The first thing she saw when she opened the door and entered was Min Woo. With Min Woo’s greetinglike chirping, about ten people in the room turned their eyes to the door. Hye Yoon also looked back inadvertently, wondering if there might be someone important standing behind her that they were looking at.
Her awkward face slowly looking back was like a child nervously checking their mother’s expression after breaking a dish. It seemed like a sound of squeaking could be heard.
“Our Author Jang is still adorable.”
“Oh, senior, stop it.”
The people in the meeting room were the cast of . The sporadic familiar faces of the actors and the nameplates placed at each seat made it easy to identify them. Hye Yoon naturally started moving, searching for her name.
“Normally, you should sit next to me, right?”
Min Woo, who noticed Hye Yoon looking around, said while pointing at the script cover.
“It’s good for the director and the writer to exchange opinions while observing the reading. But since you’re also an actress, it doesn’t particularly matter.”
“Ah…”
Min Woo seemed to have had trouble deciding where to seat Hye Yoon, the writer turned actress. Upon hearing this, Hye Yoon stopped in her tracks and looked at Min Woo.
“Actually, it’s not a drama with a lot of cast members, so it’s not that important. Hye Yoon, wouldn’t it be best for you to sit next to Ji Ho?”
“I’m okay anywhere.”
“Hey, you’re already standing at Ji Ho’s place.”
Upon Min Woo’s words, Hye Yoon lowered her head to look at the table and saw the name tag reading clearly. And next to it was . Min Woo seemed to have decided to seat them like this from the start.
Ji Ho’s seat was empty. So, Hye Yoon was able to appreciate the name tags more comfortably. The names of Ji Ho and Hye Yoon, written in black on white paper, appeared refreshing when placed side by side.
‘How wonderful would it be if there was nobody in this conference room? What is this even.’
She wanted to gaze at it for a longer time, more intensely. Upon the inexplicable thought, Hye Yoon chuckled very softly. Her lips, feeling ticklish as if a butterfly had landed on them, were wetted.
“Hye Yoon, there are so many eyes on you here. Are you going to continue being so obvious?”
“Huh?”
She wasn’t particularly thrilled or anything. Hye Yoon snapped back to reality and quickly turned to look at Min Woo.
As her hair swished from her shoulders, the glint in people’s eyes sparked. In an instant, energy surged throughout the room. Their lips writhed, as if they all wanted to add a word or two.
“It’s a good time, isn’t it? Just looking at the name makes you feel nostalgic and you miss him, right?”
“Oh, no!”
While she didn’t know about the nostalgia, it was true that she missed him. Feeling as if her feelings were exposed for no reason, Hye Yoon squeaked like a chick.
And then, at that moment, everyone’s gaze shifted towards the door at the sound of murmuring from the hallway. Suddenly, the door opened, and Ji Ho entered amid the noisy atmosphere.
“Hello.”
Through the closing gap of the door, female employees of the broadcasting station could be seen stomping their feet or covering their open mouths with their hands. Min Woo, after looking at his colleagues outside, gave Ji Ho a onceover. His appearance seemed worth the fuss, and Min Woo found himself nodding involuntarily.
“The lead indeed knows when to make an entrance.”
Ji Ho, dressed in a navy shirt and black slacks, was brimming with masculine charm. The sight of his thick neck moving softly between the two open buttons of his shirt felt indecently sensual, causing Hye Yoon to slightly avert her eyes.
“It seems you were talking about me.”
Ji Ho, raising an eyebrow, walked towards his seat as if trying to interpret the meaning of Min Woo’s words. It just so happened that Hye Yoon was standing there as well.
Hye Yoon, whom he was seeing after a week, still appeared to have light movements, and her face shone as white as the small pearl earring on her earlobe.
She drew in a big breath of air, puffing her cheeks and then averting her eyes. Watching this made his heart turn soft.
Why was everything so embarrassing?
“No, Writer Jang is so obviously in love.”
“Wow! Is there such a direct approach?”
Hye Yoon gave Min Woo a wronged look. And then Ji Ho widened his field of vision to slowly scan the actors in the room. Everyone seemed excited and cheerful. Especially, it appeared as if they were all paying particular attention to Hye Yoon.
It was a little disappointing. The thought that everyone now knew how cute this woman was felt like an odd thorn.
‘Was I this childish…’
The emotions he was experiencing through her all felt so unfamiliar that Ji Ho found it strange.
His stride, fitting for his tall stature, had in no time reached behind Hye Yoon’s back. Hye Yoon twitched her shoulders and turned her head. He, whom she saw after a week, was still as handsome as ever.
“Writer Jang seemed to be missing Ji Ho, so I decided to tease her a little.”
“It’s not like that at all…”
As her eyes met with Ji Ho’s, her pointed words melted away into murmurs. Yet, she didn’t avert her eyes any further. Within his eyes, which were watching her, was the warmth she always yearned to dwell in.
“I understand. Let’s sit down first.”
Ji Ho gently smiled and gave her frail shoulder a reassuring squeeze, as if giving a brief massage. With his remaining hand, he pulled out a chair and gestured for Hye Yoon to sit.
As people started adjusting their chairs and flipping through papers, the meeting room started to bustle. The feeling of an imminent script reading made Hye Yoon slightly nervous.
“But…”
And when everyone had finally turned their attention away from them, Ji Ho’s whisper fell softly into Hye Yoon’s ear like a fallen leaf. She turned her head towards him, his voice lower and softer than usual.
His profile, looking at the script, was flawless.
“I missed you.”
“……”
It wasn’t a statement expecting a reply, but she couldn’t respond anyway. As his lips curled into a smile, Hye Yoon’s cheeks began to turn a gradual shade of red. Her heart pounded rapidly.
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Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
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