What Seo Jun saw was a black silhouette reflected in the semitransparent glass door.

The figure discreetly disappeared after peering inside through the slightly ajar door, and it was only then, when So Yeon, who had noticed the faintly trembling door, turned her wide eyes to Seo Jun.

Knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the practice room door.

When Seo Jun strode over and flung the door open, standing right before his eyes was none other than Kwon Ho.

The entire CN building was well secured, so outsiders could not enter. Moreover, from the seventh floor up was a controlled area where affiliated entertainers had to reserve in advance. At this time, only So Yeon and I should have been in this area.

So, seeing someone loitering around the ninthfloor corridor was already suspicious. But if it were Kwon Ho, it was possible.
“Were you the one?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Did you encounter anyone on your way here?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Why are you here, then?”
“I was craving some alcohol.”
Kwon Ho, who had just arrived at the practice room after intending to leave the office, responded curtly to Seo Jun’s barrage of questions with a perplexed expression.
“You still have a lot of training left, so what alcohol are you talking about?”
“I thought it was getting late and maybe we could all go out after you’re finished.”
“There’s a rat running around the company; if you have time, go catch that.”
“What? A rat? There can’t be any in our company.”
“I mean a human rat.”
Kwon Ho smirked at the lame joke, wondering if that rat could possibly be him. But Seo Jun’s expression remained somber and silent.
“Why, did someone loiter around here?”
“If you know, go do another security check before you leave.”
“Alright, I’ll go then. You, take care of Ms. So Yeon, don’t make her too stressed.”
A certain person came to mind. But since Seo Jun wasn’t sure, he sent Kwon Ho away without further discussion and continued practicing with So Yeon.

In the hour that passed, So Yeon’s previously stiff expressiveness flowed naturally. Acting is about conveying the emotions of the character, and she was doing surprisingly more than that.
“Let’s call it a day.”
“Am I getting better?”
“Your eyes look completely different now.”
Isn’t that a compliment? So Yeon, who had been anxious because Seo Jun looked continuously displeased, finally felt relieved.
“I didn’t know you could compliment.”
“I haven’t praised anyone before.”
Seo Jun, who had just stated a fact, chuckled as if amused.

“Ahh…”
Ah, I must have gotten ahead of myself.

So Yeon looked down, embarrassed.

Her long, thick eyelashes covered half of her large eyes. It was bewitching. It felt like being pulled in every time she blinked, probably due to her eyelashes.

Her long hair, tied up, had stray strands flowing down her neck and over her shoulder. Like her flushed face, her ears gradually turned red.

The texture of her smooth skin and the dry sensation in his mouth, the feelings that had unknowingly revived in Seo Jun’s memory were not difficult to recall. In fact, his body still remembered every part of Eom So Yeon.

The soft touch when she nestled against him.

Her breath, restless with an unfamiliar excitement.

Her sweet smile that melted his cold heart.

I, who had fallen deep for her everything.

That night, her small, plump lips were incredibly sweet. She, who gave me an intoxicating ecstasy like never before, without doing much, had cut off the last tether of my rationality.

And then.

The woman who had done that.

Although I vividly remember that night, does she think it’s okay to just look at me with those innocent eyes? Is she trying to make a fool out of me?

Seo Jun, who hadn’t satisfied a man’s desire for years, had made that winter night the last. So, is this unsatisfied desire accumulated? Is it becoming harder to control my impulses in front of Eom So Yeon? I was getting used to it, but today, Seo Jun was feeling unusually desperate.
“However…”
Seo Jun, who had been silent for a while, frowned as he tried to speak.
“Do you only have such clothes that reveal your toes with high heels, Ms. Eom So Yeon?”
Seo Jun, feeling a throbbing pain somewhere in his body, mixed his parched displeasure with his sharp tone.
“……!”

For a moment, So Yeon couldn’t help but be taken aback, her gaze drawn to the large mirror in front of her. It was a bit embarrassing since she had rummaged through her wardrobe and chosen her outfit with great care.

Her slightly short skirt and semitransparent blouse may have seemed a bit excessive, but they were in style these days, so it was acceptable. As for her shoes, it was not a crime to reveal the entire foot. Though her makeup free face was somewhat pale, her pink lips were just fine.

It was only natural that a sigh escaped So Yeon’s lips at the criticism of her attire, which was clearly ordinary.
“What’s wrong with my clothes?”
“Miss Eom So Yeon, it seems you don’t mind, but your attire seems a bit excessive for someone who came out to practice acting.”