glass shards hit Ni-ki's hand and cheek.

"Changmin! That's your son! How could you do that? This isn't what we planned!"

Ms. Jang rushed over Ni-ki, trying to check his face, but he pushed her hand away.

"Don't touch my face with your filthy hands."