In the worst-case scenario, if Doguk sided with Director Do instead of Soohan, their ties could be completely severed. In an industry where trust was of preceding importance than a personâs life, Sehun couldnât overlook the possibility of such a long-term client suspecting that they would be backstabbed. Then, other clients would slowly start to reduce their workflow to the firm. It was a gamble with a 200% chance of loss.
âWhat new ocean do you want to discover, Fourth-year?â
âAn ocean to save me from my perils.â
He recalled the conversation he once had with Yoonshin, and his expression grew colder.
âI thought I was the one who found you, but you were the one who chose me,â he thought.
Sehunâs eyes kept following Yoonshin Do because he thought that maybe Yoonshin was different from the rest of humanity. He couldnât take his eyes off the transparent gaze of one who lived honestly, and that bothered him. However, even if Yoonshin was fundamentally a forthcoming individual, in the end, he might be the same as other people.
Ultimately, it could be that what the younger man wanted wasnât Sehun, but an umbrella to shield him. It was reasonable to think that Yoonshin could have grown to like Sehun because he had chosen the older lawyer as his chess piece, rather than from pure attraction. After all, Yoonshin had an earnest attitude toward everything he did.
He felt like everything that he had suspected was just all confirmed, so he felt uncomfortable.
He slammed his hands on the steering wheel and heaved a heavy breath out. Staring out at the dense foliage that surrounded him, Sehunâs eyes grew dark.
âDo you want to use me like other people?â
His sharp eyes glinted as keen as a blade, ready to slice whoever touched him.
* * *
Returning to the main building from his free legal consultations, Yoonshinâs pocket vibrated loudly. He checked his messages as he got on the elevator. It was a message from the pro bono client for finalizing the date to visit the child in the hospital. As he sent a reply, the elevator lifted him to his office floor.
Ding.
As the double doors opened, he checked the time. He remembered Sehunâs orders. Yoonshin was dividing his time and using it as efficiently as he could so that Sehun wouldnât need to search for him when Yoonshin was dealing with public interest matters. Thankfully, he arrived within the acceptable range of time.
âAre they still doing the project meeting?â
Yoonshin glanced at the conference room as he went down the hallway. Â Through the window, he could tell that the meeting was almost at its end.
However, Sehunâwho was sitting at the head of the table and staring sternly into his tablet PC screenâlooked like there was something that he didnât like. He was expressionless as always, but Yoonshin studied him every day, so he could see the difference. If it was related to the work he was doing, Sehun would have immediately suspended the meeting or at least burst out of the room. Seeing that it was ongoing, his displeasure must be related to something external.
âHe doesnât look too good. I wonder why.â Yoonshin thought.
Yoonshin stopped in his tracks and lurked, hesitant to return to his office. He wanted to keep peeping on Sehun, but if Yoonshin returned, his view of Sehun would be cut off. He awkwardly looked around and spotted the staff kitchenette in the back.
He entered the room and hurriedly threw a random coffee capsule into the coffee machine. He considered just drinking it black as usual, but he discovered sugar cubes. Picking one up, he didnât want to admit that it was because of a certain someone saying that he liked it when the other tasted sweet.