You Were My Love

Scene 48 - Working

Small Warning!

Low key smut!

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Hae Wong was sitting at his desk in front of his laptop.

He checked the time on his screen and sighed ...

Despite the late hour, he still had to take care of some files..

The whole day had he toiled away many of them already in his city office.

However the amount of work had increased so greatly over the past few weeks that there was no way he could have got rid of it all in just those 12 hours.

And now, even though he got back "home", he was working on this report that was due for the next day.

He didn't want to hand it in late.

First because he was a perfectionist and he didn't want to be at fault.

For his job - or for anything else.

But in this case, it was also because his father wanted a copy of it as well.

Since their last stormy episode, they had kept on working together over their current affairs together, but now their interactions were strictly bound to the utter necessities.

And the former respectful or admiring atmosphere had totally switched.

Now it was all about cold stares and detached intonations.

Hae Wong had doubled his efforts – it was out of the question that his father should be able to reproach him with anything.

He had to accomplish every single task perfectly.

Hae Wong was putting the finishing touches to it.

Well, now, actually, he was trying to work.

Actually trying very hard.

Like really hard.

He summoned Jum Seung's stern face in his mind as a way to focus solely on his report.

He was thinking about what his cold, strict, demanding father would say to rebuke him in case he delayed his report or gave any excuse if he handed it in late.

He was imagining his stinging feelings in case his father's reproaches echoed in him with painful guilt and shame.

Yes, that was good, he should think about that.

Well, he was trying to think.

Because for now, his mind didn't seem to be working.

At all.

Like - at all.

And this was all his eyes' fault.

Or maybe his head's.

At this point he didn't know any more.

And, for all he could say, did he really care to know either?

But why did he have to raise his head from his laptop?? he thought with a very slight tinge of exasperation.

Why exactly had his eyes shifted from his screen to the sofa?

Why did -...

Oh...

Now he remembered.

His ears.