Secretly Meeting With My Boss

"You don't talk much. Are you tired?"

"Oh, I was just listening to other people talking."

Yi Hwan seemed to have noticed her signs. So-young smiled moderately at him and sipped her beer. As a result, she suddenly remembered that Taekyung sent her home a few days ago.

That day, Taekyung stared at So-young with a strange gaze. During his gaze, she couldn't move a finger. As if the density of the air surrounding them had increased.

The tension So-young felt at that time was very ambiguous and unfamiliar. Recalling how she felt at the time, her stomach tickled again, and she drank her beer at once.

"Oh, I'm full. But you're going for the second round, right?”

"No need to say it. Of course I will go."

When the noisy drinking party broke up, it was almost 10 o'clock. Everyone started splitting, some people shouted at cars as if it were natural.

So-young rubbed her cheek, which became hotter than usual. She felt dizzy and drowsy because she drank too much. She thought it would be better to leave at this point.

"You're going too, right?"

Yi Hwan, who approached So-young's side, carefully held the hem of her coat in his hand. She looked at him, awkwardly smiling.

"Actually, I was a little tired, so I was thinking about going home.

"Oh, really?"

"Hey, Ms. Han. Stay a little longer."

Yi Hwan could not hide his disappointment, and the manager who sat opposite So-young actively caught her. If she insists on going home, she would have ruined the atmosphere.

In the end, So-young had no choice but to follow the people. And she had to curse her indecisiveness as soon as she got to the pub named Schweinshaxe. It was packed.

"My my, I see all the young people here."

“…….”

Inside the pub In the widest place, several executives and managers were drinking. Before even turning around, they raised their hands. One of the managers standing behind So-Young said ‘We're doomed.' So-young also tried to get away in a hurry, but standing in front of the group was a failure.

"Why are you all standing like that? Come here and sit down. Oh, I smelled alcohol and came here."

"Haha…"

The intention, which was to promote friendship, quickly turned into the worst place for a dinner party. So-young swallowed, thinking that she should have gone home. She sat down on the edge of the seat. Soon, full beer glasses and snacks filled the table.

"Team leader Cha Tae-kyung will come soon, too.”

"The team leader?"

Everyone exchanged their eyes with a surprised face at the words of one executive. They looked like something interesting happened when they thought they would have to endure a boring time in this place. Surprisingly, So-young was indifferent.

"Since he's still at work, I thought he hadn't eaten, so I called him."

It's understandable to see him working. It must have been hard to reject someone. Even if he was the son of the vice president, he could not escape the culture of the organization. Anyway, thanks to him, the sullen atmosphere was subtly brightened.

"I'm late."

It was when everyone was listening to EZUZ, which started with ‘Latte is Horse' with droopy faces. A doll then appeared. It was Taekyung.

"Team leader Cha, you're finally here? Why are you so late?”

"I have a lot of work to do." I'm sorry."

Taekyung smiled with a face that could not completely hide his irritation. Even the expression was wonderful enough to be admired. Some were nervous about his appearance, some could not hide their curiosity, and So-young felt excitement with a hint of novelty.

"Assistant Manager Han?"

"Hello, team leader."

Taekyung's blunt expression changed the moment he found So-young. She bowed her head slightly and greeted him.

Taekyung, who was standing in place for a while, soon sat next to So-young. She shrank slightly on the shoulder.

"Why are you here?"

"I was promoting friendship…"

"Ah."

Taekyung pursed her lips with a familiar expression. Their gazes were intertwined at a close distance. Maybe it's because it's been a long time since I've seen an unrealistic face like his? So-young's eyes fluttered uncontrollably.

Wake up, Han So-young.

While So-young tried not to be shaken somehow, Taekyung greeted the people one by one.

"Team leader Cha, have a beer".

At the recommendation of an executive, Taekyung pretended to be smile. However, unlike his smoothly curved lips, his eyes were coldly sunken, so everyone except the executive who gave him a drink could notice his discomfort.

"Thank you, director. As I said, I'm taking medicine, so I don't think I can drink."

"Oh, that's right. That's right. Then let's set a separate time to drink soon."

"Thank you."

Not long ago, Taekyung drank soju without hesitation at a company dinner. So-young whispered quietly to Taekyung in a worried voice.

"Are you sick?"

As soon as So-young's warm breath passed by his earlobe, Taekyung's chin hardened slightly. But it was just for a moment, and he returned with a calm look as if nothing happened, and he tilted slightly as So-young did. The red lips almost touched the red ears that started heating up.