ＣＥＬＥＳＴＥ ⧪ The Unspoken Name [ 𝒐𝒏-𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 ]

C H 7 P T E R

CHEONSA

"What?" You asked them. But they did nothing.

They just simply stared at you.

"Okay, since you guys don't need anything. I'll be leaving already" You hurriedly said as you get your bag then immediately ran out of the room before they complain.

You open the door to your office, releasing a breath as you soon close the door behind you. You stood still for awhile, thinking about how messed up your relationship is with the boys. Shaking your head, you take a sit before gently throwing your head back, leaning it over the back of the chair while you close your eyes. After a couple of seconds, you straighten your body before fixing your table in hopes of calming your senses from the issue earlier. Picking up the papers stacked below your desk, your hand glides over a white booklet that lays just beside the papers. Tilting your head, you were familiar enough to recognized the book, grabbing it with your hands before opening it. A bunch of regulations written by a neat penmanship welcomes you. 

≠ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʟᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ

≠ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʟᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ

≠ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴛʟʏ

≠ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

≠ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʟᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

≠ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʟᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴀɴɪᴛʏ

≠ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʟᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇ ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ

≠ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ꜱᴜᴍꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ

≠ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɴᴏʀ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ

≠ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʟᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀʙᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

≠ ᴀꜱꜱɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪɴᴇ

≠ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʟᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ

≠ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴀʟᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ɪɴꜰᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ