Mama

The lock was heard from inside Pablo's office, causing Minjun to freeze in shock. 

"He just locked us in," he muttered, shaking his head. He tried to twist it open, but it was truly locked. 

"Stay in there," June said firmly, his voice muffled through the thick door. "Talk it out."

On the other side of the room, Lena sat quietly, eyes tracing the curve of her son's back as he simmered in front of the door. She could see the frustration in the tightness of his shoulders as well as the anger he didn't know how to express. 

"Minjun, sit down," she said softly.

Out of everything that June did (except for being such a good and handsome guy in 'Everyday, Everynight'), this was something she really appreciated. 

"I'm leaving." 

He pulled at the door, but it still wouldn't budge.

"You're not going anywhere," she sighed, sounding tired. She hadn't been getting any sleep. "We need to talk."