NOBODY KNOWS *jeon wonwoo ff*

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The gentle hum of conversations and the soft clinking of porcelain cups created a symphony of comfort in the elegant café where Choyeon sat, engrossed in her work. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the subtle aroma of pastries, creating an ambiance of serene productivity. Suddenly, a sharp pain knifed through her stomach, and a wave of dizziness washed over her, causing her to nearly drop her steaming cup.

Her vision blurred slightly as she tried to steady herself, her fingers tightening around the edge of the table. Suho, seated a few tables away, noticed the sudden change in her demeanor. His eyes, usually calm and composed, filled with concern as he approached her.

"Choyeon, are you alright? You look pale," Suho's voice was a blend of worry and urgency as he reached her side.

"I'm fine, really," Choyeon replied, forcing a smile. Her voice was steady, but the slight tremor in her hands betrayed her discomfort. She turned back to her laptop, willing herself to focus on the screen.

Suho was not convinced. He crouched down beside her, his gaze unwavering. "You need to rest, Choyeon. It's obvious you're not feeling well. Let me help you."

Choyeon's patience thinned, the pain and dizziness making her irritable. "I said I'm okay, Suho. Please, just let me be." Her tone was sharper than she intended, but she couldn't afford to show weakness, not now.

Suho hesitated, his brows furrowing in worry. He wanted to insist, to tell her that it was alright to take a break, but he could see the resolve in her eyes. With a sigh, he nodded, backing away slowly.

"Alright, but if you need anything, I'm right here," he said softly, retreating to his table, though his gaze never left her.

Choyeon exhaled, relieved that Suho had finally stepped back. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to gather her strength. She couldn't afford to be weak now, not with so much at stake.

After Suho reluctantly returned to his own table, Choyeon took a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the persistent ache in her stomach. She glanced at her watch, realizing with dismay that she still had a mountain of tasks to complete before the day's end. Despite the discomfort gnawing at her, she couldn't afford to falter now—not when Daeggu's expectations were as high and unforgiving as ever.

Meanwhile, across town in another sleek office building, Daeggu sat in his meticulously organized office, his brow furrowed in concentration as he reviewed yet another set of financial reports. His phone buzzed, signaling an incoming call from Wonwoo, his longtime friend and business partner.

"Daeggu, how are things on your end?" Wonwoo's voice, always warm and reassuring, cut through the air.

Daeggu sighed, his tone curt. "Busy as always, Wonwoo. These reports are a mess, and the team seems to be slipping lately."

"I understand. Listen, I wanted to discuss the upcoming collaboration. How's Choyeon handling everything?" Wonwoo inquired, concern lacing his words.

Daeggu's expression softened imperceptibly. "She's... managing," he admitted reluctantly. "But I worry she's pushing herself too hard."

Wonwoo chuckled softly. "You've always been the overprotective boss, haven't you? Let her know she has support, Daeggu. Sometimes, it's all someone needs."

Daeggu grunted in response, the weight of his responsibilities heavy on his shoulders. "I'll consider it. Now, about the collaboration—"

Before he could finish, a knock interrupted their conversation. Choyeon stood in the doorway, her usually serene demeanor strained with discomfort.