“Sister, do you want to wait in the car?”
“No, I’ll go up with you.”
Se Kyung picked up her umbrella and entered the building. While the manager was retrieving her belongings from the office, Se Kyung was looking around the quiet corridor.
“Wouldn’t it look strange to suddenly go say hello?”
Se Kyung glanced toward the president’s office, then moved her steps to the pantry blocked by a transparent glass.
What should I drink?
Se Kyung was hovering in front of the refrigerator where the beverages were displayed, contemplating her choice.
Click.
At the sound of a door opening, Se Kyung turned her head. Then, seeing the person approaching her, she widened her eyes.
“What brings you to the office?”
“Uh… I heard the manager left something here.”
Tae Jo, who walked over with long strides, stood next to Se Kyung.
He glanced inside the refrigerator, took out a bottle of beverage, and handed it to Se Kyung.
“……”
Um, she accepted it for now……
Se Kyung couldn’t understand why he was giving this to her.
Why did he pick this one out of all the beverages?
“I don’t drink alcohol, you know?”
Se Kyung wrapped her hands around the herbal tea and tilted her head slightly.
The complexion of Tae Jo, who was stroking his temples, was unusual.
He pretended to read the documents, but he wasn’t really reading. His gaze, skimming over the paper, seemed absorbed in thought, rooted to the floor.
What’s with this guy again?
Woo Hyun, who came to the meeting, grimaced. Work had not progressed properly because of Tae Jo, who had been a bit off since last week.
Not only was he lost in his thoughts during the meeting, but instances of him zoning out with a blank expression were frequent.
“Do you have a problem?”
What kind of meeting is this in this state?
Woo Hyun thumped a thick stack of papers on the table.
“Or do you have a headache? Want me to get some medicine?”
“No, that’s not it.”
Tae Jo, who was tapping his thigh with his fingers, looked at Woo Hyun. Expecting some serious concern to be laid bare, Woo Hyun perked up his ears with tension.
“I’ve been wondering if I’m sexually frustrated lately.”
What is this nutcase saying?
As if he had heard all kinds of absurd things, Woo Hyun scrunched his eyes.
“Ah, so you’re sexually frustrated.”
Woo Hyun pressed his tense forehead hard. Yeah, it was possible. It had been over 9 years since that guy had a woman.
“It’s possible. You haven’t been with a woman in a while, right? So, are you feeling uneasy? I’m afraid I might call you a monk if you stay solo for another year.”
“……”
This is where some swear words should spurt out. Even to the taunting words, Tae Jo didn’t react.
“…Is it serious? Should I really set you up with a woman?”
“No need. Who said I wanted to meet a woman?”
Granted, there would be plenty of women approaching him even if he just stood still. There was no need for introductions.
“Then what is it?”
“I have it. That kind of thing. Let’s take a break. I’ll cool my head and come back.”
Tae Jo, who threw the papers, left the office. Walking down the corridor, he nodded at the employees who greeted him.
Lately, he had been having the same dream every other day.
The dream, which at first he couldn’t remember, was now so vivid that he could recall it even when awake.
The dream was similar to the one he had in a hotel when he was drunk.
Two entwined legs and overlapping bodies. When the slender arms embraced his neck, he tore at the woman’s body like a beast, biting into her soft skin.
As a result, he had to calm his excited body with a cold shower when he woke up in the morning.
“And all the while, I can’t even see the woman’s face.”
Tae Jo, who pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, chuckled.
What was frustrating was that he couldn’t see the face of the woman who made him so aroused.
Adding to that, these days, whether it was because of the dream, pieces of certain scenes floated up when he closed his eyes in broad daylight.
The reddened skin that I sucked on, the slightly parted lips. The small tongue inside them, things like that.
“…I’m going crazy, really.”
I have to stop thinking. What’s the matter, the scene that flashed for a moment gathers heat down there and whatnot.
“I’m not even a teenager going through puberty.”
Jin Tae Jo, chuckling to himself, turned his body to head towards the rooftop. At that moment, his inadvertent glance fell upon Se Kyung.
“What’s going on here?”
Did Director Song call?
Seeing Se Kyung, who was in front of the fridge deciding what to eat, Tae Jo changed his course. As he opened the door to the pantry and stepped in, her wide eyes upon seeing him became even rounder.
“What’s the situation in the office?”
Asking this, Tae Jo walked towards the fridge. He then pulled out a citrus tea from inside and handed it to Se Kyung.
“……”
Se Kyung, clutching the plastic bottle with both hands, looked up at him with surprised eyes.
“I don’t drink alcohol, you know?”
Who said this was because you drank alcohol?
Tae Jo, furrowing his brow, leaned against the fridge.
“Isn’t this what you like?”
“Me?”
Se Kyung blinked her eyes. The way she looked at me with her confused eyes, it seemed as if she was asking if anyone would really enjoy this enough to eat it separately.
“No? Then why did you give this to me last time? I thought you were having it on your own since you took it out of your bag.”
“Oh, that……”
When Se Kyung didn’t answer, Tae Jo narrowed his eyes.
What, didn’t she carry it around to eat herself?
“Or did you buy it to give it to me? Did you know I was there?”
“No. It wasn’t for you, Director… I thought there would be a drinking party that evening, so I bought it in advance.”
“Is that so? I thought it was something you liked, so I ordered more.”
Then there’s no need to force yourself to eat something you don’t like.
As Tae Jo took back the drink he had given to Se Kyung, she wore a disappointed expression.
“Just give it to me. I’ll eat it.”
“You don’t even like it.”
“Still…… It was fine when I tried it last time.”
As he was about to put it back in the fridge, Se Kyung snatched the drink from Tae Jo’s hand.
As she bowed her head to put the drink in her bag, the wound that had been covered by a bandage last time came into view.
I think she said it was slightly scraped back then……
Although it had faded over time, the mark peeking over the top of her clothes looked more like a bite than a scrape.
Tae Jo bent his head slightly to get a closer look at the wound.
When Se Kyung was startled by their close proximity and turned her head sharply, a familiar scent rushed into his nostrils.
Ah, this……
Tae Jo wrinkled his brow for a moment.
His gaze followed her open lips and settled on her brown eyes.
As he locked eyes with Se Kyung, he slowly opened his mouth.
“Se Kyung, did you spray perfume?”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
