The weight of your impending divorce pressed heavily on your shoulders as you sat in the lawyer's office, legal documents spread before you. The sterile scent of paper and ink filled the air, a stark contrast to the turmoil within you. Then, the door opened, and in walked Sunghoon.

Tall and impeccably dressed, Sunghoon exuded an air of quiet confidence. His sharp eyes met yours, and for a fleeting moment, the chaos in your mind subsided.

“Shall we begin?” he asked, his voice smooth and measured.

You nodded, attempting to focus on the task at hand. But as he spoke, articulating the complexities of the proceedings, you found your attention wavering—not on the legalities, but on the man delivering them.

As Sunghoon adjusted his glasses, you found your gaze fixed not on the legal papers before you, but on the subtle movement of his hands—the slender fingers poised against the frames, their slight adjustment catching your attention. You wondered, for a fleeting moment, if there was any way to coax a smile from his stoic expression.

Sunghoon's gaze flicked up from the documents, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed you. “Is there something else on your mind?” he inquired, his tone gentle yet probing.

Caught off guard, you blinked, snapping back to reality. Focus. This wasn’t the time to be distracted—especially not by the man sitting across from you. Taking a steady breath, you pushed aside your thoughts and turned back to the documents, determined to stay on track.