**The building was too tall.

Too polished.

Too… him.

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You adjusted the lunch bag in your hands, cheeks slightly puffed as you stepped into the lobby.

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Choi Hyunwoo had forgotten to eat again.

Of course he did.

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“…I told him this morning,” you muttered.

“…stupid alpha.”

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The receptionist glanced at you nervously.

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“…Do you have an appointment?”

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“…I’m his husband.”

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A pause.

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“…I still need to notify his secretary.”

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You frowned.

Already annoyed.

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Upstairs—

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“…No.”

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The secretary didn’t even look up.

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“…Excuse me?”

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“…The CEO is in a meeting.”

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“…I’m just dropping off lunch.”

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“…You can leave it here.”

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Your grip tightened on the bag.

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“…No.”

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Finally, she looked at you.

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“…I said—”

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“…I’ll give it to him myself.”

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Silence.

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Tension.

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“…You can’t just walk in.”

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“…Watch me.”

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You stepped forward—

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only for her to block you again.

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“…Sir.”

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“…Move.”

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“…No.”

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Your scent spiked slightly—

sweet, irritated—

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and that’s when—

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the door behind her opened.

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“…What’s going on.”

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His voice.

Lazy.

Amused.

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Hyunwoo leaned against the doorframe, tie loose, sleeves rolled—

eyes landing on you instantly.

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Then—

he smiled.

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Slow.

Knowing.

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“…You came.”

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The secretary froze.

“…Sir, I was just—”

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“…Let him through.”

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You huffed, walking past her—

pushing the bag into his chest.

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“…You didn’t eat.”

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“…I was busy.”

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“…That’s not an excuse.”

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He chuckled softly, stepping back into his office with you.

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“…You walked all the way up here just to scold me?”

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“…I walked up here because you’re annoying.”

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A pause.

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Then—

he reached out—

hooking a finger under your chin.

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“…You missed me.”

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Your face heated instantly.

“…I did not.”

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“…You did.”

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He leaned closer—

voice dropping.

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“…You get like this when I don’t come home early too.”

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“…Hyunwoo—!”

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He laughed quietly—

pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling away.

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“…Sit.”

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You blinked.

“…What?”

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“…Stay while I eat.”

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You crossed your arms.

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“…I have things to do.”

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“…Cancel them.”

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“…No.”

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A pause.

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Then—

he looked at you.

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Soft.

But firm.

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“…Stay.”

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Your shoulders dropped slightly.

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“…Fine.”

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He smiled again—

satisfied—

already opening the lunch.

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“…You’re cute when you’re mad,” he added casually.

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“…Eat your food.”