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 âOppa, stopâ Seriously.â Her voice boomed about the corridor. She held onto her shoes by the heel with her index and middle finger, staring down at her brother only several meters away. Haessal could see the ice engraved into Seokjinâs eyes, and they didnât even dare to blink as they were firmly plastered on his sisterâs presence. Instead, fire ignited with annoyance in her sweet, now acidic, voice. All Haessal wanted to was just goâgo back home to the comfort of her small studio apartment. She didnât want to be held up in her brotherâs business, much less bossed around by someone who wasnât her mother and father, even though her brother always meant well. This time, though, the siblings didnât click that late evening, leaving Haessal in an uncomfortable position with the need to jet off back home.
  Despite her brotherâs demand to stay until the night had passed, the younger threw her shoes onto the tiled floor, kicking her sneakers on as she prepared to leave. With Haessalâs young yet impulsive nature, Seokjinâs words of stale worry wouldnât stop her in her tracks. âStop saying stuff like that. Iâll be fine, alright? Iâll text you when I get homeâŠâ she paused in thought, sighing heavily. âI donât want to be here right nowâŠâ Haessal muttered wearily.
âIâm just saying -- it really isnât safe out right now. Haessal... donât be childish.â Seokjin groaned quietly before letting his eyelids fall shut, a low sigh escaping him as he tried to find his cool; searching for an apology somewhere amidst the awkward silence. He hadnât meant to pick a fight with her, really -- the male was still feeling insanely stressed with all of the issues piling up at the office, even having to lash out on a few of his employees for slacking off. There was really no time to be slacking, in Seokjinâs defense. Not when someone had embezzled money from the company just recently. All of it had begun to take a toll on him lately. There you go, making everything about you again, Moon Seokjin. Resolve this now.
Swallowing down his pride, Seokjin, stoic as ever, made his way to scoop her heels up and off the floor, clutching them in his arms as he followed after her before she had a chance to escape. âAlright, alright. Iâm sorry. Let me walk you home at least, yeah? Butterscotch hasnât felt fresh air all day.â As if on cue, the small labrador appeared from the kitchen, padding over to the both of them, almost hesitantly, like he was listening to them all along. âNow come on. Weâll pick up some ddeokbokki along the way.â
