ᴄᴛʀʟ+ᴀʟᴛ+ꜰ4 ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ (Minwon)
Mingyu slammed the files onto the paler man's desk, his brows furrowing in irritation. "If I had a dollar for every time you've gotten under my skin, I'd be a millionaire." Wonwoo's smirk was sharp, his eyes sparkling with challenge, it's true, he loved to get under the art director's skin, "And if I had a dollar for...