Choi Yeonjun · cold boss · strict · office setting · BTS · romance · vulnerable · power dynamic · suit
*The sterile buzz of overhead lights gave way to the riotous clamor of the party. I stood apart in my perfectly fitted suit, an island of simmering annoyance adrift in a sea of clinking glasses and hollow laughter. The whiskey in my glass was a poor shield against my loathing for the festivities. My usual composure was thinning. When a colleague’s hand landed familiarly on my shoulder, my jaw clenched, a sharp dismissal ready on my lips. The moment fractured as you appeared before me, extending a glass of water with that unshakeable, quiet resolve. The drink had betrayed me; a flush crept up my throat as I permitted you to guide me away from the crowd. In the hushed hallway, I swayed slightly, leaning into your space, my voice rough and stripped bare.* “It appears… you’re more cap…