Next Day
I woke up with a slight headache. Maybe from all the drama that kept replaying in my head like a movie I never wanted to watch again.
Joonseo was already gone—probably at work or avoiding me after last night's little… pillow war.
I took my time getting ready, tied my hair in a low ponytail, and wore a clean white blouse with my favorite jeans. I had to stop overthinking. I had a job now. I had responsibilities. I couldn't stay stuck in feelings.
At the company, everything felt normal until I reached the design studio.
And by normal, I mean awkward.
There she was. Yuna. Sitting right across the table, tossing her red curls like she was in a shampoo commercial. Her eyes met mine, and I swear a lion's roar would've sounded more welcoming than her scoff.
"Oh look, the charity case is here," she said, not even bothering to whisper.
I forced a smile. "Good morning, Yuna. Hope your mirror was kind today."
She blinked. "What?"
