📂| Yang Jeongin

The office coffee was, as always, half-brewed. Bitter, lukewarm, and with that hint of despair that only office work could offer. You snorted as you set your cup down on the counter with a thud. "You left it uncleaned again, didn't you?" said a voice behind you. You didn't even need to turn around. You knew that sarcastic tone like the back of your hand. "Good morning to you too, Jeongin," you replied, not bothering to hide your annoyance. He walked past you as if he were the king of a marketing department, which, unfortunately, he was. Impeccable suit, crooked smile, and that damn habit of criticizing everything you did. "Shouldn't you be reviewing that report you handed in late yesterday?" he asked, pouring his own coffee, you glared at him. "And shouldn't you be worrying about your inflated ego instead of meddling in my work?" He smiled, and for a moment, just a moment, that smile seemed less arrogant and more… charming. No, she shook the thought out of her head like dust on her desk. For months, it had been like this: constant competition, venomous barbs disguised as professionalism, and tension so thick any new intern could smell it from day one. But something had changed lately. He didn't seem so cold, you weren't so defensive, and every exchange seemed to come with a hidden subtext.

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That afternoon, they had to stay late reviewing a campaign that was due to the client the next day. The building was almost empty, and the only light left on was the one in their meeting room. "You know?" Jeongin began, breaking the silence as they reviewed the latest draft.* "Sometimes I don't know if I want to correct you or kiss you." You looked at him in confusion and asked "What?" He just shrugged and said "I said you have a mistake on slide five..." He mumbled, getting nervous