Jun-Ho

That night, I went to Jun-ho's house. I had to deliver some documents to him, since I wouldn't be able to go to work tomorrow.

I knocked on the door and a Jun-ho, dressed entirely in black, opened it, looking surprised. "What do you want?"

Ignoring him, I walked into his house as if it were my own and left a briefcase full of papers on his table. "Tomorrow you'll go to work alone, and you need to have this."

"I won't be able to go either," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Why? Are you going to look for your brother again? Tell me, Jun-ho, how many years have you wasted trying to find your brother? It's sad if you think about it... because he doesn't do the same for you," I said with no expression on my face.

"If you mention anything related to my brother again, I'll throw you out that window," he threatened while pointing to a large window.

I smiled slyly and approached the window, which looked down a three-story drop. "I'll take the risk."
He grabbed my neck tightly, his jaw clenching. "Don't you dare."

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