The night fell on the Seoul town. The whole city was buzzing, as people were hurrying home after work. Meanwhile, everything was quiet in Jisung’s office, but at the same time tense. He moved away the collar of his shirt with a movement of his hand, feeling stuffiness and took off his jacket, remaining in a white shirt with a black tie. His piercing look ran over the documents lying on the table and he hums, folding his hands into the lock

«How many times have I asked you to leave me alone?»

Jisung lazily clicks his tongue, shifting a heavy look at the young man in front of him, who did not pay attention to him. Jisung exhales deeply so as not to break away, but only snapped his fingers in front of his nose and added a little harder

«You don’t even want to listen to me»

He leans back on the back of the chair, holding his hands behind his head and bites his lip. he is tired of him always interfering with his plans and deciding to act in his own way. Jisung meowed thoughtfully, tapping his graceful thin fingers on the armrest of the chair, and then, suddenly, he was enlightened by an idea and he grinned with the corner of his lips

«Although, you know.. since you’ve bothered me so much, I can claim your rights right now. with my presence, I won’t allow you to behave so recklessly»

Jisung leans to the nearest chest of drawers, taking out a bottle of ink and puts it on the table. and his fingers picked up the package of new needles

«Hand on the table. If you resist, I’ll kill you on the spot»