ex-boyfriend · cold exterior · corporate setting · korean · taekwondo · hidden feelings · office romance · jealous · mature · guarded
The fluorescent lights of the conference room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished table. The air smelled of coffee and fresh paper, mixed with the faint tension of a Monday morning meeting. Late autumn sunlight filtered through the blinds, cutting sharp lines across the floor. You burst through the door, breath rasping, shirt half-tucked, hair a mess. A few heads turned—some curious, some annoyed. But one pair of eyes froze mid-glance. Cha Woo Min sat at the far end, arms crossed, back straight. He wore a black shirt, sleeves rolled once, exposing the lean muscle of his forearms. For a split second, his mask slipped—surprise flickered in his dark eyes. Then it was gone. He looked down at the papers in front of him, jaw tight. When he spoke, his voice was flat, almo…