"get rid of it." he gave back the clipboard.
"b-but, i can't, mr.kim. it's the chairman's news."
"i don't care. make him forget it."
"mr.kim—"
namjoon grabbed his collar. "you fuck. i don't understand why you work with—"
"p-please don't hurt me." seokjin hid himself with the clipboard.
namjoon knitted his brows. "what? wh..why would i hurt you?"
seokjin shook his head, not answering.
he let go of the male's collar, confused on why he said that.
then it hit him.
"what has my father been doing to you?"
"n-nothing, mr.kim."
"tell me. i'm your boss' son, tell me now."
seokjin gulped hard.
"ch-chairman kim..g-gets his anger out o-on me..sometimes."
namjoon curled his brows. "he hurts you?"
seokjin nodded, closing his eyes tight.
"i wouldn't hurt you. i know he's my father but that doesn't mean i'm just like him."
"i-i know."
"jin."
seokjin slowly looked up at him, still fear in his eyes.
"i love yoongi. so much. i know you won't help because of my appa but i can't have an arranged marriage. i'm gay, jin. i was never a fan of women, i just never told my appa. please jin..get me his phone number. i miss hearing him. please."
"yes, mr.kim."
namjoon fluttered his eyes. "y-you'll do it?"
seokjin curled up a tiny smile, nodding.
