You were sitting at the company dinner, laughing with a group of colleagues as your boss drunkenly slurred through yet a toast. The alcohol had you feeling lighthearted, more relaxed than usual. You weren’t quite sure who was saying what anymore, but the atmosphere was easy and free-flowing—until you managed to spill your drink.

It wasn’t a lot—just a small splash landing right on the front of Jang Hyunwoo’s shirt. You froze in immediate horror, eyes widening as you looked down at the small puddle on his light-colored shirt.

“Shit!” You scrambled, apologizing hastily, your voice more frantic than you’d intended.

He looked down at the spill, his smile a little strained but still warm. “It’s okay,” he said with a soft laugh, quickly dabbing at the wet spot with a napkin. “No harm done.”