𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 : ̗̀➛ 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘰𝘯

𝘍𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯: 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘳!?

𝐇𝐄 quickly covered his lips with his hand, hoping Cheonsa wouldn't notice the hint of joy that threatened to give him away.

Cheonsa's mind was in a whirl as she, again, saw the adorable dimples forming on his cheeks.

She couldn't help but adore those little hollows.

Cheonsa knew she needed to keep her calm, but her heart was racing as she imagined what it would be like to make him smile like that all the time.

Jungwon sighed and regained his stern look, trying to connect his gaze back to hers.

"Are there any other relevant questions you want to ask, Miss Cheonsa?" He asked.

Cheonsa took a deep breath and gathered her courage.

"Oh yes! Actually, I've been dying to ask this from the start, but..."

She hesitated, biting her tongue, longing for the desired response as the words lingered on her lips.

"Are you single, sir?"

Jungwon's eyes darted away, squinting at her playful flirts.

"Yes... I am single, miss, but this isn't relevant to the ticket,"

He said, trying to maintain a straight face.

A beam of pure bliss lit up Cheonsa's face upon hearing the utterly gratifying words spill from his mouth; there, she flirtatiously replied,

"I know, but you're more relevant sir, I suppose."

Jungwon's teeth sank into his quivering lower lip as he averted his gaze, struggling to maintain his professionalism in the face of her tempting statements.

"Miss Cheonsa..."

With a wry smile, Jungwon avenged her flirtatious remarks.

"You know, as much as i can remember..."

"You weren't like this back in high school,"

Cheonsa's heart skipped a beat as she heard his words, and a knot formed in her stomach.

It was as if her darkest secret had been laid bare.

He knew her past, knew of the girl who couldn't even make eye contact, who preferred the safety of her own solitude.

Jungwon's gaze held Cheonsa captive, unyielding, as he leaned in closer to her window frame, his strong hands resting effortlessly on the sides.

The tension between them crackled in the air, and the faint scent of his cologne made her heart skip a beat.

She couldn't tear her eyes away as he leaned in, inch by inch until she could feel his warm breath on her left ear.

There, he whispers.

"And I'm glad, that after many long years,

you've finally reached out to me."