The Senior’s Schemes
"Long time no see?" The teasing tone in his voice was exactly the same. At first, he had thought that tone was sarcasm, not a joke. "Nice car." He had imagined countless times what expression he should make if they happened to meet again, whether he should greet her, or pretend not to know her and walk past. "Aren’t you even going to say hello to your senior? What a rude junior." "...We’re not close enough to greet each other." "And now you’re being informal too." None of those imagined scenes included a face that sneered like some lowlife thug. "You’ve got it good, Yunseo." "What?" "You’re riding in a nice car, too." He glanced at the emblem on the steering wheel and snickered again. "Must be pretty free these days." "What?" "Dating men and all." Yunseo looked at him in disbelief. The word “free” didn’t fit Han Yunseo at all. Just how fiercely had she lived for that word to sound so out of place? "Our Yunseo’s going to get busy for a while." "What are you talking about?" At those words, Do-hyeon casually brushed the dust off his suit and leaned his upper body down. Yunseo pulled back. "Here. This is your sky. The direction you’re supposed to serve." Illustrator: Maybejin
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