Park min’s POV
I’d been trying to forget that night with Yu Jin, but the problem was; he walked around the office like it never happened. Like he hadn’t been on his knees for , looking up with those smug eyes.
He was calm, collected, and irritatingly confident.
Worse, he’d started hanging around so guy I decided to check his na out of curiosity not jealous, curiousity and I found out his na was Ji Hoon.
Ji Hoon had joined the company with him a few weeks back. The guy was decent at his job, always polite, but he had that easy charm that made people like him too quickly. Yu Jin laughed at every stupid thing he said, leaned close when they spoke, even brushed his hand over Ji Hoon’s sleeve.
That was the mont I stopped pretending to focus on my report.
I wasn’t jealous. That’s what I told myself. I was just... concerned. About professionalism. About workplace boundaries.
Except my concern felt a lot like my jaw tightening every ti I heard Yu Jin laugh.
By the third day, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I walked into the eting room ten minutes late, coffee in hand, and there they were Yu Jin and Ji Hoon, whispering by the projector, laughing about sothing on Yu Jin’s phone.
The rest of the team was waiting, pretending not to notice.
I set my coffee down and said flatly, "Yu Jin, if you’re done socializing, maybe we can start?"
His smile froze for a second. Ji Hoon looked down at his notes.
Yu Jin said with that calm voice of his, "Of course, boss. We were just. "
"Not working," I cut in. "I noticed."
He gave a small nod, then stepped aside like he was letting have my little mont. I hated that it worked.
Throughout the eting, I kept finding ways to throw work his way. "Yu Jin, you handle the new client list." "Yu Jin, rewrite that report." "Yu Jin, fix the presentation slides."
He just smiled and said, "Sure thing, boss," like he had all the ti in the world.
When he spoke, he made sense. When Ji Hoon spoke, Yu Jin looked at him like he hung the damn moon.
By the end, I couldn’t help it. I said, "Next ti, maybe less talking and more results."
Silence. Everyone looked at their papers.
Yu Jin’s lips twitched, almost like he wanted to smile. He didn’t. He just said quietly, "Noted, sir."
The "sir" sounded respectful, but it wasn’t.
After the eting, I called him to my office. He ca in, with a calm expression , posture lazy, like nothing could touch him.
"Yes, boss?"
I didn’t look up from my desk at first. "You’ve been getting distracted lately."
"Have I?" he said lightly.
"You have." I looked up then. "Ji Hoon seems to be your new focus."
He tilted his head a little. "We’re just colleagues."
"Then act like it."
His eyes narrowed slightly, just for a second. "If this is about work, I’ll take the feedback. If it’s about sothing else..."
I stood up. "It’s about both."
He blinked once, slow. Then smiled soft, almost sweet, which made it worse. "You’re not jealous, are you?."
The words hit harder than they should have. I let out a short laugh. "Of Ji Hoon? Don’t flatter yourself."
"I didn’t say of him," he said quietly. "I said jealous. You fill in the rest."
I wanted to tell him to shut up, to remind him who signed his paycheck. Instead, I said, "You’ll be taking on the quarterly reports alone. I want them by Monday."
He raised a brow. "That’s four people’s work."
"Then you’d better start."
He gave a low laugh, the kind that wasn’t friendly. "You know, boss, if you wanted my attention, you could just ask."
I didn’t answer. I sat back down and waved a hand like I was done with him. He left without another word, but I could feel the heat of his stare long after the door closed.
***
By the next afternoon, Yu Jin hadn’t sent a single update.
I waited. Nothing.
Finally, I found him in the break room, sitting on the counter, eating an apple, talking to Ji Hoon again.
That damn apple looked like an insult.
I walked in. "Yu Jin, a word."
He took one last bite, threw the core in the trash, and followed out.
Inside my office, I said, "I asked for progress on the quarterly reports."
He nodded. "And I said it’s four people’s work. You want it done right or fast?"
I clenched my jaw. "You’re testing ."
He smiled. "No, boss. You’re testing ." He stepped closer, and his voice dropped. "You didn’t give orders because you need the work done. You gave them because you wanted to see how far I’ll bend to you"
I swallowed. "Careful, Yu Jin."
He tilted his head slightly. "You don’t like being told the truth?"
"Do your job," I said quietly.
He looked at for a long mont, then leaned closer. I could sll his cologne sothing clean and faintly sharp, like citrus and smoke. He said near my ear, his breath brushing my skin, "I know what you want, Park Min."
My throat went dry. "You’re out of line."
He didn’t move back. "You want to stop? Say it."
I didn’t.
He smiled, barely, then whispered, "Follow ," before walking out of the office like he hadn’t just turned my brain into static.
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