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"where did you go?"
"t-to visit my umma, chairman kim."
"prove it."
"i-i didn't take a picture."
chairman kim got up from his chair, facing his assistant.
"w..would you like a cup of c-coffee sir?"
seokjin took a step back when he got closer.
"i had enough coffee."
"then..t-tea?"
the chairman kept getting closer.
"where did you go, seokjin."
"m-my umma's."
"you're stuttering, seokjin. i know you're lying."
"chairman—"
the chairman slapped the clipboard out of his hand, making it fall down on the ground.
"tell me now or you're fired."
"i already quit."
"what!?"
the chairman grabbed seokjin's neck and pushed him down to the wall.
"are you sure you want to quit, seokjin?"
the assistant grabbed the chairman's wrist, trying to make him let go.
"you'll regret it."
"p-pl-please l-let go..." seokjin begged.
"or what? you're going to tell me where you actually went?"
"y-ye-yes.."
he let go of him.
seokjin started to cough, lifting his hand up to touch his heat up neck.
"now tell me." he crossed his arms.
i'm sorry namjoon.
"i..w-went..."
i'm really sorry namjoon.
"t-to..."
i'm just trying to keep myself safe.
"y-yoongi's f-or..."
please don't hate me, i know you will.
"y-your son."
