It hurt to breathe.

No, let me rephrase that.

Hansol simply couldn't breathe. 

He had known from the very beginning that something would go wrong, the dark and haunting look in the CEO's eyes as he repeatedly glanced from his watch to the doors of the auditorium for a certain trainee was just one indicator. Everyone could tell he was pissed, and Hansol only cursed under his breath with each passing minute of Taeyoung's absence.........until Taeyoung decided to show up that is. 

Problem was simple: Taeyoung was thirty minutes late and not even one trainee had ever dared to come late to an evaluation before.

He remembered the slightly nervous look in the others eye as he walked toward center stage. Eyes slightly narrowed in slight concentration, he could tell the other was clearly trying to keep himself composed through the way he bit the insides of his cheek as he ignored the glaring eyes of almost everyone in the room. He had fooled everyone in the room, but him. Honestly speaking, he would never be able to fool Hansol.

Not when his job required him to break the carefully crafted masks of almost a thousand of underground gangsters on a daily basis. 

Hansol's eyes traced the others figure from across the room as he began an idiotic fight with the CEO. He was the only one who had the guts to talk to the CEO in the way he did, but he still wasn't sure if he should applaud him for his stupid courage or hit him for being s