As he was getting ready to leave work, Yeon-woo’s office phone rang. It was Jun-hwi.
Sorry. I’ll go as soon as possible.
Suddenly, Jun-hwi had an urgent meeting.
Well, that’s true. It was an expectation from the moment he decided to free up a weekday evening when the top-performing lawyer in the industry was at leisure.
“It’s okay. I’ll be at the hotel first.”
I reserved a table at the 2nd-floor French restaurant.
“Yeah. Got it. Don’t worry, take your time and come after you finish your business.”
I’ll be at the restaurant. Definitely.
Since it was for work, any disappointment quickly faded. After replying that she understood, Yeon-woo hastily went out and hailed a taxi.
The lobby of JS Hotel felt like entering a luxurious art gallery.
Like a galaxy, sparkling crystal chandeliers hung in hundreds of branches, and as Yeon-woo walked through the wide hall adorned with sculptures and fresh flowers, he couldn’t help but be amazed.
“Wow.”
Then, the moment he received the card key reserved under Jun-hwi’s name at the front desk, a low exclamation escaped him.
‘PH, is this the penthouse?’
Even the writing on the card key’s surface sparkled with golden embossing.
He recalled scenes of the top-floor penthouse he had seen in dramas. How far could Jun-hwi’s capabilities go?
Yeon-woo, thinking again about the greatness of his lover, entered the elevator.
[I’ll stop by the room for a moment and then go to the restaurant!]He sent a message, but there was no reply, probably due to the meeting that kept him preoccupied.
Since Jun-hwi had requested him to wait in the restaurant, Yeon-woo planned to briefly stop by the room and only leave his handbag. Carrying a leather bag, he found it cumbersome and heavy.
Ding. The exclusive penthouse elevator sounded elegant even when arriving.
Excited, Yeon-woo, filled with anticipation, tagged the card key and slowly opened the door.
The moment the sensor lights turned on in the spacious entrance.
“······!”
What is all this?
Startled, Yeon-woo froze on the spot.
At that moment, Roan Yul underground parking lot.
Jun-hwi, who didn’t have time to properly put on his suit, ran towards his car with his arms in his jacket, holding a phone in one hand.
[I’ll stop by the room for a moment and then go to the restaurant!]Seeing Yeon-woo’s message after the meeting, he felt a chill down his neck. At the same time, there were three missed calls from the hotel.
Exiting the parking lot and turning into the city, Yeon-woo, who hadn’t answered the phone all along, finally connected the call.
“You went to the room? Did you check in?”
Yes, Attorney. I was going to leave my bag in the room for a moment and come out. But, um, there’s a problem.
Ah. Jun-hwi sighed inaudibly, pressing his forehead.
The problem started with the fact that Yeon-woo had checked in.
He had specifically requested the dedicated staff that he could only check in when he went personally, so what went wrong?
There was a somewhat sloppy mistake, unlike a luxury hotel. So, I complained a bit.
Listening to Yeon-woo’s voice, which seemed embarrassed somewhere, he turned the steering wheel. Squeak, with the rough friction sound of the wheels, Jun-hwi sped towards the hotel.
It seems they confused the reservation. Gave the wrong room? There are only two penthouses here, is it possible to mix them up?
“What? What, why.”
Now, if he made a left turn and just turned the corner, it would be the hotel entrance on the hill, but unfortunately, they were caught at the traffic signal. Suppressing a bad feeling, Jun-hwi pulled out the tie.
Someone mistakenly gave me a penthouse all decked out for an event! From the entrance, flower petals were scattered everywhere. Balloons were adorned with gold and silver foil, and candles lined the path. What else was there? Anyway, it was chaos.
“······.”
The person who prepared the event must be so upset! They went through all the trouble of decorating, and then they gave the room to the wrong person. I strongly complained to the concierge that it seemed like the room had been changed. So, I was planning to go down to the restaurant while waiting.
It’s over. The ambitious proposal event, contemplated for several days, has failed.
Perhaps doing something I hadn’t done before increased the chances of failure. It was so absurd that a hollow laugh escaped me.
“I did that.”
Jun-hwi finally opened his mouth, trying to calm the storm inside.
······Yes?
“I requested it. While making the room reservation, I paid extra for the decoration.”
Beyond a momentary silence, it seemed like Yeon-woo’s bewildered rabbit eyes could be seen.
Wh-Why would you, Attorney······ Why?
“Why not?”
But, I didn’t know about this at all! ······So, it’s really beautiful, romantic, and exquisite. Everything is perfect, but, we both usually keep a distance from this kind of thing.
Suddenly, Jun-hwi’s car reached the main entrance of JS Hotel. A valet parking attendant rushed over and opened the car door.
Why did you suddenly do this······?
“I told you to like it, didn’t I?”
······.
“I told you to like it.”
It was a proposal that had already gone awry. Jun-hwi rubbed his forehead and entered the lobby.
“Now that we’ve arrived, let’s talk.”
Whether the apology comes first or the embarrassment comes first. Yeon-woo sat awkwardly on the lobby sofa, fidgeting with the tips of his nails.
“Suddenly, what’s with the event? It doesn’t suit you······.”
In fact, there was a fleeting thought for about 0.01 seconds: ‘Could it be because of my birthday?’ However, that ‘could it be’ was the end.
Rose petals scattered on the heart-shaped balloons and bed.
A man like a wooden log who detested anything flashy and cheesy had prepared this? While listening to the faintly playing music, which was likely to be on the list of ‘Top 10 Pop Songs Koreans Sing When Confessing,’ he became certain.
The hotel made a mistake. This isn’t our room.
······He never imagined he would have prepared it!
Even if Yeon-woo tried to come up with an excuse for feeling unfairly treated, his face just burned.
To prepare an event that didn’t suit his indifferent personality and taste, and to take time out of his busy schedule to arrange it, must have been quite stressful.
He felt nothing but sorry for Jun-hwi.
Everything he had thoughtfully prepared had now been ruined by Yeon-woo.
‘No wonder he suddenly asked about my favorite color.’
He prepared all of this for me. I recalled the white and yellow balloons that filled the living room. Now I realize why black and navy were not allowed.
It was when I was just hanging my head in silence. Yeon-woo’s phone, held in his hand, buzzed with a short vibration. It was a message from Jun-hwi.
[See you in the lobby]Phew. Yeon-woo let out a sigh as he slowly got up from his seat.
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