pretty | knj. + jjk.

7

Namjoon

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Jeongguk's head whipped towards the direction of the booming voice. The voice alone was enough to send chills down my spine.

The click clacking of heels echoed through the empty hallway, accompanied with Jeongguk's ragged breathing.

Jeongguk's face held even more panic and fear than it did before.

A woman dressed in a black pencil skirt, white dress shirt, and black stilettos walked at a brisk pace in our direction. She had a suit jacket resting on her arm and her black hair was slicked back in a neat low bun. Her face greatly resembled Jeongguk's but held a slight harshness that Jeongguk's didn't.

She walked straight to Jeongguk and cupped his face with her perfectly manicured fingers. Jeongguk visibly flinched at the contact and made a small noise of protest.

"Oh my lord, Jeongguk! What happened to my poor baby?" Jeongguk didn't say anything; he just looked away.

"You're coming home with me right now."

"Ms. Jeon, he's not well enough to be leaving right now. He shouldn't even be out of bed"

"There's no need for that. I'm taking him home now." Jeongguk's mother moved her hands away from his face and instead gripped one of his wrists and tugging him closer to her. Jeongguk wiggled his wrist, pain and discomfort written on his face.

Jeongguk looked at me with frightened eyes, the crease between his eyebrows deep. He shook his head in my direction and looked down at his wrist.

Getting the message, I took a small step forward.

"Ms. Jeon, Ms. Nam is right. Jeongguk-si shouldn't be leaving now. He isn't even in the condition to be moving about-"

"Shut it boy."

"Let me go!" Jeongguk pulled his wrist out of his mother's grip and took a small step back.

"I'm not going home. Listen to Ms. Nam-"

"Hush now. I'll phone our personal doctor and have him look after you at home." His eyes blew up and he shook his head, backing up even more.

"I'm not leaving. You can't make me."

"Watch me." She grabbed his arm in a vice grip, digging her nails into his skin, before she began to drag him away.

"Ms. Jeon-"

"I will be signing my son out at the office. Have a nice day." Jeongguk pushed at her hand, squirming and trying to get his mom to let him go.

"Help me! Don't let her take me! You can't let her take me!"

"I'm sorry Jeongguk. But it is your mother's decision, and I'm in no position to tell her otherwise" Ms. Nam had a pained expression on her face.

"Kim Namjoon! Please don't let her take me!" Jeongguk and tears streaming down his cheeks, his voice hoarse from screaming and crying. I balled my hands into fists and began to walk towards Jeongguk and his mom.

"Take another step and I will file a police report for assault and put a restraining order on you." I stopped in my tracks, digging my nails into the palms of my hands from how hard I was clenching my fists.

All fight left Jeongguk's body as his shoulders slumped. He gave me the most dejected and weak look, and let his mother drag him down the hallway.