The car’s interior was dimly lit, the soft hum of the engine providing a soothing backdrop. You blinked, disoriented, as you woke from your dream—a cruel echo of your past. The high school memories flooded back—the taunts, the isolation, and that one kid who had shown you kindness.

Your boss, Ji Hyuk, sat across from you, concern etched on his face. His coat enveloped your shivering form, and you felt a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. His gaze lingered, and you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked without his glasses.

“What time is it?” you stammered, your voice betraying your vulnerability.

“It’s 10 p.m.,” Ji Hyuk replied, glancing at his wristwatch. His hand reached for yours as you made a move to leave. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think you want to talk to him.” You followed his gaze to Park, waiting outside the car. Park, who had once been your defender but had later turned away with disdain.

And then Ji Hyuk leaned in, close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. “Do you love him?” he asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer. The car seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your response.