Yu jin’s POV
I was staring at my screen when my phone buzzed. Park Min.
"Yu Jin," his voice ca over crisp, no fluff. "The company party starts in thirty minutes. Be ready. You’re coming with ."
I froze. Thirty minutes? Just wow, he didn’t think it necessary to tell earlier. I didn’t even know what I was supposed to wear. I didn’t even know what this was supposed to be.
Before I could reply, there was a sharp tap on my desk. He was already there. Dressed in black like he owned the office which he probably did..and that gaze. I swear, that gaze could turn water into ice.
"You," he said, voice low but sharp. "Your style is... pathetic. We’re going shopping. Now."
I blinked. Pathetic? My hoodie and jeans were pathetic? And shopping with him? Panic set in fast.
"I...uh....I don’t really.."
"Don’t argue," he cut off, already turning. His jacket swished as he walked out of the office. I had no choice but to follow, dragging my feet and cursing my life quietly.
***
The mall was packed. My pulse kept spiking every few steps, mostly from the realization that this man had zero chill and zero interest in my opinions. He grabbed clothes off racks with the precision of soone defusing a bomb. Shirts, jackets, pants. Nothing was good enough.
"This is terrible. Take that off the rack," he said, holding up a black shirt with a subtle pattern. "You would look like a washed-out cereal mascot in this."
I laughed badly, nervously. "Cereal mascot. Got it."
He didn’t laugh. Another bad trait my son inherited. He wasn’t shopping for fun; he was... editing . Correcting . And sohow, I was okay with it.
"Too clean". " too sharp". " This is like sothing that says you’re not...." I kept changing clothes and he always had sothing bad to say. He paused, staring at . What even suits you.
I swallowed. Sharp. Got it. Too sharp, apparently, for my comfort zone.
Thirty minutes later, we finally arrived at the party after he had finally seen sothing pleading to him, not though. The building was buzzing. Music, chatter, laughter. It slled like rich n, won and power, and I instantly felt like a puppy dragged into a lion’s den.
I tried to walk in confidently, but imdiately felt like everyone noticed . I could practically feel them sizing up, like at at a butcher’s counter. And Park Min was beside .
And then he left alone for thirty seconds, and in those thirty seconds, I noticed him: Kim Min Ho.
The man I had only seen on TV. The cousin Park Min pretended to like. Park Min’s rival. And sohow... even in person, with every polished inch of him, he was hot. Sharp jawline, cold eyes that sohow felt warm when they landed on , that smile that looked like trouble in motion. Unlike Park Min. Unlike anyone.
He ca over. Smooth, confident, the kind of guy who could make the air itself seem dangerous.
"You’re Yu Jin, right?" His voice was low, teasing, like he knew sothing I didn’t.
"I am," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. My heart was beating fast, and I didn’t even understand why.
"Interesting," he said, scanning like he was inspecting a painting. "Park Min let you co?"
I shrugged. "He... kind of forced ."
Min Ho smiled. And it was teasing. And just like that, he was close. Way too close. I was acutely aware of his perfu, the heat of him nearby. And then I noticed Park Min.
He was tense now. Not tense like he was going to yell, but tense like soone had suddenly put a hand on his chest. I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe.
"You okay sir?" I asked, more curious than smart.
"I’m fine," Park Min said sharply.
"Yeah?" Min Ho’s voice was smooth, teasing. "You look... fidgety."
Park Min’s jaw clenched. "I’m not."
"Oh, co on." Min Ho leaned back, smirking. "You’ve got a type, don’t you?"
"Wanna fuck him already? I don’t mind a threeso you know."
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