The next day, I walked into the office with a calm face, even though my stomach was a storm of nerves.
Last night, I fell asleep in Joonseo's arms. His warmth should have been enough to ease my anxiety—but my thoughts were louder than peace. And this morning, he left without a word. Not angry. Just silent.
That silence was scarier than yelling.
When I reached my department, I greeted everyone with a smile, acting like I had it all together. Nakyung waved from her desk with a cheerful, "Minji!"
"Morning," I said, hanging my bag and sitting down.
"Big energy today, huh?" she teased.
"I had two cups of coffee and a fake sense of control. Let's go," I joked.
She laughed. "Fake it till you make it."
I glanced over at the elevator as it dinged open.
And then I saw her—Yuna.
Oh God.
The Yuna.
