Joon-ho rolled his shoulders, slow and deliberate, feeling the last of the day unwind from his spine. The clinic was quiet now—the good kind of quiet, the kind that came after the final appointment when the lights dimmed and the air stopped pretending it was purely professional.
He glanced at the wall clock, then at Soo-jin behind the counter."Alright," he said, voice easy. "Stretch, lock up. We're done for today."
Soo-jin straightened a little too fast, smoothing the front of her short dress like she'd been waiting for permission all along. Her eyes flicked to the door, anticipation bright and barely contained.
Right on cue, the door opened.
Su-bin stepped in like she owned the place.
No rush. No hesitation. Coat still on, heels clicking softly against the floor, eyes already locked on Soo-jin like she'd been picturing this moment all afternoon. The smile that curved her lips wasn't polite—it was possessive.
