Holy Sin | | JJK

03

I was back at home from work. Lying on my bed I endlessly stared at the ceiling.

A tear brimmed in my eyes but I quickly snapped back. I stood up straight rushing towards the mirror.

I cupped my cheeks looking at my reflection.

"He's no one for you. Got it. Don't get flustered. Don't get nervous. He is no one." I said to myself and then I felt a little cheerful.

Just a little.

And with just that I slept in my bed without eating because I wasn't in a mood to cook and I didn't have energy to get him in my mind again.

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Today, when I entered the office building I wasn't confident enough. I wasn't cheerful and just looking at my face anyone could say that my mood wasn't good.

But then, I got a grip on myself.

I took a deep breathe and smiled.

Pushing the glass door I didn't get an usual greeting instead my two best friends stood there blinking their eyes at me giving me a weird look.

"What?" I asked frowning in confusion.

Hee Jun took a step forward.

"You didn't mess up yesterday, did you?" I tilted my head. "I don't think so. Why?" Jen came forward crossing her arms.

"Mr. Jeon called for you." And the ground from under my feet slipped.

Now I wished, I could have been devoured by my mother earth.

"Me?" I said pointing my index finger at myself.

"You're the only y/n we have in our department. In fact in the entire company." Jen spoke.

I gulped down the hard lump in my throat.

Why did he call me?

I didn't even get enough time to think when I was pulled into a warm embrace.

Hee Jun patted my back in a comforting manner.

"It's going to be alright. Don't be nervous." He said in my ears. I closed my eyes relaxing myself in his arms.

As soon as he pulled away Jen hugged me.

"You're really the best. I believe in you." She said and I couldn't be more grateful.

We only find friends like mine in a book.

How do I got so lucky to have them?

"Thank you." I said before I exited my office and stood inside the elevator.

I stopped myself from thinking because I might really die because of getting my brain over worked.

Within minutes I was standing in front of the huge door.

I didn't care what happened yesterday or years ago.

He was the boss. I needed to keep both my cool and professionalism.

If he moved on. I moved on too.

But why was it so hard to face him?

I didn't do anything wrong. I wasn't at fault.

Still, I thought a thousand times whether I should knock or just run away and never come back.

I stood there like a statue.

At last I realized I couldn't lose the job for which I worked so hard.

As I lifted my hand to knock, the door opened.