As the clock softly chimed and the hands of time glided gracefully to the hour of eight, Yn found herself enveloped in a swirling sea of paperwork and swirling thoughts. The once vibrant and bustling workspace had now transformed into a hushed sanctuary, echoing only with the tapping symphony of her fingertips against the keyboard.
She was so deeply engrossed in her tasks, pouring every ounce of her heart into them, that she remained blissfully unaware of the strong, purposeful footsteps approaching her solitary haven.
The room held its breath as a familiar figure emerged from the shadows, his gaze falling upon her. Yn's face glowed with an almost ethereal innocence, the golden light of her concentration illuminating her features. Yet the further she delved into her work, the more her expression shifted, revealing a depth of seriousness that was both admirable and captivating. It was then that he decided to break the spell of silence that cocooned her.
With a gentle tap on her desk, he startled her from her world of numbers and deadlines. Yn flinched slightly, her heart leaping as she turned her head, startled and wide-eyed, to face the lingering figure beside her.
"Oh... Mr. Jeon!" she exclaimed, her voice a soft lilt filled with surprise, as her eyes grew round behind her glasses, sparkling like two little stars.
There was something about her innocence that nearly captivated him to the point of losing all composure, the desire to wrap her in a protective embrace fluttering at the edges of his heart.
"Mr. Jeon?" she repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as if testing the syllables on her tongue.
"Ohh... yeah..." he murmured, shaking himself back to reality, pulling himself away from the daydream she unwittingly cast upon him.
"Why are you still here? Isn't it past your working hours?" he inquired gently, concern lacing his words.
Yn's gaze darted to the clock, her frolicsome spirit momentarily cloaked in panic as the realization dawned upon her.
"Ahh..." she gasped, her eyes widening as she scanned the now-deserted room. "Oh no, I didn't realize... Grandma must be worrying about me..." She bit her lip, worry etching delicate lines across her brow.
Observing her flustered state, he quickly reassured her, "No need to fret; I'll give you a ride home. Just pack your things," he stated soothingly, a calmness enveloping his words like a warm blanket.
"But..." she hesitated, her gaze falling upon the uncompleted work illuminated on her computer screen. Doubt clouded her features, and she bit her lower lip in uncertainty.
"What's the matter?" he asked, a curious frown knitting his brow.
"Mr. Ahn... he asked for this to be submitted by tomorrow," she pointed toward the cascade of unfinished tasks, her voice slightly trembling, still caught in the grasp of her responsibilities.
There she stood, a delicate flower entangled in the thorny vines of duty, and he could see the struggle reflected in her earnest eyes like a bright flame flickering against the winds of obligation.
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NADO SARANGHAE
Fanfiction"Within the whispering woods, Yn's sheltered existence is shattered by the brutal brushstrokes of reality. As she emerges from her hidden world, her unblemished heart and untainted spirit are exposed to the harsh realities of humanity. And amidst th...
