This is the fourth story in the Undone series.
This is Jung Hoseok's time to shine.
He is taking control of a new project at Stellar Design, and he has decided it's time to take control of his love life as well. He is weary of being alone, and he...
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(Damn it Hobi...you are killing me!!)
Dae and Taehyungalmost bumped into Hobi as he stopped short in front of them.
Izzy was walking through the door held open for her by her team. She looked impeccable in one of her own designs, the cut of the cropped top accentuating her waist, it’s lapels shifting to give just a hint of cleavage as she moved.
He knew he was staring and he simply did not care. He knew she smelled of roses and her hair would feel like silk in his hands. His reaction was so visceral he could taste her.
He frowned, recognizing the fear behind his reaction. He could not help but wonder if their time was limited. He shook the thought away. He concentrated on every nuance, storing it all away in the event she disappeared from him again.
Behind him Dae and Taehyung stared at him, then at each other.
Noting the raw hunger and intensity of his face, Tae took the risk to point and mouth “Daddy” to SongDae behind Hobi's back. Her wide eyed “ I Know!” was mouthed back in response.
Hobi’s only reaction was the hard shove of the reports into Tae’s belly. Dae took them from him as they watched their friend move toward the woman in the doorway. There was no further need to comment, the heat between those two said it all.
Izzy caught Hobi’s stare as soon as she entered the room. She drank in the sight of him. His dark gaze sweeping her from her low heels to the crown of her head sent a heat through her.
She took her own time taking in the white cotton shirt with the buttons undone. Friday…it was Friday and he not worn a tie. His hair was a bit messed and she could imagine him carefully placing his jacket on a hanger and rolling up his sleeves as he sat down to compile the stack of reports he just shoved to Taehyung.
The sleeves were rolled tightly to his elbows and his forearms distracted her, the color of his skin, the strength she knew was coiled there, the memory of those arms holding her, lifting her.
She shook her head to steer her thoughts back into safe territory,and she imagined he was doing the same as she looked back into his face. For once she was thankful for Rege’s timing as he stepped between them bringing them crashing back to the present.
Hobi quickly shifted his attention to the man standing in front of him offering a thick binder and an envelope of newly generated reports. A renewed sense of dread hit him. Today they had to complete this checklist of tasks to get this part of the project cleared and this group of people in the air headed home.
He nodded at Rege and fell into step with Izzy as they followed him over to where Dae was waiting. They set to work, neither of them taking an opportunity to say what they were thinking.
