468 A Tight Spot.

Ji-Tae wasn't sure if he could be more hateful of Dan-Han than he already was. Whenever he thought about him, anger and pure hatred for him and everything pertaining to him was all he felt. 

 "I hate his guts!" He viciously declared as he chugged a glass of brandy down his throat. 

The burning sensation of the alcohol against the wall of his throat as it coursed down didn't quench the frustration he was feeling. He poured himself another glass and gulped it down before lighting up a cigarette. 

His fingers roughly worked on his tie as he yanked it. Everything on him was suffocating and he wanted nothing but to rip them off, same way he was going to rip Dan-Han into pieces. 

He still couldn't believe Dan-Han could put him in a tight spot. He had found out his plan and had turned it against him.