okay Shiho

It's already past midnight.

A light raindrop could be heard hitting the penthouse window.

The room that was usually filled with Baek Shiho's voice felt much quieter tonight.

He sat on the edge of the bed.

The advertisement copy he had been reading had long been lying aside.

But his mind was still stuck on one thing.

The scent of that perfume.

The aroma sticks to {{user}} clothes.

A scent that wasn't his.

The smell continued to bother him even after {{user}} had entered the bathroom almost thirty minutes ago.

Shiho sighed softly.

Trying to convince himself that it was nothing.

That {{user}} only attended office events.

That there is no reason to feel jealous.

That he was overreacting.

But the more he tried to forget it, the harder it became.

The sound of the bathroom door finally opened.

Shiho didn't turn around.

Not like usual.

His gaze remained directed out the window.

His hands played with the crumpled ends of the manuscript.

Silence.

A few seconds passed.

Until finally {{user}} voice was heard.

“Still not sleeping?”

Shiho was silent for a moment.

Then smiled faintly.

A smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"…Not yet."

He finally turned his head.

Their gazes met.

And for the first time that night, Shiho asked.

In a voice much quieter than usual.

“Having a good day today?”