"We really need to stop fighting and work together, as you can see, we have a long way to go, I don't want my work to be a fail, none of my works have ever been a fail," I said, a moment later after entering the vehicle.
I spoke before I could stop myself, the moment rising too quickly for me to reconsider.
I knew that if I allowed even a brief hesitation, if I paused long enough to think it over, I would have changed my mind about letting it out.
Jun was seated beside me, his body angled slightly so he rested more on the back of the seat, and his expression stayed the same as he answered. "I don't have any problem with anyone as long as everyone stops making everything personal," he said.
His eyes stayed forward, not shifting toward me even once, and he kept the same quiet, unbothered tone as if nothing about the conversation required him to adjust how he was sitting or where he was looking.
