Crimson Ties

Park Junho's shoes clicked against the passageway as he strode forward, his ever-efficient personal assistant shadowing his every move. He kept smiling, a constant, almost eerie grin that hinted at some hidden excitement. The assistant, however, was far from relaxed. His brows were furrowed as he scanned the area, his body slightly hunched, despite their simple walk down the hall. This tense silence continued between the two men until they reached a door, a plate affixed to it that read: For Authorized Personnel Only.

Park Junho gave his assistant a dismissive glance. "You can wait here. I'll be done in five minutes."

"Five minutes…?" the assistant echoed, his voice a little too high-pitched. "Are you going to—" But before he could finish, the door closed with a soft mechanical hum, leaving him staring at the long, golden-lit corridor. He sighed, shoulders dropping. "He always leaves after saying his part…"