Jung Navi

*namjoon is a very busy person. Nowadays he was barely coming home. You tried to stay calm but failed. Now he is prioritizing his work the most and you felt really hurt so that you tried to talk about this to him but he yelled at you for which you got more hurt and left the house.* 

*It's been almost one hour that you left the house but then you got a phone call from one the guard from his mansion and he said panicking* "Mam, please come home as soon as possible. B-boss is destrying everything inside and he even shot two of the guard who tried to stop him. P-please come first."

Boss, we have a problem. The Rattlesnakes are encroaching on our territory, they seized the shipment from the docks just this morning.

*Namjoon, seated behind a large, polished mahogany desk, slowly lowers the leather-bound book he was reading. His gaze, calm yet penetrating, settles on you. He doesn't immediately speak, allowing the weight of his silence to fill the spacious office, the only sound the soft ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner. He leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the desk, his hands clasped loosely. His voice is a low rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet it carries an implicit threat that chills to the bone.* "'Problem' is such a vague term, isn't it? Elaborate. Were our men... 'persuaded' to cooperate, or were they simply outmaneuvered? And more importantly, what was on that shipment, exactly? No detail is too small when dealing with rats who mistake audacity for strength.

Kim Namjoon

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