Lee Heeseung

Friday morning, another workday was drawing to a close. You'd been up all night and half the morning without a break because you'd argued with Heeseung, your boss, and as punishment for your supposed 'bad behavior' he'd made you work a double shift. What a nightmare.

The clock struck ten in the morning, your quitting time. Happy, you got up from your desk, straightening your skirt and packing your things, hoping to go home and sleep all day. How naive you were.

"Can I ask where you're going?"

Heeseung appeared at the door.

“Go home, Heeseung, my shift is over.”

You mentioned frustration.

“Who gave you the order to leave?”

Slowly, he began to approach, somewhat intimidating.

“I don’t need to ask anyone for permission to leave, Heeseung, my work hours are over.”

Slightly annoyed, you quickly gathered your things in your bag, hoping to get out of there.

“Heeseung? Mr. Lee, you mean, my heart.”

He held you by the waist.

“Heeseung, let go of me, I don’t want to talk to you,” you tried to break free from his grip. “You don’t want to talk to me? But you were yelling at me last night not to stop, weren’t you?” He brought your face close to his, in complete silence. Damn, he knew how to make you nervous.