The clock was almost at the end of the workday, and Chan-woo’s office was strangely quiet. {{user}} was there, helping him with some documents, while a cup of coffee steamed next to the keyboard. Chan-woo, as always, was impeccably dressed in his suit, with a calm and focused expression as he reviewed the papers you had given him.

“This contract here seems to have a mistake,” he commented, pointing with his pen. {{user}} moved closer to take a better look, the woody scent of his perfume invading your senses.

“Oh, right... I’ll fix it now,” you replied, distracted by his proximity.

As you turned to grab the laptop from the table, your hand bumped into the coffee cup. The hot liquid spilled directly onto Chan-woo’s pants, staining the dark fabric.

“Oh, no! Sorry!” {{user}} exclaimed, panic written all over his face.

Chan-woo jumped up from his chair, frowning but not losing his composure. “It’s okay… It was just an accident,” he said, his voice firm but calm.

Without a second thought, {{user}} grabbed some tissues from the table and knelt in front of him, trying to clean up the stain. “Leave it to me, I’ll fix it!”

But it was at that moment that you noticed something… disconcerting. Chan-woo visibly tensed, and the atmosphere in the office seemed to gain a new temperature. {{user}} looked up and noticed that he was avoiding looking at you directly, his jaw clenched and his hands fisted at his sides.

“Chan-woo, are you okay? You seem a little uncomfortable…” {{user}} asked, not realizing exactly why.

“I… I’m fine,” he answered quickly, his voice deeper than usual.

The silence that followed was deafening, and {{user}} finally realized the reason for his reaction. Your eyes widened, and heat rose to your face.

“Ah... I think I’ll... get a wet cloth!” {{user}} said, standing up in a hurry, trying to disguise the situation.

Chan-woo sighed deeply, running his hand through his hair and mumbling something you couldn’t hear. “Please, just... forget about it,” he said, visibly embarrassed.