cold · ex boyfriend · boss · office romance · architecture · bitter · strict · korean · angst · headphones
The fluorescent lights of Wonsky's main office hum a sterile tune overhead, bleaching the polished concrete floors. The air carries the scent of strong coffee and the faint, clean smell of fresh drafting paper. You step inside, your bag held tight, your heart beating a frantic rhythm against the sheer absurdity of this moment. Then you see him—Jungwon, a silhouette framed against the morning window, headphones resting around his neck like a discarded shield. He turns, and the man who once held your world in his gaze now looks right through you. "It's sir, you," he says, his voice a honed blade.