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Taeyeon Pov:
She was in the office, meticulously lining up the scripts for the manhwa's first chapter, preparing herself for the upcoming meeting with Jimin. The quiet focus in the room was broken by a knock on the door. "Come in," she called out softly, her voice barely carrying through the door.
As the door creaked open, Taeyeon's eyes instinctively dropped to the familiar shoes stepping inside. Her gaze traveled upward, recognizing the figure immediately. Her grip on the stack of papers loosened, and they fluttered to the ground in a scattered mess. She clicked her tongue in mild frustration. "Tch."
"Wait, let me help you," Jimin said, already bending down to assist her.
"No, it's okay, I'll—" Her words caught in her throat as Jimin reached for her hand, intending to pull her up. But the sudden movement caused her to lose her balance, and before she knew it, she was tumbling forward—right into him.
Time seemed to slow down as she collided with his chest, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt to steady herself. For a moment, they were both frozen in place, eyes locked, the close proximity sending a jolt through her already frazzled nerves.
Jimin's lips curled into a small, teasing smile as he looked down at her. "Hm, after a long time, we're like this," he said, his voice carrying a playful warmth.
