K.NJ
He didn't even lift a finger and the chair was hovering half a meter above the floor. Just by thought.
And then, with a light thud, it stood neatly in front of him again. As if it never left its place in the first place.
His lips curved up in a small smile, a slight smirk, and he turned to the man behind him. Already knew what he was about to say, had known it all along.
"Well done, Namjoon. You never fail to impress us. Keep up the good work.", and the man turned around and left the room. As if he'd never been there.
Namjoon let the smile fall off his lips once he became alone, no longer feeling the need to put up the fake facade.