A cold and quite the strict boss how could someone ever fall for her? Y/N sure would never he's worked with her for years and watched every single employee get crushed under her wrath. For Y/N he's had enough working years with such a tyrant has don...
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The chill of the morning hit me the moment I opened my eyes. I lay there for a minute, blinking at the frosted window, feeling the cold air settle over me. With a sigh, I forced myself up, shivering as I got dressed and threw on an extra layer. Yunjin was already moving about in the kitchen, putting together a quick breakfast.
I made my way over, grabbing my own mug of coffee as we exchanged our usual morning greetings, both of us wrapped up in thick sweaters. By the time we were ready to leave, we'd done the usual checklist—keys, phones, files—and stepped out into the biting cold.
The moment we hit the road, I knew it was going to be one of those days. Traffic was absolute hell. Every car was inching forward, and people looked as miserable as I felt, trying to warm up in vehicles that were barely moving. Yunjin sat beside me, her gaze set firmly ahead, her jaw clenched as we crawled through the city streets. It took us twice as long as usual to finally reach the office, and by then, we were both already worn out.
The day passed slowly. Despite the frustrations of the morning, work was its usual mix of meetings and paperwork. I was half-immersed in my tasks, trying to ignore the steady stream of emails and minor fires that needed putting out. Yunjin was busy as ever, darting from one department to another, handling things with that practiced ease she always had. It was almost evening by the time we finally began to wrap things up.
As I packed up my stuff, ready to escape back into the cold, Yunjin's phone rang. I heard her mumble a few words and watched her face fall slightly before she ended the call. She turned to me with a resigned expression.
"Our driver can't make it," she said, sighing. "Too much snow on the roads."
I groaned internally, preparing for the trek ahead. But Yunjin just shrugged and pulled out her phone again. Before I could ask what she was doing, I heard her saying, "Yes, please have it ready on the rooftop in twenty."
Confused, I waited for her to end the call. She flashed me a small smile. "Helicopter. We'll be back home in no time."
"Of course," I mumbled, rolling my eyes playfully. I shouldn't have been surprised, but it still felt like an outlandish solution.
We made our way to the rooftop, where the helicopter was already waiting, its blades slicing through the thick snowfall. I'd always enjoyed winter, but seeing the city so blanketed in snow—obscuring everything, shutting down roads and grinding life to a halt—felt like a different kind of winter. A more inconvenient kind.
I stepped onto the chopper, giving Yunjin a hand as she climbed in, looking effortlessly graceful as always. As we took off, the city stretched out below us, wrapped in layers of white. From up here, it looked like an endless sea of snow, cars buried under drifts, roofs caked in white, the streets like thin, frozen veins snaking through the city. I exhaled, realizing just how far we were from spring.
