Evening time. Junhwi, who took a break from the situation room duties, was on his way to drive Yeonwoo.

Since the start of the situation room duties, Yeonwoo’s concentration on him had dropped to a dangerous level. If left alone, it could lead to severe consequences.

So, he managed to persuade Yeonwoo, who always claimed, “You can’t disturb busy people,” and got him to sit in the passenger seat.

“How about an action movie?”

“Not bad.”

“Since it’s a drive-in theater, you can choose snacks freely. Right? How about spicy chicken stir-fry?”

“Sounds good. All of it.”

Junhwi changed gears and turned the steering wheel delicately. Even so, he didn’t forget to respond to Yeonwoo’s questions while he sat in the passenger seat.

“Let’s have fried chicken. You always leave the menu selection to me.”

Yeonwoo, who was puffing wind into his mouth, seemed to express a faint complaint as if he had expected it.

Even though the weekend had come amidst busy work, they decided to go to a drive-in theater this weekend.

As with most date courses, Yeonwoo suggested what he wanted to do, and Junhwi followed.

“Oh, we’re already here.”

The car stopped in front of the familiar apartment entrance.

Junhwi pulled up the handbrake and silently watched Yeonwoo, who was busy searching for menus on his phone.

“Shall we add chicken gizzards?”

“That’s fine.”

“Don’t always say you’re fine with anything; express your opinion as a lawyer.”

Spicy, mild, soy sauce flavor. Try choosing from these. Yeonwoo held his phone screen out to Junhwi as if expecting it.

[Assistant Manager Yeonwoo, I apologize for the evening. Have you had dinner?]

Seungho Kim’s text appeared on the screen. For a moment, a heavy silence filled the car.

[What was the password for the evidence storage room door lock that you told me last time? If you tell me again, I would appreciate it.]

Yeonwoo’s hand, which was about to reply indifferently, stopped in mid-air.

Taking advantage of the moment, Junhwi snatched Yeonwoo’s phone as if fishing for it.

“Lawyer, why—”

“Do you contact each other privately even at night?”

“What?”

Yeonwoo’s round eyes widened even more.

Could it be that he’s jealous? But the level seems a bit borderline. The back of Yeonwoo’s neck tightened.

“Did you tell Kim Seungho that you have a boyfriend?”

“Well… Why should I talk about that?”

“…”

“So, since he never asked me, I can’t just suddenly say, ‘Hello, Lawyer Kim. I have a boyfriend! Take note.'”

Is he jealous? But the intensity seems a bit questionable. The nape of Yeonwoo’s neck tightened.

“Lately, Kim Seungho has been following you like a dog chasing its owner.”

“What did you say?”

“Surely, he doesn’t enjoy getting attention.”

The water that had been nervously held back eventually spilled over.
Really, after a long time, the man in front of me returned as a surly superior. It sincerely means that I hate him.

“What, saying such things. Is it sincere? And Attorney Kim Seungho has a girlfriend!”

“Why share such trivial stories!”

“Just a moment ago, you told me to say I have a boyfriend!”

“That, well…!”

It was a brief moment, but Junhwi’s pupils rolled in confusion.

For the first time, Yeonwoo logically defeated Kwon Junhwi! However, he was not happy at all.

‘He, saying that, didn’t even tell me about Lim Nayoon.’

I’ve been trying so hard not to bother a tired person!

Should I just vent everything I want to say? Today might be the day to let out all the accumulated complaints.

But rather, seeing that he was frustrated and didn’t know what to do, I thought that bringing up the story of Lim Nayoon here might lead to a really big fight.

Really, I’ll just endure it one last time.

Yeonwoo, pressing down the three letters ‘Lim Nayoon’ as if they were about to pop out of his throat, managed to say something else.

“Thank you for the ride. Please be careful.”

Right, the phone. Yeonwoo, who skillfully grabbed his phone in his hand, unbuckled the seatbelt.

But somehow, Junhwi’s lips were pursed, as if there was something left to say.

“Is it really okay to just leave like this?”

“No. I’ll say one more thing and then get off. Attorney Kim will be playing alone this weekend.”

It was the best decision Yeonwoo could make.

Leaving him, who had solidified like a person who had lost a country, Yeonwoo got out of the car without mercy.

Bang, the sound of the car door closing brought Junhwi back to his senses.

“…”

But Yeonwoo had already entered the lobby.

Although the silence was momentarily lost due to a text message, the price of losing self-control for a moment was too harsh.

Junhwi comforted his forehead and violently slammed the steering wheel.

Since parting ways, the two spent their weekends without contacting each other.

And then came Monday again.

‘This is really a hell Monday.’

On the way to work. Yeonwoo, who entered the lobby, adjusted the strap of his handbag and prepared himself.