All My Firsts Are You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 59

From behind, Jun’s head bobbed up and down. I immediately understood why.

There, in the entrance where Jun and Secretary Yoon stood facing each other, sat my shoes—patently feminine shoes. Shoes Jun would never wear, far too small even for his toes to fit into: petite 225mm heels.

Surely, Jun must have noticed my shoes the moment he stepped out the front door. He could have fabricated some vague excuse, whether she believed it or not. But his nod of confirmation rendered any such hope meaningless.

Would it really be okay to say I was Jun’s secretary? She couldn’t possibly be unaware that Jun and I had only reunited recently. Might people start gossiping unnecessarily? Jun himself looked utterly composed from behind, but my heart remained heavy.

I took a step backward, careful not to make a sound. Jun’s broad back blocked the narrow gap of the slightly ajar front door, so my steps had to be excessively cautious. Still, my backward retreat faltered out of sync. Just as I barely regained my balance and froze in place, I heard Jun’s voice.

“You really can’t fool Secretary Yoon, huh? You’re right—I have a guest over right now. Their feet are incredibly tiny.”

Jun appeared not just calm but downright composed. He acknowledged it just enough and deflected effortlessly—then immediately shifted the topic back to the conference discussion he’d been having with Secretary Yoon moments earlier, as though that settled everything.

Yet I understood clearly: Jun was resolutely unwilling to reveal anything more than the shoes Secretary Yoon had spotted in the entrance.

After wrapping up the essential schedule checks, Secretary Yoon expressed concern for Jun’s condition in a noticeably gentler tone, abandoning her earlier professional briskness.

“I’ll drive you to the broadcast station myself, so please get ready and come out. Your shirt’s soaked through with sweat… You have a casting audition today, right?”

“Oh…”

Jun, who’d spoken fluently until just now, hesitated briefly. Only after his next words did I realize that hesitation was because of me.

“It’s just… that person is kind of shy around strangers.”

“Huh? Shy?”

“Oh—not me. I mean the owner of those shoes.”

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