Minho stepped into the corridor outside the health center, running a hand through his hair.
He found her intriguing in ways that made no logical sense. The way she refused to back down, the way she looked at him like he was just another person instead of some untouchable prince, it was maddening and fascinating all at once.
Dasom truly had a point when she called the feeling intoxicating, because it was.
Minho pondered upon whether to just return home, go to Goyung garden, or even stay with Haeun. Goyung garden. The masked waitress would probably already be there, serving everyone.
Hana, she had called herself. Nice, sweet and polite. Refreshing in a way that melted Minho's desires to shield himself behind armor. Haeun was like that too, but she was much gentler with him.
His phone suddenly rang, the shrill sound putting a halt to his thoughts. He brought it out, and the caller ID made his blood turn to ice.
Chairman Seo Woobin.
