Seo-jun pushed open the office door and closed it behind him. He leaned back against the wall, taking deep breaths. Why did Do-hyun kiss me like that… right in front of Min-jae? That made me sick… what am I supposed to do? I don't want this… I don't want it at all.
He let out a long sigh, trying to calm himself. Maybe I should just go home… it's leave time anyway.
Slapping his own face lightly to shake off the dizziness, Seo-jun grabbed his bag and left. He walked quickly toward the bus stop, waiting as the evening crowd shuffled around him. When the bus arrived, he got on, found a seat, and pulled out his phone.
Scrolling through the news, he saw the headlines again—something about the Russian mafia leader—but there were no faces revealed.
What the hell is going on? Is South Korea really afraid of him? Seo-jun muttered, shaking his head. Whatever… I don't care.
