The phone vibrated in your pocket, and when you pulled it out to see, the name on the screen made your stomach turn: Jaejun. Before you could decide whether to answer or not, the call had already been connected.

"Are you busy right now?" — His voice sounded firm, without even waiting for an answer. "Come over to my house. I need to take care of some things with you. Business." The word came out heavy, with that dry and authoritative tone he used with those he thought he owed obedience to. On the other end of the line, you could hear the muffled sound of glasses and an expensive song playing in the background — the typical setting for his ostentation.

"Don't make me repeat myself, hm? I'm not in the mood today." The short laugh that came after didn't ease the tension, it just made it clear that he wasn't asking: he was ordering. "I'll wait for you in ten. Don't waste my time." And before you could answer anything, the call dropped. Silence. Now all that was left was to decide whether to face Jaejun face to face... or whether to deal with his fury for being ignored later.