prism [ kim s.j ] ( fin )

† 28

     "mr kim seokjin, can i speak to you for a minute?"

     sweaty palms, his thumb nail striking against his pointer. a blanket of hush.

     "mr seokjin -"

     "jin, sir. you can call me jin... sir." the said respected man stopped halfway, his laptop half-naked from his bag

     "jin-sshi," glasses were adjusted, his middle finger put into good secretive use. "i'm aware that you know my relations with your friend kyu?"

     "yes sir."

     "alright," his face was much of a robot, a noticeable jaw clench. "what do you intend of kyu?"

     ah, the father-like uncle. "i would like to have a normal friendship with your niece, if that is what you are saying sir."

     "you never talked to me this formally, and you think i would let you be?"

     jin felt a presence, blocked by a door. to his right, the conversed girl peeked from the small screen of the door.

     kyu bit her lip.

     "we will discuss this in another time," mr joon jutted, a smile. strain. a bit of his lip between his lips, but he didn't notice. he never noticed. "sorry to keep you waiting on your free time. i'm very sure you would want to have lunch with her."

     and as the uncle landed eyes with his niece, they held gazes by something. uncertain? tension? choices?

     freedom. and how scary it can be.

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