Junyoung’s playful remark made a crease form between Beomjin’s brows. He shook his head.

“Running away… That was your doing, wasn’t it?”

“And? Did you not like it?”

She leaned closer, her question drawing a quick glance from him, his frown deepening.

“Can’t even answer, huh?”

Junyoung chuckled softly, watching as he clamped his mouth shut and checked the side mirror. Turning her body toward him fully, she tilted her head and asked, “Was your trip to the hotel today just a coincidence?”

“If it wasn’t?”

Beomjin’s reply came slow, his lips curling into a slight smirk.@@novelbin@@

“Do you think I went there knowing you’d come out with Na Seungwoon?”

His tone carried a subtle sharpness, almost like an accusation. Junyoung blinked, taken aback, before realizing how tense his jawline and tightly set lips looked. Then she burst into laughter.

“What are you even thinking? Me and Na Seungwoon? I was just delivering documents.”

“Sure. Someone who was in Busan until yesterday suddenly shows up at a hotel at this hour, hand-delivering documents. I didn’t know you’d taken on the role of Na Seungwoon’s personal secretary.”

His cool murmur didn’t meet her gaze, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Junyoung’s lips curved into a smile as she watched his profile, feeling a tickle in her chest.

When the car slowed at a red light, she took the opportunity to yank her seatbelt tight, leaned over, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

Startled, Beomjin whipped his head toward her, his eyes wide.

“What the hell are you doing?”

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