"Do hell with you and your pretentious love, Namjoon! Just leave me alone, will you?!" you shouted, your angry eyes locking onto his, only to find him smiling innocently, which made you grit your teeth in frustration.
He had become so much more stub...
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"Oh, my sweet and intelligent nephew..." Kim Ja-Kyung barged into Namjoon's office, his voice laced with mocking familiarity.
Namjoon looked up, his eyes filled with disgust and barely contained malice. He hated his uncle to the core. The very sight of him sent a wave of anger through him, tightening every muscle.
Clenching his jaw, Namjoon stood up slowly, his gaze never leaving Ja-Kyung. "Do you have any manners, or did you sell those in your so-called mafia market?" he spat out, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Ja-Kyung's smirk faltered for a moment, his eyes flashing with anger. "Watch your tone, Namjoon... Have you really forgotten who I am?" he said, sitting down with a smug expression, clearly enjoying the tension.
Namjoon didn't reply, his fists clenching tighter as he stood rooted in place.
"A fucking old hag," he muttered under his breath, forcing himself to stay calm. He knew too well what could happen if this man's temper flared—his family would be in danger. He couldn't afford to let his anger win, not here, not now.
"Why are you here..." Namjoon ground out through clenched teeth, each word dripping with barely restrained fury.
His uncle smirked, clearly enjoying Namjoon's frustration. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached to his belt holster and pulled something out. The sight made Namjoon's stomach drop for a second, but he held his composure.
Ja-Kyung's smirk deepened as he aimed the gun directly at Namjoon, expecting some flicker of fear or panic to break through his nephew's calm exterior. But Namjoon stood firm, not a hint of fear in his eyes.
"My dear Joon," Ja-Kyung said, his voice oozing false affection. "What did I say earlier? You have to tackle this fucking case... and yet, I'm not getting any results. Why is that?"
He flicked the safety off with a sharp click, anticipating that the threat would finally unsettle Namjoon.
But Namjoon didn't flinch.
"Do you think I'm a magician?" Namjoon replied, his voice cool and measured. "A case like this takes time." He met Ja-Kyung's gaze without a blink, exuding a calm that only seemed to infuriate his uncle more.
Ja-Kyung's grip tightened on the gun, his frustration rising. "I don't care how much time it takes—you're running out of it."
But Namjoon remained unfazed.
Ja-Kyung stood abruptly, pressing the cold barrel of the gun hard against Namjoon's forehead. The intensity of his threat filled the room.
"I don't care about all that legal crap... that girl is clearly leading this case. You better do something, or I'll deal with your family instead," Ja-Kyung snarled.
At the mention of your involvement, Namjoon's heart skipped a beat, his tension evident. But Ja-Kyung hadn't noticed the depth of Namjoon's reaction—he was focused on his own power. When Ja-Kyung's smirk widened, he shifted the conversation back to Namjoon's family.
