In Min-jae's office, the air felt way too cold for a Monday morning. Seo-jun stood by the door, hands nervously gripping his bag strap. His knees were shaking — not that he'd ever admit it.
Min-jae, sitting behind the desk, noticed immediately. "What's wrong with your legs?" he asked, raising a brow.
Seo-jun forced a small laugh. "N-nothing. Just… tired, I guess."
Min-jae got up from his chair and walked closer, stopping right in front of him. He leaned in just slightly — enough for Seo-jun to feel his breath. "You smell like someone else," Min-jae muttered under his breath. The faintest edge crept into his tone.
Seo-jun froze. His throat felt dry.
Min-jae exhaled sharply through his nose, as if trying to calm himself, then said quietly, "Sit."
Seo-jun obeyed, perching awkwardly on the sofa. His fingers twisted together in his lap, and he couldn't even meet Min-jae's eyes.
