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Namjoon closed his door behind him, leaning on the door and crossing his arms.
The male that was playing the piano looked up and saw Namjoon. "Hi." The guy replied.
"Replacement, huh?"
The guy knitted his brows. "Excuse me?"
"Why did you replace him?"
"I...I don't know who you're talking about." The guy stood up on his feet, knitting his brows. "Who even are you?"
"You have no right to replace him."
"Did a teacher allow you in here?"
Namjoon grabbed the guy's shirt collar. "Stop asking me questions! Tell Mr.Chen you quit. Yoongi worked all his months if he doesn't get this opportunity to perform."
"Yoongi's weak." The guy suddenly whispered. "He can't even be strong enough to do this on his own. Are you a pet of his?"
Namjoon finally growled and slammed his fist into the male's face, making him fall down to the ground.
"I-I'm not a pet! He's been through so much and I'm trying to not make him go through the wrong path!" Namjoon yelled.
The male on the ground held his cheek, looking up at the other. Namjoon realized and looked down at his right hand, a tingling in his knuckles when he punched the guy.
What did I just do...? Namjoon backed up and hit the door with his back. He turned around and opened the door, jogging away and going right to a janitors closet.
He slammed the door, putting his back on the door. He looked back down at his fist, seeing those purple and red bruises. I punched someone. I can't do that or I'll...I'll be...
Namjoon's phone went off, making him quickly pull his phone out.
