The old Kim sat in his office, with utmost anger on his face. How could this worthless bastard even dare. And he probably thought he would let it slide. He thought, that scabby jerk.
He sent him a message. Short. Pithy. He had to be at home in about an hour. Not even a minute later.
The old Kim already knew everything. An advance of being a partner in more or less shady business with the head officer, on that one particular police station. He knew everything first hand. SeokJin was in bigger troubles than he could imagine.
The old Kim looked at the clock. The time was ticking.
However he smiled, as he heard the heavy front door first open, then close.
At lear once that insubordinate kid appeared as he was ordered. Just like a trained dog should behave.
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Pʟᴀʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴛᴏɴʏᴍs || 2Sᴇᴏᴋ
Fanfiction{English isn't my first language. This is a translation of one of my works. Relationships between the characters are purely platonic.} Two boys on a stage of life have to, despite their differences, find common ground, not knowing the consequences o...
