❝I can use my hands for more than just typing, boss.❞
❝Your desk is crowded, like my pants. Why don't you get rid of them both, mmm?❞
Kim Namjoon, the wealthiest man in Seoul, owns one of the richest businesses in Korea. Kim Seokjin is a stripper t...
Seokjin thanked Daejung for the picture, expecting him to leave, but the man didn't. He spun back around and handed him something else.
A zipped file which contained two separate photos. Jin took both of them out and placed them down on the coffee table beside him.
There was a brief moment of silence before a half-hearted smile appeared across Jin's face. A smile that hasn't seen the light of day ever since his brother's passing.
"These are beautiful..."
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His friend left afterwards, and Seokjin headed upstairs to his bedroom.
Once he made it to the bed, he placed the two pictures close to his chest and rested his body on the soft sheets, feeling the loneliness start to consume him in his cold bed.
"You could have been here with me right now, Hyunseok.
You missed out on so much...
These past few months have been hell without you. Mom and dad secretly divorced each other, but insisted that we had nothing to do with their fallout.
Jimin tried to set Sin-X on fire after finding out that you killed Mister Jang. He's currently in jail right now, and paying for his wrongdoings.
My eyesight is back for good, but I still get terrible migraine headaches that never go away, as well as the nightmares I have of you. In some you die by getting shot, and in others you call out my name but I can't speak to answer you.
The only reason I've been this strong up until now is thanks to Namjoon. But sometimes, I feel like we're drifting away as well, just like mom and dad.
He's been acting strange lately, as if there's something occupying his mind. He never comes home with me and always makes up an excuse to stay at work overtime.
I get it: He owns a company with a "high prestige" and he can't simply come home for one night because it would "ruin his projects". Projects that he's been "working on" for months.
