in love, legally || CHOI YEONJUN

Chapter 15

Hyemi's POV

The day had finally ended with another round of busy clients swarming in. As Yeon Creations' personal team leader, I definitely have to come up with more improvised proposals and layouts now. But the fact his team had the major part of the load, and we were just here for the venue, made me wonder how stressed he might be.

Around us, he always seemed unbothered, but observing him with his clients, he wears a sharp professional edge, that eloquent tone of his, the smile he wears, his eyes disappearing and cheeks popping up.

Let's make the most of this while it lasts. His words rang in my head as I walked down the hall back to my room. Listen here, my love. To the world we are real. We are in love, legally. I had finally clocked out of work, Taehyun and Yejin left at noon for sightseeing, and the interns might already be asleep.

The warmth of his thumb on my cheek sprawled in again, trickling in the same spot. I stared at my reflection on the bathroom mirror, touching the area where he had brushed his thumb. My cheeks turned red, snapping me out of the daze. Taking a quick shower I hopped onto bed in my PJs but I kept being pulled back to my thoughts. Thoughts about him.

"What the hell did he mean by making the most of this while it lasts," I groaned punching the pillow. I was going insane, I was very sure. I don't even know what I agreed to. Don't tell me I have turned victim to the plot of a fake marriage and fell in love. "Kang Hyemi you idiot," I screamed into the pillow now, but shrieked louder over a loud knock on my door.

I peeked through the peephole, to see Yeonjun standing with a plastic bag in his hand. Quickly straightening my hair and licking my lips, I open the door with a smile. Oh shit, I am in my rabbit patterned PJ's. I notice the amusement flash through his face before he excuses himself inside. I close the door behind me and follow him into the room. He sits on the carpet instead of the sofa and opens the parcel he bought revealing a tiramisu cake on the coffee table.

I gape sitting down across him and propping my hands on the small low-legged coffee table. "Did you come here just to eat this dessert?"

"I got it for you," he smiled, digging in taking a spoonful of it and holding it in front of me.

I clumsily take the spoon from his hand, earning a low hoarse laugh from him. Ignoring, I take a bite, the bitter coffee taste going down before the sweetness of the cream fills my mouth. I hummed, closing my eyes, like I had touched heaven. I went in for a second bite, noticing Yeonjun just sat there, his hands propped on his cheeks as his gaze stayed on me.

"What?" I asked, "Aren't you gonna eat?"

He tilted, "Hmm, maybe if you give me some?"

"Don't cry if I don't leave you any," I remark, avoiding his gaze and going for another spoonful of the cake.

He sighs like a defeated child, grabs a spoon, and digs in. He hums, his eyes wideneing. "This is so good," he exclaims.

"Mhmm,"

"Mom wants us for a family dinner," he says, "Can you come?"

I blink, putting down the spoon. Pointing at the cake I ask, "Was this bribe?"

He laughs, picking up my spoon and putting it back in my hand, "No, I just wanted to have a dessert, Tiramisu sounded more like us,"

Frowning, I stare at him, "Like us?"

He takes a spoonful, holding it under the light, "Bittersweet, unexpected, yet the ending is sweet,"

"How do you know our ending will be sweet though,"