Sinner

Chapter 27

*Korean*

It's four hours later. I'm currently getting yelled at by my always grumpy manager about me working out at night and how that's against the rule. That he needs to know where I am at all times.

"Do a hundred burpees right now," he orders. I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

Sidney and Mark managed to convince my manager that I left my phone at home last night and that I went for a run late-night. So at least I'm not getting kicked out of the company.

"Go write a 300-word essay in KOREAN saying what you did was wrong before training tomorrow, I'm leaving now, and if I find out that you are out late at night again. I'm going to make sure that Mr. Lee hears about this," he threatened.

"Yes, sir," I say as sweat drips down my forehead.

He glares at me before turning around and leaving the practice room.

I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror and sigh. I crouched down and buried my head in my hands.

I want to go home.

"Hey Chocopie," I hear Jaemin say.

"Oh hey, nana," I say standing up.

"Why are you here? I thought it was breaking day," he asks.

"I got in trouble," I say.

"Ah that explains it," he says.

"Why are you here?" I asked him.

"Renjun and I had a bad fight and I may have punched and maybe our manager saw it," he says scratching the back of his neck.

"What?" I ask, staring at him blankly.

"Yeah," he says.

"So what is your punishment," I ask.

"I have to write an essay on why I shouldn't hit Renjun and I have to do some push-ups which I already did," he says.

"Fun," I say as he gets out two pencils and a piece of paper.

"Here," he says, giving me a pencil and paper.

"How many words do you have to write," I ask him.

"300, you?" He asks me.

"Same, you know they don't read these," I tell him.

"Really," he asks as we start to write.

"Yeah, they look at it and then throw it away," I say.

"Huh, doesn't that just make life easier," he says.

After thirty minutes of writing and laughing, we walked out of the building that we nicknamed the prison. I walk to my car and look at Jaemin baby chicking me.

"You need a ride," I say.

"Um, yeah. Can you take me to your place?" he asks, making me chuckle.

"Sure, you can control the radio," I say.

"For real?" he asks.

"Yeah, you got good music taste," I say, making him smile.

"Thank you," he says as I started to drive.