âOkay, be careful on your way back,â Ikyung said before she hung up.
Upon ending the phone call, Yoonshinâs grip on the steering wheel tightened. Palms sweaty, he felt as though a thick fog filled his surroundings, obstructing his vision. He was scared, but there was nothing else he could grip. Yoonshin was feeling this hopelessâhis sister must be having it worse. So, he couldnât bring himself to tell her that he didnât want to meet his potential partner anymore.
He was only coming back from a date, but why did he feel like he committed a crime? He felt guilty toward the woman, Sehun, and himself.
He let out a heavy sigh, and his expression grew cloudier. His eyes glazed over with tumult despite trying to concentrate on driving.
Was there any way out?
There was one trick that could solve all his obstacles, but the only person who could do that was very defensive, so Yoonshin couldnât find the right timing to bring it up.
That incident was a terrible mistake made on Sehunâs part, and at the same time, it was getting more difficult for him to handle Yoonshin. The cryptic words he left to the silent Yoonshin confirmed that.
âItâs getting harder for me to hold back.â Sehun had said.
âWhat part of me is making it hard for him to hold back? He clearly wanted to kiss meâŠâ Yoonshin thought, then it occurred to him, âDoes he want to sleep with me?â
Yoonshinâs imagination that was running wildly stained his cheeks red. Perhaps he went a bit too far. Although nobody was watching, he felt embarrassed, so much so that just then, when he saw the company residences, he swerved into the adjacent lane without thinking. He was so flustered and his change of lanes was so abrupt that it warranted the drivers nearby to honk angrily at him.
Beep beep! Beep beep!
âAckâŠâ Yoonshin gasped.
Even though the speed limit was low, he could have caused an accident. He blinked his emergency lights a few times in apology and took deep breaths before turning to the entrance of the building.
He smoothly glided into the basement parking garage and parked. He felt like clearing his mind with some fresh air, so he headed upstairs via the emergency stairwell.
Upon going outside, he stared up at the extravagant company residence building. He aimed his gaze up at Sehunâs floor, then he observed it intently. He tried to shoot some telepathic waves at Sehun, who wouldnât listen to him anyway, then quit, wondering what the point of it was.
As he listened to the classical music tickling his ear while fiddling with his mug, Yoonshin took out his phone.
âHeâs not going to call till the bitter end, huh?â he thought.
Yoonshin didnât like to leave things hanging, no matter the subject. He found the otherâs name and hovered his fingers over it before resolutely calling the other man. He didnât have high hopes that the other man would pick up because he rested on the weekends, but Sehun responded quite fast.