In Dreams | Jayhoon

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Wonyoung sat by the table, scrolling through the iPad, ignoring the boy in front of her. A while ago, when Jay had entered the room, he was caught off-guard seeing Wonyoung sitting on Sunghoon's desk, seemingly staring at something.

"Miss Jang? What are you doing here?" Jay asked out of surprise, and immediately regretted it. He cursed himself mentally and cleared his throat, entering the room and closing the door behind.

Wonyoung seemed to have noticed, so she smiled at him. "I'm his fiancé after all, I can visit him whenever I like." She said as a matter of fact.

Right, his fiancé. "Ah, right. Sorry about that," Jay muttered, walking to his office desk. And a few minutes passed by, it was awkward, but Jay was used to it, never really making conversations with others. It felt better sitting and drowning in silence, then making awkward remarks that felt out of place.

"You're Sunghoon's secretary, right?" Wonyoung spoke up, folding her arms above her chest. Jay looked up and nodded. "Yes." Wonyoung hummed, darting her eyes back down to the iPad. "Park Jongseong?" She asked, looking up again.

"Ah, yes."

"You're quite awkward on the contrary. I thought you'd introduce yourself properly or something when you walked in." Jay felt like sinking into a hole in the ground. Of course, he was supposed to introduce himself—like every other rational person. She's Mr. Jang's daughter, and is very respected among the elites.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking properly." He stood up, immediately bowing. To his surprise, Wonyoung just laughed. Jay looked up, perplexed. Even her laugh sounded pretty, and Jay had to admit, it was pretty unfair.

"Ah, I see why Sunghoon chose you," she muttered, her laugh quieting down. "You're cute."

Jay felt heat rushing to his cheeks. Being complimented had always made Jay blush—for some reason, he would get really flustered. He hated that. "I'm sorry?" His words slipped out before he could even register what he blurted.

Wonyoung fixed her gaze on him, clearing her throat. "Nothing. Just prepare the things details for my father. He'll be here soon with Mr. Park."

Jay adjusted his frames, ignoring whatever the fuck just happened and went back to his desk. As soon as he opened his emails, about 40—to be exact flooded in, already giving him a headache.

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It was now 10: 15 a.m. to be exact, and everyone was scurrying to the meeting room. There were bodyguards outside the meeting room—which was abnormal for Jay. It was as if someone would plan an assassination attempt during the meeting. And considering these high-class revolting elites, Jay won't be surprised if someone actually tried it.

"Ah, Jongseong-ssi! There you are! I've been looking for you. Please hand these files to Riki for me. He left without them." One of the employees rushed past him, handing him the files and entering the meeting room.

I better not fuck this up

Upon entering the meeting room, many big influencers and chaebols sat around the table, chattering about politics—if Jay was sure, he even caught eye of one of the upcoming election candidates. Just, what the fuck is going on?!

He handed the files to Riki as instructed, and busied himself with his tasks. He turned on the projector, fixed the stand and placed the files accordingly on top of it, fixed the microphone and finally placed the remote at the corner. Great—now the brochures...

He picked up the stack of brochures, glancing around the room to count. There were around 30 people in the meeting room, along with Wonyoung and other chaebols. They all looked his age as well—which was kinda horrifying. These people were already planning to own multiple companies, manage overseas trades and whatnot—and then there was Jay, making the rich richer.