𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 -𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗂 𝖲𝖺𝗇-

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Whole night and morning it had been raining and weather could be rather described as to stay in home,chill and eat

But he just had to sit in that annoying black leather chair,along with other annoying bastards with glasses laying low on their noses, with pens constantly clicking and dragging on the papers and their almost grey heads nodding

He looked at the clock above the presentation board,only to see they have 30 minutes left

Jesus Christ...

"Are you tired?"she whispered next to him

He didn't even spare to look at her,instead bounced his pen just like those men did,cursing inside himself

Her hand laid on his to stop him but he harshly pulled it away causing everyone's attention to them

She cleared her throat and looked down at her papers,flipping them and pretending she's reading

He wiped his hand on his jeans as if her touch is dirty. That's how it felt to him. Dirty,disgusting. But Byeol's touch felt so much different. He adored her touch and melted whenever her soft hand would be in his. Just to it,it was enough for him

Unfortunately for him,there he is. Stuck with this people, doing something he absolutely was not interested in and wasting his time

He wished he was still studying instead of this. This isn't what he wants,but no one asked. His parents didn't ask do you want this,do you want to continue studying or are you interested in our business

No,they came out of nowhere and told him Break up with Byeol,you're getting married. Say bye to her and all those happy 3 years you've had with her. She's a past now

She's not a past,whether she ever will be. She's gonna always be the one for him and not her next to him

"Wooyoung"his father called

He raised his head from where he was looking at corner of the paper "What do you think about this all?"

"I think it's going to work good,good luck"he looked at presentation slide and woman who leaded through it

"You didn't even listen to it,did you?"he asked with stern voice

"I did"Wooyoung replied and set down his pen

Dayeon watched him with sad eyes,knowing he didn't want to be here, but with her

His dad closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he was mad this kept repeating. He didn't know what to do to make him focus on his business, it wasn't easy to lead it yet his own son wasn't interested in

"Thank you very much,we will see each other again"

He led them through the door,them discussing about the project while Wooyoung stayed behind to leave on his own,without anyone in front of him

"Wooyoung"

But he kept his gaze locked on the table,his fingers that were holding pen again scrapping against the surface of the table

"Jung Wooyoung"

He blinked and raised his head up, looking at him "Yes?"

"What's with you? You're constantly never focused on meetings and you know how important this is"

"I'm tired, I'm going home"he stood up

"No you're not, sit right now"

He sighed and turned around. His dad supported himself for table,his papers spread around