The room started to fill up.
One by one, employees stepped in—chatting softly, flipping through their notebooks, sipping coffee like it was just another ordinary day. But for me? It felt like I was sitting on a bomb.
I kept my eyes low, pretending to read my notes, trying not to think about how close Joonseo and Yuna were sitting. I could feel the tension—even if no one else in the room knew the real story.
Then the door opened again.
And in walked Mr. Seungwoo.
He looked sharp. Confident. Calm. His black dress shirt fit perfectly, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his watch and veins. He greeted a few people with a nod, then spotted me—and smiled.
"Hey," he said, walking over and taking the empty seat beside me.
"Hey," I whispered, trying to play it cool, though my heartbeat was doing flips.
He leaned in a little. "About Saturday—I'll text you the details, alright?"
I nodded. "Sure. Sounds good."
Just then, I glanced up.
And saw Joonseo watching us.
