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book one ❧ [ix]

It was a couple weeks later, and you were all better. Just in time for winter, too. You let out a huff as you heaved your groceries up the porch steps, your breath coming out as a puff in the cold air. Unlocking the front door, you grinned when it was immediately opened for you, Jisung on the other side. He closed it behind you, taking your hat off you and brushing stray snowflakes from your hair, his brow furrowed in concentration. You mouthed a 'thank you' to him, well aware of the sounds of your mother and her new evening aide, Hyesoo, in the kitchen already. He just smiled and murmured "You're welcome" back.

"Oh, Y/N, back already, dear?" Hyesoo greeted you brightly as you walked into the kitchen. The two of them were playing cards at the kitchen table. Hyesoo was an older woman, closer to your mom and Hyukjun in age, but insisted on you calling her by her first name nevertheless.

"Yep, just had one stop to make today!" You informed them, putting your bags onto the kitchen counters. "I think the snow kept everyone away, too."

"It was snowing?" Your mom questioned, the disapproval clear in her tone. "You didn't walk all the way there, did you?"

"I wore all my layers, Mom, promise," you chuckled, beginning to unpack the groceries. "And my snow boots!"

"I'll put those away," Hyesoo insisted, setting her cards down and standing up. "You go warm up, we've got a fire going in the living room."

"Well, I do have some work to get done before dinner..." You said sheepishly. "Thanks, Hyesoo!"

You took the stairs two at a time up to your room to get your laptop, then ran back down to sit in front of the fire with it. Opening up your email first, you were unsurprised when a familiar figure sat down beside you, holding his hands out towards the flames. You hummed to yourself as you answered a couple emails, marking some under your to-do list to deal with later, getting the easier ones out of the way first.

"Ugh, not him again," Jisung complained from next to you, having been reading them over your shoulder. "Decline!"

You elbowed him with an eyeroll, whispering under your breath, "He's my boss, I can't decline a meeting with him."

"He's not technically your boss."

"Okay, supervisor. Still, I can't decline a meeting with him."

"They're never about anything important."

"Yeah, that's every meeting ever."

"He's just doing it to talk to you. It's an abuse of power."

"We're working on a project together and he's actually in the office and I'm not. He gives me updates. It's helpful."

Jisung made a 'hrrmph' sound, pulling his knees to his chest as he opted to stare into the fire instead. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, mild amusement on your features.

"What? Are you jealous or something?" You teased. "He's like, married with three kids. Have I not mentioned that? He just doesn't know how to use computers so he makes everything a video call meeting."

"Oh."

"Jealous, jealous..." You said in a sing-song voice. "I already spend almost 24/7 with you, what more could you want?"

You had meant it to be rhetorical, but you swore Jisung's mouth opened, about to answer, when Hyesoo walked in.

"Hey, I'm going to start on dinner, unless you had something planned?" She pointed to the kitchen over her shoulder.