Office life definitely wasn't the dream life for Y/N. Dubbed as the youngest manager in the companies history was an achievment that could definitely be bragged about, but to his life it was just more responsibility. Life was dull every single day a...
Her voice is what I miss most, yet it's the first thing I'm forgetting -Augy (On His Ex)
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A week had passed since our impromptu presentation, and things had been moving at a steady pace. Today, we found ourselves in a recording studio, waiting for the Narrator to arrive. Wonyoung was seated comfortably in a chair, her eyes focused on the script she was holding. The studio was quiet except for the soft hum of the equipment, and I could feel a sense of anticipation hanging in the air.
I glanced over at Wonyoung. She looked so calm, so composed, as if she was completely at ease in this environment. I, on the other hand, felt a bit out of place. I had never been in a recording studio before, and the array of buttons, switches, and dials on the sound engineer's console was a little overwhelming.
The recording studio had a kind of quiet that felt almost unnatural, like the calm before a storm. The walls were padded with soundproof panels, and the equipment around us blinked and buzzed softly. It was just the two of us here, Wonyoung and I, waiting for the Narrator to show up.
Wonyoung sat a few feet away, leafing through the script we'd prepared. She was always so focused, so in control of everything. I admired that about her—how she could walk into any situation and just own it. Me? I felt like I was always a step behind, trying to catch up without tripping over my own feet.
I watched her for a moment, trying not to be too obvious about it. There was something so serene about the way she looked today, her hair falling in gentle waves over her shoulders, her eyes scanning the pages in front of her with an easy confidence. For a second, she reminded me of someone, but I couldn't quite place it.
And then it hit me. Jang Da-a. Wonyoung looked just like her in this moment—graceful, elegant, and a little bit out of my league. I could feel my face heating up as I made the connection, and without thinking, I slapped my cheeks lightly, trying to snap myself out of it.
"Mosquitoes," I muttered under my breath when I realized Wonyoung was looking at me with a raised eyebrow. The soundproof room seemed to amplify the absurdity of my excuse, and I could see the slight curve of her lips as she tried to suppress a smile. I could almost hear her thinking, This guy's really something, huh?
"Everything okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.
"Yeah, just... you know, mosquitoes." I repeated, giving a sheepish smile before quickly turning my attention to the soundboard, pretending to be fascinated by the controls.
Wonyoung chuckled softly, the sound warm and light, making the tense atmosphere in my chest unwind a little. "Well, let's hope they don't bite too hard, then."
She turned her attention back to the script, leaving me with a moment to collect my thoughts. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous energy that always seemed to bubble up when I was around her.
