This was stupid. Why did she have to come today? Pyongyang walked down the hallway of a large building. There was no reason for Seoul to call her down today. She walked to the door and slowly opened it. Surely enough, Seoul was sitting on top the table as always.

The door creaked open. Seoul turned his head and gave a small smile.

"Why am I here?" The question came out harsher than intended. Pyongyang walked over and stood in front of Seoul.

"Here," Seoul reached for something on his right side. Hidden from her view. "Take it." He stretched his right arm towards her. A small white box was in his hand.

Pyongyang stared at the box for a while. "What is it?"

"Chocolates. Today is White Day." He shook the box a little, hoping it would convince her that there were chocolates inside.

"I don't want your dirty chocolates." With that Pyongyang quickly turned around to leave.

Seoul's eyes shifted and sighed out of annoyance. He got up from the table and with his left hand, reached out and grabbed Pyongyang's bun. He snapped the hair tie. Pyongyang's hair flooded down her back and reached down to the top of her thighs.

Almost instantaneously, she whipped around and angrily glared at Seoul. "Why do you always take out my bun?!" She lifted her right hand to hit him, but Seoul grabbed her wrist with his left hand.

His fingers slightly ran across the scar on her wrist. Firmly grasping onto her wrist without trying to damage anything. "Take the damn chocolates." With that, Seoul forcefully shoved the box into Pyongyang's left hand. He carelessly dropped her right hand and walked past her. Leaving her in the meeting room alone.

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That was one way to ruin someone's day. Pyongyang angrily walked back home. One side of the box was completely crushed. Her grip was strong enough to choke anyone to death.

She ran her right hand through her. She wanted to kick and scream. Her frustration had reached the top of her head. In one strong swing, Pyongyang threw the box. It flew several feet. A piece of paper floated down to the ground. Strange.

Pyongyang walked over to the piece of paper. It was folded in half and the words "미안해" written on the front. She carefully unfolded the note. Small, bubbly words were on the inside.

"내가 나쁜 놈 이라서"

"Tch… At least you know that much." Pyongyang glared at the note as she began to rip it up. Now in small shreds, Pyongyang threw the note into the air and the shreds fell down like snow.