Jungsoo was silent as the manager came to pick him up. His body was numb, he couldn't feel anything, hear anything. His eyes were empty as he stared at the flashing lights of the City they drove by.

His manager remained silent as he drove them. Didn't utter a word throughout, didn't offer comfort, for Leetuk was sure that the man knew what he just experience.

As well as their President.

As well as…

He closed his eyes and forcefully stopped his thoughts from running. What's the point of it? Of doubting the people around him? What's done is done. He had offered and they accepted.

What's the point of pointing fingers? What's the point of blaming others?

Did they force you to come?

No.

So who he was to complain?

Finally, what felt like hours, the vehicle came to a halt. The manager wordlessly opened the door for him. Jungsoo winced as he took his first step, his back aching, but he refused to acknowledge it.

He didn't hold the hand that the manager offered, didn't let the man accompany him to his apartment.

He opened his door and locked it as soon as he could, basking in the silence and darkness. He took a deep breathe and forced his eyes to remain close. Yet he could feel it b with tears he has yet to shed.

In the safety of his home, the emotion rushed back through him. A sob escaped his lips. It became like a signal for his tears to fall. Soon, he was kneeling on the ground