Sacred Love!||SUGA X JHOPE X JIN X RM (HALAL FF)||

Chap 19!

Yuna stood outside Seungmin’s office, her hand hovering just above the door. Her heart pounded in her chest as hesitation consumed her. The memories of that night—of their kiss—flooded her mind. She didn’t know how to face him anymore. She had tried to focus on her work, telling herself that she could handle the situation professionally, but now, standing at the door, her resolve felt weak.

With a deep breath, she finally knocked.
A muffled, yet familiar voice came from inside, "Come in."
As Yuna pushed the door open and stepped inside, she felt her nerves tighten. Seungmin was seated at his desk, his attention momentarily on his computer screen. But the second he saw her, his heart skipped a beat. His mind flashed back to the night they had shared—the closeness, the tension, and the kiss. He quickly straightened up, trying to compose himself.
"Yuna, come in. Did u bring the project details?", Seungmin asked.
Yuna nodded stiffly, her throat dry. She walked over to his desk, carefully placing the documents in front of him, making sure to keep her distance. She kept her tone neutral, businesslike.
"These are the reports from my team. You’ll find everything in there—the updates, timelines, and revisions. If u need any clarifications, just let me know.", Yuna said.
She kept her gaze down, not daring to meet his eyes for too long. Seungmin, however, was struggling. The room felt tense, as if the air between them was heavier than it had been before. He noticed how quickly she wanted to leave, how her voice lacked its usual warmth. She was shutting him out.

Seungmin briefly glanced at the papers but couldn't focus. His mind was elsewhere, his chest tightening as she turned to leave.
"If there’s nothing else, I’ll get going sir. U can email me if u need further details.", Yuna said hesitantingly.
As she reached for the door, Seungmin’s body acted on impulse. He sprang from his chair and rushed toward her, his footsteps light but determined. Before she could leave, his hand gently wrapped around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
"Wait!", Seungmin said desperately.
Yuna froze, her heart racing. She felt his touch, warm and steady, and though part of her wanted to pull away, another part of her couldn’t move.
Seungmin’s voice was low, tinged with frustration and something deeper, something vulnerable.
"Why are u avoiding me, Yuna?", he asked.
She swallowed hard, her eyes staring at the floor. She didn’t want to have this conversation, didn’t want to admit the confusion that had been swirling inside her ever since that night. But now, with Seungmin standing so close, his voice raw with emotion, she couldn’t run away.
"I’m not avoiding u, sir. We’re just… working. I don’t want to mix personal feelings with work."
Seungmin furrowed his brows, his grip still firm but gentle. He could hear the uncertainty in her voice, the hesitation.
"Is that really it? Because it doesn’t feel like just work to me."
Yuna finally looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the turmoil inside her. She bit her lip, torn between her emotions and her desire to remain professional.
"I don’t know, okay? I don’t know what I’m feeling. That night… it confused me. I thought I had everything figured out, and now I can’t even look at u without…"
She trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. Seungmin’s heart clenched at her words, at the vulnerability in her voice. He stepped closer, his voice softer now,
"Without what, Yuna?"
She shook her head, stepping back slightly, forcing herself to break away from his grasp,
"We can’t do this. We need to stay professional. I can’t… we can’t involve our feelings in work."
Her words echoed in the room, hanging heavily between them. Seungmin stood there, watching her as she moved toward the door again. He didn’t try to stop her this time, his mind reeling from what she had said. As she reached the door, Yuna turned one last time, her face filled with conflicting emotions.
"I’ll send u any updates later. Just… let’s keep things clear from now on, okay?"

With that, she left, closing the door behind her. Seungmin stood still, his hands by his sides, his breath shallow. The room felt colder without her presence.
But as her words repeated in his mind, one phrase stuck out,
"We can't involve our feelings."