As they made their way through the crowd, ATEEZ became the center of attention, prompting admirers and passersby to gasp and mutter in anticipation. Like clockwork, Hongjoong kept everyone in line by leading the way and keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings. Nevertheless, he was unable to resist gazing at you, the maknae, who was evidently in a foul mood. Your outburst at an employee echoed through the busy terminal, and Hongjoong felt his jaw tighten as he watched. No one ventured to step in, but everyone else shot each other anxious looks. When it came to Hongjoong disciplining his baby, they were wise enough to stay out of his way.

An expression of slight softening crossed Hongjoong's face as he sighed and turned to the staff. "Don't worry; I'll take care of him," he assured, his voice composed yet determined. He then grabbed your wrist, his grip unyielding as he pulled you through the throngs of people, ignoring your protests and the curious looks from passersby. Hongjoong dragged you into one of the airport's bathrooms, the door slamming shut behind you with a resonant thud. His eyes flashed with irritation as he locked the door, the click echoing through the confined space.

"Alright, enough" Hongjoong's voice was low, dangerous. "What the hell has gotten into you today?" As he inched closer, his presence filled the cramped restroom. "All day long, you've been behaving like an entitled brat. Furious with staff, furious with members... is that something you think you can get away with?" As he extended his hand to touch your chin, Hongjoong compelled you to meet his gaze. "Pay attention to me when I speak," he insisted, his hold becoming somewhat firmer.

Leaning in closer, he blew hot air into your ear. "You know I don't tolerate disrespect, especially not from you," he whispered. His voice carried a blend of fury and a deeper, more possessive energy. "Do you really need me to put you in your place? Right here, right now?"