Ever since their night together, Yerin had appeared in his dreams every day, tormenting him.
There were countless times he woke up, realizing it was all a dream, and felt hollow.
Today, seeing Yerin’s face, he initially thought it was a dream too.
He almost instinctively moved to kiss her, as he often did in his dreams.
“I would have gotten slapped then.”
Suddenly, he remembered that from today, not Choi Secretary but Yerin would be waking him up.
That seemed to clear his mind.
If he had continued thinking it was a dream…
“That would have been a disaster.”
Yes, it would have been.
In his dreams, Ihyeon wasn’t the considerate man to Yerin; he was a wild beast.
That was the perfect word to describe the dream version of Ihyeon.
Despite the shower, he couldn’t understand why he still smelled Yerin’s scent on him.
Seeing Yerin’s face, Ihyeon was just as startled.
He stiffened up, recalling their night together, but forced a sly demeanor.
In reality, he was more nervous than anyone else.
Looking at Yerin, wide-eyed in his embrace, he felt like he was back in that moment.
He couldn’t help but chuckle.
“They’d think I’m crazy.”
Well, he was crazy.
Crazy about Han Yerin.
After quickly finishing his shower, Ihyeon wrapped a large towel around his lower body and stepped out.
Entering the dressing room, he found the suit and tie Yerin had picked out laid aside.
“She really knows my taste.”
As he was putting on the suit jacket, Yerin’s anxious voice came from outside.
“Director, we really need to leave now.”
Ihyeon, dressed and holding the tie in one hand, flung open the dressing room door.
Yerin, who seemed very anxious, had a smile on her face.
“Are you ready?”
Seeing his bare neck, Yerin asked.
“Director, I’ve also prepared a tie for you. Didn’t you see it?”
“Here.”
Ihyeon naturally held out the tie to Yerin.
“I’d like Secretary Han to do it.”
“You’re not going to do it yourself?”
“I need to button up.”
Only then did Yerin fully notice Ihyeon’s half-exposed upper body in his shirt.
“What are you doing? We don’t have time.”
“Ah, yes.”
Yerin put down her bag and took the tie from Ihyeon’s hand.
“And, actually, I’m not good at tying ties.”
“…….”
It was a blatant lie.
Who had been tying those perfectly knotted ties around his neck until now?
As if reading Yerin’s thoughts, Ihyeon spoke up.
“Until now, I’ve been relying on Secretary Choi, even if just by hinting.”
“Is that so?”
This meant that Yerin, as Choi’s successor, would now be responsible for tying Ihyeon’s ties.
“I’m really not good with my hands.”
Ihyeon began to slowly button up his shirt, as if without any special intention.
He had only two hands, so it seemed like a smile to save time.
‘This is just a job.’
Telling herself that tying her superior’s tie was one of the basic duties of a secretary, Yerin stood on tiptoe.
Ihyeon bent his knees to make it easier for her to reach.
Their breaths were close enough to feel, but neither of them spoke first.
The tension was so high that it felt like it could burst at any moment.
Ignoring Ihyeon’s intense gaze that felt hot on her face, Yerin wrapped the tie around his neck.
Her fingers trembled with nervousness, but she moved with feigned calmness.
After a while, having neatly tied the tie, Yerin stepped back.
“It’s done, Director.”
“Then let’s leave.”
The tense atmosphere enveloping the two showed no signs of dissipating.
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