His voice wasn't loud but carried a fullness of breath, feigning his fear. After the shouting stopped, even the dust blown by the air conditioning hung suspended in mid-air.
Kangjeon Tae Hyun, the rogue, seemed stunned.
His buttocks received a harsh slap, stinging fiercely.
Sun Joon Ho pouted, turning back, the tip of his nose red, feeling aggrieved, his throat constricting in sobs.
Glancing at him, Kangjeon Tae Hyun tugged at his collar, walked to the desk, grabbed Sun Joon Ho's clothes, and used his foot to step on the sleeve, pulling it upward, commenting, "Nice elasticity." Then, taking large strides back to the sofa, he expertly crossed Sun Joon Ho's hands behind his back and skillfully tied them up.
"I can't believe it, are you serious?"
Sun Joon Ho tried to struggle but couldn't break free. With a lack of confidence, he weakly shouted, "Someone help..."
