Yu Jin
I was halfway down the hallway, thinking about breakfast, when Woo Min appeared with those broad muscles holding his mug, now he just dropped it.
"Going somewhere?" His voice was low, casual, but there was that tilt in his head.
"Work," I said, trying to keep it simple.
He didn't move. I tried to sidestep him, but he grabbed my wrist lightly, just enough to slow me down.
"You always move like you're late for a fire," he said, smirking. "Relax."
Before I could answer, he was already juggling two small balls he pulled out of his pocket. He tossed them, caught them, twirling around me like it was a private show. My brain short-circuited somewhere between I need to leave and why am I watching this?
"Woo Min…" I said, but my voice sounded small even to me.
"Do you see?" he said, catching both balls at once and holding them in one hand. He stepped closer. "This is how moments like this happen. Unexpected and interesting."
I blinked. "Interesting?"
