Su-Jin wasn’t stupid.
He wasn’t blind.
He saw exactly what was happening.
Seo-Yeon, still fidgeting in her chair, wasn’t comfortable.
Even with her skirt mended, she kept adjusting it.
Pulling at the fabric. Crossing and uncrossing her legs.
Which, frankly, was hilarious.
But he wasn’t cruel.
So, after watching her awkwardly fiddle with the cuffs for too long, he sighed.
And pulled out his phone.
.
“What do you want?”
Suan’s voice was as smooth as ever.
Su-Jin rolled his eyes.
“Can you drop off some clothes at the company?”
Suan raised a brow.
“Your wardrobe is perfectly stocked, Su-Jin.”
“Not for me. It’s for someone else.”
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There was a long pause.
And then—
“Oh?”
Su-Jin immediately regretted his choice of words.
“It’s not what you think.”
“Mhm. You’re telling me you—Kang Su-Jin, Mr. Strict and Orderly—are personally arranging clothes for a woman? How scandalous.”
“Noona—”
“Who is she?”
Su-Jin sighed.
“Seo-Yeon.”
Another pause.
And then—
“Ah. The one you’re totally not interested in.”
Su-Jin closed his eyes, already mentally preparing for this headache.
“Just bring the damn clothes.”
“Say please.”
Su-Jin hung up.
Suan laughed.
And for once—
She had an actual reason to go to the company.
Except—
She wasn’t so sure she wanted to face Jiho now.
.
Meanwhile, Seo-Yeon was very, painfully aware of what she was wearing.
The skirt that Su-Jin fixed for her.
The one that he fixed— by his own hand.
“This is your fault,” she muttered under her breath.
Su-Jin, calmly drinking coffee.
“You were the one who wore a short skirt.”
Seo-Yeon glared.
“And you were the one who told me to take it off!”
Su-Jin smirked.
“Would you have preferred to walk around like that?”
Seo-Yeon opened her mouth.
Closed it.
And then—grumbled.
“Shut up.”
Su-Jin, still amused, took another sip of his coffee.
“Clothes will be here soon. Try not to look too embarrassed before then.”
Seo-Yeon huffed.
But secretly—
Her heart was beating way too fast.
And she had no idea why.
.
Suan walked into the company with full confidence.
Or—at least, she tried to.
She wasn’t someone who backed down.
She wasn’t someone who got nervous.
But after last time—
After Jiho almost crossed the line—
After she was the one who got flustered—
She didn’t know what to do now.
Because she was supposed to be the one in control.
But now?
Now, she wasn’t so sure anymore.
.
She stepped into the office.
And immediately froze.
Because Jiho?
Jiho was right there.
Looking straight at her.
Completely calm.
Completely composed.
Like he wasn’t thinking about the incident last time at all.
And that?
That somehow made it worse.
Because now, Suan was the one avoiding eye contact.
And Jiho?
Jiho was just smirking.
Because for once—finally—
She was the one running.
And damn it—
She knew he knew it.
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Chapter 23: "The CEO Who Loosened Up"
