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momo gasped quietly. you clutched her hand in yours.

jyp was calm. he was the kind of person who got calmly mad but who's words hurt the most. it was always more so when it was your boss.

"so, where have the two of you been the past..week and a half, i believe?"

"sir, it was my fault."

"i don't want to hear any excuses, hirai."

"we were at my hometown. with my parents."

"thank you. why were you there?"

"because it was our practice version of a honeymoon."

he looked at you over the top of his sunglasses. "oh?"

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