Soeun ascended to the seventh floor, her heart pounding.

The seventh floor was quiet. Manager Songmungyeong’s desk was neatly organized. It seemed Manager Song had already left for the day.

As if he had heard Soeun’s footsteps, Taejun opened the office door. Through the crack, his face appeared, and there was something tense about the slow movement of the man, who silently pursed his lips. It felt like there was a taut string, somehow pulled by that movement. Yielding to the pull, Soeun entered the office.

Although it seemed he kindly opened the door, even before the door closed, Taejun, with a faint sigh, descended behind Soeun like pouring down her back. Soeun took a deep breath.

Taejun’s long arms firmly enveloped Soeun, rendering her unable to move her arms.

Leaning down next to Soeun’s shoulder, Taejun brought his lips close to her ear and murmured slowly.

“Miss Han Soeun likes dehumidifiers.”

“Oh, did you hear that? It’s just a useless thing to say.”

“How can it be useless to know what Han Soeun likes?”

Even though his voice was slow, Soeun’s ears perked up anxiously.

“You were cute when you drank. Shall we go for a drink?”

“No.”

Soeun instinctively responded quickly and moved towards the door.

Someone might come in.

Like a tortoise carrying its shell, Soeun moved her feet cautiously. She reached towards the door, but Taejun’s hand reached the doorknob first with a click, skillfully locking it.

“We can lock the door, but doesn’t this make it more suspicious?”

Aah.

“It’s okay; no one will come up.”

He tensed her, then relieved her. Taejun was a person who enjoyed teasing others. On his palm, Soeun felt like clay, morphing as he molded.

Like shaping candy out of clay, Taejun spoke sweetly and plainly.

“Do well with the TF team.”

“Yes.”

“But don’t get too close to your team members.”

“What?”

“If the TF team starts, we won’t have time like this.”

She blinked, not understanding the meaning of “don’t get too close to your team members,” but Taejun quickly changed the subject. Soeun was easily swept away by Taejun’s words again.

Once the TF team becomes active, they won’t be able to meet like this anymore. It was regrettable, but at the same time, Soeun felt fortunate. Even now, with Taejun sticking to her like a turtle shell, there was a brake for Soeun. Human affairs were unpredictable, so she shouldn’t get too deeply involved. She silently reminded herself.

“We should focus on work at the company.”

Soeun replied and twisted her body, escaping from Taejun. Indeed, she thought it was dangerous to be doing this in the company.

Taejun asked for Soeun’s opinion.

“Work hard during the weekdays and have fun on weekends, isn’t that right?”

“Are you not busy on the weekends, Director?”

“You make time for what you want to do. Do you have time on the weekends?”

“When on the weekend?”

“From Friday evening to Sunday.”
“There’s nothing special……”

“Then pack everything you need for a 2-night, 3-day trip. Is there somewhere you want to go?”

“Yes? Um……”

“Think about it.”

Somewhere to go? 2 nights, 3 days?

Taejun seemed to be thinking about a secret trip. Soeun’s heart thumped.

Faster. Faster. Faster.

Everything was progressing at a speed she hadn’t imagined when she was dating Heeuk. Even an absurd thought crossed her mind that he might demand a break a few days later.

Faster. It’s too fast!

But I can’t say I don’t want it!

Soeun briefly regretted the moment she freed herself from his constraints, facing him.

He had the power to turn everything into a positive. When she saw his face, she found herself saying, ‘yes’ as if enchanted. He was someone who knew how to use his flexible drive and dazzling beauty properly.

Wednesday.

Heeuk left work early and decorated his house. He placed candles throughout the house, hung lights, and blew up balloons, with help from his mother, Kim Malhee, and father, Yang Kyuchil.

Kyuchil grumbled while attaching balloons to the wall to make a heart.

“Do you have to propose here? It’s hard for your mother. It’s like she’s completely healed because you’re proposing when she’s discharged.”

I want to propose in a hotel too.

But Hyunji said she won’t go to a hotel. I can’t do it at work either.

Heeuk, who had no choice but to choose his house as the proposal location, silently inflated balloons without saying a word.

Instead of Heeuk, Malhee pointed out Kyuchil’s complaint.

“Oh, forget it. You know you’re doing this because you couldn’t do it for me, right? Because my son does it for his girlfriend, you’re all prickly.”

“It’s not like that. I’m saying you suffered.”

“Am I the only one suffering? Our Heeuk is suffering too.”

If only she could make Hyunji her daughter-in-law, Malhee felt like she could prepare ten proposals like this.

After clearing the table and putting the cake down, Malhee noticed the ring case next to it. While she was happy when preparing for the proposal, seeing the ring case made her feel a bit bitter. Her son, who never did anything for his real mother, spent a lot on a proposal.