He noticed the small trail of blood around the latter's long and firm hands, the form of a mysterious shaped item always clutched tightly around him, and the package. As Jongdae reluctantly trudged to Minseok's office holding manila folders of all his due work, he awaited outside the door having an inner conflict if he should enter or not. Jongdae raised his balled fist ready to knock, but two voices arguing inside made him retrace his steps.
"You have to do it now, the package was not delivered", Minseok' secretary Sehun implied.
"I'll deal with him stay here", Minseok gritted out.
Jongdae backed away carefully, but the floor underneath him creak alarming the two men inside. He immediately turned around dropping the files on the floor, he took a sharp turn towards the restroom not noticing both men chasing behind him steadily keeping track of him. Slamming the door of the cubicle shut he closed his eyes, breathing in his thoughts overcoming him.
"Why is the package so important?", Jongdae says, "Did he actually kill him?".
Tears slowly formed around his hooded eyes, it was too much for him to take in. He walked out pouring water on his face wondering since when did he become a big mess. Jongdae was so deep in thought repeating the same questions out loud, but he didn't notice two men listening closely fading away with his words gathering the information not directly given to them.
Minseok dismissed his secretary, taking action to the issue Jongdae was having by himself keeping his own promise to take care of him. Jongdae felt an uneasiness fall deep down into his stomach when he was called to Minseok's office, clutching his sides to prevent him from vomiting his feelings.
As he walked in he wanted to get out, Minseok was glaring at him with so much hatred and despise. Jongdae didn't want to cause more trouble and he knew the only reason why he would be called up here, Minseok knew, everything he held into this moment he spilled out to him.
