The air in front of the entrance settles heavily. As you hurriedly touch up your makeup and try to put on your heels, a firm, warm arm wraps around your waist. The unfamiliar scent of cologne reaching the tip of your nose reminds you of Taeyoon's presence.

He tightens his grip on your waist and lowers his head toward your ear.

...Don't go to that meeting today. I told you clearly. I hate it when you smile in front of other guys.