𝗗𝗘𝗝𝗔-𝗩𝗨 | ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ [On Hold]

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬-𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 ─ 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗣-

He knew she had seen him, instead, he didn't even try to hide from her brown orbs and being caught was his goal, in the end. He had disguised himself between the passers-by and the medics by wearing his white coat and had laid in wait for Tsuki to come out of the hospital. Thanks for having given her a higher position closer to his, for him, it hadn't been hard to make Tsuki spill some tea about Somi's identity, where she lived, what was her job, how old she was and any other kind of information that might've turned out useful to the man. He didn't need any kind of threats to have the girl talk, he was a classy man who loved to be untouchable both physically and juridically, so asking her to go on a break for a cup of coffee was enough to obtain what he craved.

Surely, he had no idea that Fukutomi Tsuki was the right person to ask, so he followed his instinct and precise steps: judging by Somi's aspect and attitude, he chose a few candidates among his employees that could somehow get along with her, and all the interns were right up his alleys. The reason he had opted to start from Tsuki was, believe it or not, for her extravagant looks: she had never tried to conceal her true self when at work, she always wore sparkly, pink-ish make-up, light blue contact lenses and her hair was always curled up with dyed ends. After he met with Somi, Doctor Lee was convinced that to be able to keep up with a spicy behaviour like hers, she needed someone able to give her some calmness but, at the same time, someone able to stand up to her.

And God, his ego had burst disproportionately when all of the assumptions he had made about Somi had finally come true.

Nonetheless, he never would've expected her to be there, not that soon, at least, even if, reckoning by her spooked expression when their eyes locked, he cherished how terror was rapidly making its way to her face. That reaction could've meant only one truth: she was scared of him.

And that was enough to convince himself to elegantly and arrogantly strut towards the trio, his cold brown orbs fixated on Jeon Somi as if they were the only ones in that plaza.

Before completely merging into the group, he maliciously smirked in her direction, wearing his usual polite and innocent mask right after, "Miss Fukutomi, are these your friends?" He put on his greatest fake smile and pretended to be surprised. Though, Somi knew he was a mere actor but opted to be quiet for the sake of her best friend's job.

Tsuki's eyes glimmered when he heard the way only he called her and turned her head towards the direction of his voice to verify whether she was dreaming or not and, once confirmed he was actually talking to her beyond the working hours, she faced back her friends, "Doctor Lee! Yes, they're my friends: she's Jeon Somi and he's Song Mingi. We're about to have some fried chicken. Would you like to join us?"

Somi swore she was about to faint the second after her flatmate came out with that purpose and, for as much as she wished to slap the back of her silly friend, she refrained from doing so, again.

His eyes softened when he met Tsuki's, appreciating (sincerely?) her offer, "Thank you for your invitation but my today's schedule is full, I barely have the time to get some fresh air. Count me in for the next time!" He cheered whilst opening his blue coat by the pockets in which he had buried his hands to keep them warm. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you." He claimed before extracting one of those hands to extend it towards Mingi, who politely accepted it. 

Now, Somi had only a scarce fistful of seconds to think whether to accept his hand or not. In front of her, two possible scenarios were revealed like two streets dividing and her figure standing right in front of that crossroad: the first option saw her flashing the man with her brightest, yet the most false smile while shaking his hand with the mystery of a possible déjà-vu right behind the corner; the second option was to stare at the man's fluctuating hand as if it was covered in dirt and ignore his gesture, the mystery, in this case, concerned Tsuki's future inside that hospital and Somi's reputation, more than the inevitable awkwardness that would've created.