Before reading this episode I kindly request you to watch the previous episode first, so that you can understand where we were....
Episode -27
As she enters the lift, I run, shouting, "Stop, stop!" She presses the button to hold the doors open, looking at me with surprise for a moment before quickly averting her gaze and securing herself in a corner of the lift. A subtle tension fills the air as we stand, maintaining a noticeable distance from each other. I want to talk to her but struggle to find the right words.
"I..." I begin, but suddenly the lift doors open and two girls enter, chatting animatedly. They are so engrossed in their conversation that they don't notice me. I glance towards Y/n, who quickly looks away. I know she was hoping I would hide my face since I'm in public. I pull down my cap and lower my head.
"Did you see him?" one girl asks the other.
"Who, Jimin?" the first one nods. I glance at Y/n again, who looks down as she listens to their conversation.
"Yes, I saw him when he was entering the office. You know what? He's even more dashing in person. His muscular body, his broad shoulders, everything about him is so big," she says, and both laugh in excitement. My eyes are fixed on Y/n. I know she's listening intently.
"Yeah, really. He's so fit. I feel so jealous of whoever was the first lucky woman to beneath him," the other girl adds. I press my lips together as I watch Y/n's eyes widen at their words. She gulps and slowly looks at me. I'm already looking at her, and she quickly averts her gaze. I can clearly see she is nervous.
As they are about to say more, Y/n interrupts them, scolding, "This is not the place for your delulu solulu talks." They flinch without looking back, perhaps recognizing their senior's voice. "At least you can see where you stand and with whom. It's not appropriate to talk about him like that," she adds sternly.
They apologize and quickly exit the lift, leaving us alone. The silence between us is thick with unspoken words. I take a deep breath and decide to seize the moment.
"Y/n, we need to talk," I say firmly, yet gently. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions—anger, sadness, confusion.
"There's nothing to talk about, Mr. Park," she replies, her voice formal and distant.
"I disagree," I counter. Suddenly, the lift starts shaking violently. We stumble from our places as the lights flicker and the camera falls, shattering on impact. She is about to hit the wall of the lift when I quickly grab her hand and pull her toward me, securing her under my arms. I position myself in front of her, placing both hands on the lift's support handle.
She raises her head and looks at me, and for the first time in the past four years, our eyes meet. The moment my gaze lands on her deep, doe-like eyes, I lose myself. Memories of her soft voice echo in my mind, recalling the times when things were simpler between us. I'm not sure if I'm mistaken or not, but I can see a deep longing in her eyes, the same emotion, the same love. Suddenly, she lowers her gaze, avoiding eye contact.
"Thank you for saving me," she says softly, and as she tries to shift away, I tighten my grip on the support handle.
"Stay like this. If you move, we both could get injured," I instruct her. The lift shakes more violently, feeling like it's falling. I can sense her fear.
