Hoseok POV
I sat in my office, still reeling from the meeting. Y/n's powerful entry had left me stunned. The way she walked in, confident and composed, her eyes sparkling with determination, her voice commanding attention.
As I replayed the scene in my head, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Excitement, curiosity, anticipation - all swirled together.
My personal secretary, Jimin, broke the silence.
"Sir, the meeting has been rescheduled for tomorrow," he said.
Tomorrow. So soon.
I nodded, trying to compose myself.
"Good," I replied.
As Jimin left, I stood up and began pacing around the room. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough. I wanted to see Y/n again, to understand what had changed, to rediscover the connection we once shared.
But what struck me most was her professionalism. Not a hint of surprise or emotion when she saw me. Just a calm, collected demeanor.
Had she moved on so completely?
The thought sent a pang of disappointment, but I pushed it aside.
Tomorrow would bring new opportunities.
To reconnect.
To understand.
To rediscover.
The wait was going to be agonizing.
But I was ready.
For whatever tomorrow would bring.
As I paced around the room, memories of our meeting flooded my mind.
I winced, recalling how I'd stammered when Y/n asked me to elaborate on our project's financial projections.
"W-well, we're expecting significant growth in the next quarter," I'd stuttered.
Y/n's raised eyebrow and piercing gaze had unnerved me.
"I-I mean, our team has developed innovative solutions," I'd continued, struggling to regain composure.
Her calm demeanor had only amplified my embarrassment.
But then, my mind drifted to the handshake.
Her hands had felt so soft, yet firm.
A gentle touch that sent a spark through my body.
I remembered the way my heart skipped a beat.
The way my eyes locked onto hers.
For a fleeting moment, I'd seen a glimmer of the past.
A connection that still lingered.
Or was it just my imagination?
I stopped pacing and took a deep breath.
Tomorrow would be different.
I would compose myself.
I would be prepared.
But as I looked out the window, I couldn't shake off the feeling.
That Y/n still had a hold on me.
A hold I couldn't quite explain.
Or resist.
I shook my head, clearing the thoughts.
Focus on the meeting, Hoseok.
Not on Y/n's captivating presence.
I sat down at my desk, reviewing the project files.
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Faking It..... A J.HS FF
Fanfiction"Y/N and Hoseok, two high school students, denied the undeniable spark between them. Their unexpected encounter ignited a connection, but they refused to acknowledge it. As they navigated their lives, circumstances continually pushed them apart. Yet...
