HISTORY

distraction

"wons, you going home this early?"

hoshi jogged up to wonwoo who kept checking his watch in the hallway.

"yep. i have something important to do."

"that's strange."

hoshi quirked his eyebrows. his friend never leaves the office on the dot, especially with the workaholic genes running unto him.

"wait, you didn't even tell us what happened in the concert? or should i say 'date' with miss pretty teacher?"

hoshi grinned, eagerly waiting for him to respond. wonwoo's jaw dropped upon hearing him.

"w-what? how did you-"

"we have our resources, daddy."

seokmin answered, wiggling his eyebrows while approaching them.

"so when will you formally introduce us to your 'girlfriend'?"

"she's not my girlfriend." wonwoo glared.

"she's not your girlfriend yet. but honestly wons, we're happy that you're trying to chase your happiness this time."

"yup daddy. and daehan needs a playmate soon. you can't be wasting this opportuni- OW! what was that for?!"

seokmin rubbed his head in agony after wonwoo whacked him with a rolled magazine.

"lee seokmin, i'll impose a cut on your salary this month. expect that."

seokmin's eyes widened and got on his knees quickly.

"jeons. i'm just kidding. i'm zipping my mouth for the entire day, no, for the entire month if you want. just please not my precious salary~"

hoshi couldn't contain his laughter as wonwoo ignored the pleading seokmin and just went straight to his office.

•••

with the bunch of text and missed calls, myung managed to ignore seungyoun that night. she still doesn't know what to say to her bestfriend. she needs space and more time. she even took a day off from school. but not in her taekwondo class. she felt this sport can somehow help her heal from the pain caused by youn and clear her clouded mind from wonwoo's dangerous proposal. after wearing her taekwondo uniform from her locker, she made her way to see her students.

"oh noona! you're here!"

"noona! fighting!"

"we'll enjoy the food!"

"thank you!"

"enjoy!"

myung was surprised at the students making their way out of the taekwondo room excitedly.

"eh? w-wait. our class is just suppose to start, right?! what is happening?"

"junhui? care to explain?"

myung walked closer to a guy who's also in his taekwondo uniform. moon junhui is myung's co-instructor.

"boss said someone booked an exclusive taekwondo class with us and gave our students a free dinner tonight." jun smiled widely.