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Chapter 5

"Humiliation," I started,"If you're going to fight, at least have some."  

He was panting, hands on his knees facing away from the three of us.

We left the room, leaving him there to think.

"He deserved that," Hobi shook his head in shame.

"Has his fighting habit been happening for a while now?" I asked as we made it back into the living room. They sat next to each other on a loveseat, I crisscrossed my legs in a chair at the corner of the room.

"For the past three years, he has been pettily fighting everyone who challenges him." Jimin rubbed his eyes and sighed.

"That's actually how we met," The two's head shot up to look at me, suddenly my hands, that rested on my lap, seemed very interesting.

"Huh?" Jimin leaned closer to try and hear me better.

"He was on the ground surrounded by eight men, they all were in the Snake Leaders. he said he didn't know of them when I asked, but how could he not. They are one of the biggest gangs in South Korea."

"No, he knows them. I just never thought he'd go as far as gang activity." Hobi groaned.

"Why don't we go see how Namjoon is doing at the office?" I offered, trying to lighten the mood. With swift nods from the two I went to grab the keys.

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"Joonie!" Jimin shouted as he entered the Vice President's office. Though it was a Saturday, Namjoon wanted to come in and learn as much as he could.

I was walking behind Hobi and Jimin, Jungkook slugging a couple steps behind me. As I rounded the corner the the office, I noticed the light was on the President's office.

"What are you doing here?" Namjoon stood from his desk noticing our presence. Jimin and Hobi were greeting their friend with smiles smeared on their face. Standing at the doorway, Jungkook shrugged inside and sat in the chair facing Namjoon's desk.

Namjoon was sporting black dress plants, tousled blonde hair, and a black dress shirt that had a few buttons undone. He looked really good, his demeanor was very laid back, he was very comfortable in the office.

"Oh, hello, Chairman," he said, bowing once he saw me. When he straightened, i noticed him staring for a little too long. Remembering that i was still in my joggers, crop top and my curly dark hair was hanging down past my waist.

"Hello, Vice President Kim," I smiled, speaking in English, "How are you today?"

"I'm fine, thank you, and you?" He replied in English as well.  

"I'm great, Namjoon," I laughed at his formality. "I'm going to stop into Chul's office."

He nodded and turned to yell at the two messing with the tools on his desk.

Knocking gently before entering the other office, I smiled as I entered. My smile dropped as soon as I fully stepped inside.

"What are you doing back here?"

"I'm right where I'm supposed to be," Ex President Chan was stationed in Chul's chair.

Taking my phone from my back pocket, I saw in corner of my eye the reflection of my phone screen in the mirror next to me. I opened the camera feature and started recording a video getting everything he was about to say on record. Crossing my arms letting the camera settle on the man in front of me.