The hallway was quiet, the dull hum of the office lights overhead echoing faintly as you walked past the emergency exit, clutching a stack of files to your chest. You had done everything you could to avoid him changed your routes, left meetings early, even pretended to be sick for two days. It had been a full week since that night when Min Woo, the President of your company, confessed his feelings to you in his usual calm but commanding tone. He had given you three days to think. But instead, you vanished from his radar completely.

And now, he had vanished too.

There were whispers throughout the office. People said he walked out of an important meeting and never came back. While others rushed to find him, you had stayed silent, guilt bubbling quietly in your chest.

Just as you passed the emergency exit, a hand shot out, grabbing your arm and pulling you with swift, unrelenting force. The files in your hands scattered to the floor as your back hit the wall. Your breath caught in your throat.

It was him.

Min Woo stood inches from your face, eyes sharp, expression unreadable but his presence was undeniable. The familiar scent of his cologne lingered in the air between you.

"It's been a while since we've met. Looks like you enjoy keeping people hanging, don't you?" he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. But underneath, there was something else. Frustration. Hurt. Maybe even... longing.