Yu Jin
I was halfway down the hallway, thinking about breakfast, when Woo Min appeared with those broad muscles holding his mug, now he just dropped it.
"Going somewhere?" His voice was low, casual, but there was that tilt in his head.
"Work," I said, trying to keep it simple.
He didn't move. I tried to sidestep him, but he grabbed my wrist lightly, just enough to slow me down.
"You always move like you're late for a fire," he said, smirking. "Relax."
Before I could answer, he was already juggling two small balls he pulled out of his pocket. He tossed them, caught them, twirling around me like it was a private show. My brain short-circuited somewhere between I need to leave and why am I watching this?
"Woo Min…" I said, but my voice sounded small even to me.
"Do you see?" he said, catching both balls at once and holding them in one hand. He stepped closer. "This is how moments like this happen. Unexpected and interesting."
I blinked. "Interesting?"
"Yes. That. Look at your hands, your face, your heartbeat."
He dropped the balls. One rolled under the table, but he didn't move. Instead, he stepped in even closer. So close I could feel the heat from his body. My mind panicked. I couldn't focus.
"Min what's going on?," I asked, trying to laugh, but it sounded weird.
"Is there?" He tilted his head again. His hand brushed against mine when he picked up a ball from the floor, and that was enough to make my stomach flip.
I tried to step back, but his presence pressed against me like gravity. My pulse was fast, and my chest felt tight. He leaned a little, just enough that the smell of his soap hit me, the warmth of him so close I couldn't think straight.
"Do you… want me to stop?" he asked, though I wasn't sure if he meant the juggling or just him.
He laughed softly. "I could stop. But then you wouldn't learn anything."
"Learn… what?"
He shrugged. "Nothing you think. Maybe everything you feel."
I froze. Confused, angry, and entirely aware of my own breathing. He stepped back a little, just enough to give me space but not enough to let me breathe freely.
"I'm going to be late," I said, trying to push past him again.
"I like that you're flustered," he said, voice low. "You understood the assignment."
I swallowed hard. "I… don't know what you're doing."
"Exactly." He grinned. "You don't have to know. That's the point, now implement everything I just taught you on Park Min."
And then, just like that, he was done. He tossed the balls back in his pocket, leaned against the doorframe with casual ease, and looked at me.
"You see? That's how romantic situations happen."
I blinked. My brain short-circuited. My pulse was still running in circles. "You… what?"
"I said, that's part of the lesson. You just didn't realize it yet."
"What the actual hell?" I asked with a grin
He shrugged again, infuriatingly calm. "You asked and I delivered, get used to that papa."
"You're so predictable you know" I said, smirking. Then, like nothing happened, he pushed the door open for me. "Go. Go and Practice…"
I walked out feeling dizzy, my thoughts scrambled, my stomach still twisting. I had no idea what just happened, but apparently, I'd learned something. And I have to admit that was so fucking hot.
***
I finally arrived at work. At work, my desk looked normal. Safe chaos. I tried to focus. I really did. But my fingers hovered over the keyboard, mind still replaying Woo Min's closeness, his teasing, his words. I definitely needed to use them. I said biting the tip of my finger. I hope Park mi…
A coworker tapped me on the shoulder. "Park Min's looking for you."
Great.
I straightened my shirt, swallowed the lump in my throat, and walked toward his office. He was standing by the window when I entered, sleeves rolled up, casual, calm, like nothing mattered.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked.
"Sit," he said. He didn't look at me at first, just fiddled with the papers on his desk. "We need to talk about… us."
I froze slightly. "Us?"
"Yes. You. Me. Weirdness. Everything."
I pulled the chair out and sat. Too close, too far. I didn't know the protocol for "us."
"We've had a lot of uncomfortable situations," he said. "Elevators, dinners, spills, your house, kiss!. Too many moments I wish we could skip. I wanted to… move past it."
I nodded, keeping my face neutral. My brain suddenly remembered Woo Min's words. You felt it, didn't you?
The triangle method. It clicked. I had to try it. Not consciously, not rehearsed, but the movement itself, the idea Woo Min had thrown into my head suddenly made sense.
Left eye. Lips. Right eye. Slow, natural. That was the triangle method.
So I lifted my head slightly concentrating on his left eye, leaking my lips slowly. I looked down at his lips and then I moved to his right eye.
I did it.
Park Min froze mid-sentence. His jaw tightened. His breathing shifted. His hand twitched on his knee.
I kept my face neutral, pretending to listen. He moved slightly, shifting in his seat, eyes flicking down to my lips and back up. The movement was small, almost invisible but I noticed.
I almost laughed at myself. I couldn't believe I was doing this, practicing a method I only half-understood, in the middle of my office.
He coughed. "Are you… listening?"
"Completely," I said, even though my pulse was racing.
His gaze lingered on me, taut, restless. The tension in the air was ridiculous, almost unbearable. He tried to start talking again, but the effect didn't fully fade. He leaned back, ran a hand down his neck, muttered something about professionalism and focus, but his eyes never left mine for more than a second.
***
Park Min
I called him in because I wanted to apologize. Just to clear the air. Things had been awkward. Too awkward. I didn't know how to fix it.
But then he sat there, calm, and he looked at me. Really looked at me. And something in my chest flipped.
I couldn't focus. Not on the words I wanted to say. Not on the apology. Not on professionalism. Just on him. The slow triangle of his gaze, his eye, lips, eye was enough to make me shift in my seat, make my hands restless, my body tense.
What the hell was he doing?
He wasn't an omega. He had no reason to act like this. He had nothing to do with me.
And yet.
Every glance, every pause, every movement of his mouth was deliberate. And it was driving me crazy.
"What are you doing?" I finally asked, voice low, almost angry.
He blinked, feigned ignorance, looked away, shrugged. Nothing. No answer.
I just wanted to understand why the hell he was doing this because my nerves were getting tense.
I leaned back, ran a hand down my face, and realized he was too controlled.
There was just something about him no matter how hard I tried to shrug I couldn't, this was it, I definitely needed to do a background check on the guy who kept making a straight guy's heart like mine skip a beat every second.