𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• EPISODE:- 23

YN's POV

The car rolled to a stop in front of a sleek, modern building. Without a word, he stepped out, slamming the door shut with enough force to make me flinch. I stayed seated for a moment, my hands gripping the edge of my seat as I glared at his retreating figure.

With a deep breath, I shoved the door open and got out, the cold air hitting me like a slap. My eyes darted up to the glass structure towering above us. Great. A mall. Because shopping with him was exactly how I wanted to spend my day.

He stood there, his back to me, hands stuffed in his pockets like he had all the time in the world. I stomped toward him, my boots clicking against the pavement.

“So? Are we just gonna stand here all day, or are you going to say something?” I asked, my tone sharp.

He turned his head slightly, his cold eyes meeting mine. “You said you needed something. Get it done.”

I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “Wow. What a gentleman. You could’ve just sent someone else, you know. No need to grace me with your charming presence.”

His jaw tightened, but his expression remained unreadable. “I don’t trust anyone else to deal with you. Now, move.”

“Deal with me?” I scoffed, stepping closer. “You act like I’m some kind of burden.”

His eyes darkened, and he took a slow step toward me, his voice low and dangerous. “You are. Now, are you going in, or do I have to carry you?”

The audacity. I wanted to slap that smug look off his face. Instead, I spun on my heel and marched toward the entrance. “Touch me, and you’ll lose that hand, Jeon.”

I heard his low deep chuckle behind me, but I didn’t dare look back. God, I hated him. Every word he said, every look he gave me—it all made my skin crawl.

We entered the mall, the quiet hum of air conditioning greeting us. I walked ahead, determined to ignore him, but I couldn’t help noticing his reflection in the glass displays. His hands, the way they flexed slightly when he adjusted his sleeves—damn it, stop noticing.

“You’re wasting time,” he muttered from behind me, his tone sharp.

I turned to glare at him. “No one asked you to come, remember? If you’re so busy, you can leave.”

He took a step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over me. “Not until I’m sure you won’t cause trouble.”

“Trouble?” I let out a bitter laugh. “You really think I’m that reckless?”

His smirk was infuriating. “I don’t think. I know.”

I clenched my fists, biting back a retort. Instead, I turned and continued walking, ignoring the way his footsteps echoed behind me.

I stopped in front of the Calvin Klein store, my steps coming to a halt as I admired the sleek display. Of course, I was here for a reason—this brand was my favorite.

My gaze flickered over my shoulder to find him trailing a few feet behind, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, his expression unreadable as always.

Can't he stop following me like this..

I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing down the irritation bubbling up. I turned away without a word and stepped inside, the cool air and faint scent of new fabric greeting me.

"Hello, ma’am," one of the staff greeted me with a polite bow.

I returned the gesture with a small nod, my lips pressing into a thin line. As I started browsing through the racks, I couldn’t ignore the heavy presence that followed me, a silent reminder that I wasn’t alone.