形同 10

Unknowingly shouting a few octaves high, Min-joon glanced at the Yakuza standing next to him with the sound of his bones pounding. The bald-headed, mountain thief, and the stuffed bear were staring at Min-joon, who clenched his fist and shouted at his boss. But the eyes were a bit strange.

It's a humanly sympathetic look, or a life-threatening advice that says, "Please don't talk back to me and say yes." Min-joon felt strange humanity from them and slumped down. And I prayed my hands to wear out.

"Okay, I will never teach you how to cry again."

Daiki sat on his knees and looked down at Min-joon, who was closing his eyes tightly. Daiki had wrinkles in the middle of his brow to see if it was not pleasant.

"Get up."

Min-joon jumped up like a man with Yong-su-chul on his back. Perhaps because of the feeling, I heard a short laugh somewhere, but I shook my head soon. Who can laugh in Daikie's study, where darts are all over the place?

"Go back."

"Yes, I understand."

Min-jun said the study was leaving with a loud voice like a recruit who had just joined the army.

"Wait."

Min-joon remained immovable, holding one foot in the air instead of turning around

"If you kneel down one more time, you'll be fine. Got it?"

"Yes."

'It's because of you.