Who did this Crime?
For what did he/she kill him?.....
~AT Mr Min's Clinic ~
Author's POV
"Sara, now you can meet Mr. Min," the receptionist said to Sara. Sara entered Mr. Min's Cabin. "Can I come in, Mr. Min?" she asked him, her voice tinged with a hint of apprehension. He hummed in response, his gaze gentle yet probing.
~ Time skip ~
Mr. Min's POV
"Thank you for your cooperation, Sara," I reply, attempting to convey reassurance through my tone. She just smiles at me, but there's a subtle tension lingering beneath the surface. This is the first time I've seen her smile during our sessions, and it's both heartening and concerning. I hope this marks the beginning of her journey towards healing, yet I can't shake off the feeling that there's still a long road ahead for her.
I snap from my thoughts when she suddenly speaks. "Mr. Min, I think our session ended." "Yeah, Sara, you can leave now. Have a nice day," I respond, masking the concern swirling within me behind a professional demeanor. She nods, but her eyes betray a whirlwind of emotions she's struggling to contain as she exits the room.
My assistant steps in and informs me that the next patient will come. When the patient steps inside my room, my heart skips a beat. This patient has been troublesome for me, her presence often evoking a mix of frustration and empathy within me.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Min," she says, her voice carrying a hint of defiance as she takes a seat opposite me. "Good afternoon, Ms. Choi Y/N," I greet her, trying to maintain an air of neutrality despite the tension crackling in the air between us.
"So, Y/N, how was your last week? Did something interesting happen?" I probe, attempting to initiate a conversation that might lead to a breakthrough. But her response is laced with sarcasm, her words dripping with bitterness that cuts through the air like a sharp blade. It's clear that beneath her tough exterior lies a wounded soul grappling with inner turmoil.
"Yes, Mr. Min, I should fucking answer your question, right? Then last week went as usual, like all the weeks, but to my surprise, I didn't fire any of my staff this week," she replies, her tone veering between defiance and resignation. It's evident that she's wrestling with demons from her past, and my heart aches for the pain she's endured.
"Oh, Y/N, that's an improvement. I think you are getting back to normal," I say, attempting to inject a note of encouragement into my voice. But her expression remains guarded, her walls fortified against any semblance of vulnerability.
"Okay, let's leave that topic. How is your business going?" I steer the conversation towards safer waters, hoping to alleviate some of the tension. But her response is curt, devoid of any enthusiasm or genuine engagement.
"Mmm, my business is going well. The turnover of this year is more than last year's business, so I am happy about it," she replies, her words lacking the vibrancy that typically accompanies good news. It's as though she's merely going through the motions, her facade masking the turbulent emotions roiling within.
"Then, Y/N, did you get any new friends? Tried to socialize, or did you get a new boyfriend?" I tread carefully, aware of the minefield of emotions lurking beneath the surface. But my attempts at levity are met with a chilling rebuke, her words dripping with disdain and resentment.
"Mr. Min, are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck! How can you ask that question even though you know the answer? Moreover, you try to act cute," she retorts, her voice laced with venom as she unleashes her pent-up frustration. It's a stark reminder of the deep-seated wounds she carries, wounds that refuse to heal despite my best efforts to offer solace and support.
As she storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her, I'm left grappling with a maelstrom of emotions. Guilt gnaws at me, a relentless reminder of my inability to break through the barriers she's erected around her heart. Yet amidst the turmoil, a flicker of determination ignites within me – a determination to continue striving towards helping her find the healing and peace she so desperately deserves.
I can't stop myself from thinking about her, replaying our interaction in my mind with a sense of unease gnawing at my conscience. I berate myself for overstepping boundaries, for failing to provide the support she needed in that moment of vulnerability. But even as I wrestle with self-doubt, a resolve solidifies within me – a resolve to redouble my efforts in guiding her towards the path of healing and self-discovery.
With a heavy sigh, I gather my thoughts and steel myself for the challenges that lie ahead. It's a daunting task, navigating the intricate labyrinth of her psyche, but I'm determined to persevere, to be a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that threatens to engulf her soul. And as I prepare to face the uncertainties that tomorrow may bring, I offer a silent prayer to whatever higher power may bewatching over us, seeking guidance and strength to navigate the turbulent waters ahead.
~~At Veautiful Days~~
Choi Yeonjun's POV
I finished preparing the future sales prediction for the German project. Mr. Lee assigned it to me, perhaps because Soobin struggles with math. How could he manage statistical reports? I almost forgot Mr. Lee asked me to submit it to his table. Let's head there.
I walked through the pathway to reach his table. Mr. Lee was engrossed in his files on one side and typing something on his computer with the other. Does he ever tire? How does one man handle so much work? I entered his cabin.
"Good morning, Mr. Lee," I greeted him, trying to inject some cheerfulness into the room.
"Good morning, Yeonjun. What brings you here?" he asked, glancing up from his work.
"I completed the report, Mr. Lee," I said confidently, holding out the document for him to inspect.
"Oh! Good, Yeonjun," he responded promptly, his attention divided between me and his files.
"I also got an idea while going through the papers you gave, Mr. Lee. Why don't we franchise our company in Germany? We have an alliance with one of the top companies. So, when we franchise, we can establish ourselves in Germany. Here's a report I made on it," I suggested, hoping to impress him with my initiative.
"Oh, great idea, Yeonjun. I'll speak about this to Mr. Kim," he said, acknowledging my proposal with a nod of approval.
"Okay, Mr. Lee. I'll see you later. Have a nice day," I said, turning to leave his cabin.
"Okay, Yeonjun," he replied, already engrossed in his work once more.
**Mr. Lee's POV**
Though Yeonjun is young, his ambition and initiative in company activities never fail to impress me. I reviewed the report he submitted – meticulous and well-prepared, as always. His suggestion to franchise our company in Germany is indeed promising. I should propose this idea to Mr. Kim. Gathering the reports, I made my way to Mr. Kim's cabin.
"Good morning, Mr. Kim," I greeted him as I entered his office room, presenting the reports.
"Good morning, Mr. Lee," Mr. Kim responded with his characteristic boxy smile.
"Mr. Kim, I've come up with an idea," I announced, eager to share Yeonjun's proposal.
"Proceed," he instructed, his tone serious and attentive.
"As we have an alliance with one of the top companies in Germany, why don't we franchise? It will help us establish our brand name," I suggested, gauging his reaction carefully.
"It's a great idea, Mr. Lee," Mr. Kim agreed, his grin widening at the prospect.
"By the way, this idea was proposed by Choi Yeonjun," I informed him, giving credit where credit is due.
"Oh, ask him to come to my cabin, Mr. Lee," Mr. Kim instructed, already considering the implications of this new venture.
"Okay, Mr. Kim," I said, preparing to fetch Yeonjun for their meeting.
**Yeonjun's POV**
"Hey, Yeonjun, Mr. Kim wants to meet you," Mr. Lee informed me.
"Sir, please leave me. I haven't done anything. Is he going to fire me? Oh god," I panicked, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
"Yeonjun, stop. Just go already," Mr. Lee said, trying to reassure me. Reluctantly, I made my way to Mr. Kim's cabin, my heart pounding with anxiety.
Mr. Kim Taehyung's POV
I heard a hesitant "Good morning, sir" as I looked up from my table. It was Yeonjun, his expression tense with anticipation.
"Good morning, Choi Yeonjun," I greeted him warmly, hoping to ease his apprehension. But it seemed he was still weighed down by uncertainty.
"That's a great idea, Yeonjun. I appreciate it," I commended him, hoping to boost his confidence.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Kim. I thought you were going to fire me from the job," Yeonjun admitted, his relief palpable.
"Why would I fire someone who works hard?" I reassured him, hoping to alleviate his fears. It was clear that he needed encouragement and validation, and I was more than happy to provide it.
As the colors returned to his face and a hint of pink graced his cheeks, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at his accomplishments. Yeonjun may be young, but his dedication and creativity were invaluable assets to our company.
"Okay, you can leave now," I said, turning back to my work as Yeonjun made his exit.
"Have a nice day, Mr. Kim," he said, his voice filled with gratitude as he walked away. With a smile, I returned to my tasks, grateful for the opportunity to work alongside such talented individuals.
The door shut behind him, but before I could fully immerse myself in my work, it burst open once more, revealing Yeonjun standing in the doorway.
"Mr. Kim," he began tentatively, his eyes shining with anticipation.
"What is it, Yeonjun?" I asked, curious as to what had prompted his return.
"Why can't we have a get-together party, Mr. Kim?" he proposed, his enthusiasm infectious.
"A party? Yeah, I guess we can have one. It's been a while since we last threw a party," I mused, considering the idea. In truth, it sounded like a welcome diversion from the rigors of work, and I was eager to foster a sense of camaraderie among our team.
"Yes, Mr. Kim," Yeonjun agreed eagerly, his excitement palpable.
"Okay, Choi Yeonjun, check my schedule with Mr. Lee and fix a date. Let me know. Make the arrangements for the party too," I instructed, eager to see his plans come to fruition.
"Okay, Mr. Kim. Thank you," Yeonjun said gratefully before hurrying off.