Youngjae stood in front of Daewon’s room. He glued his eyes to room number 167. He would try to knock on it, but his fingers would freeze. Then he would put his hands on his waist and drop his gaze to the floor. After five seconds, he would look up and sigh. He has been going on like that for an hour.

It startled him when the door opened.

“Oppa. How long have you been there?” Min Jee asked as she examined him from head to foot. His office uniform was ironed without a single scratch and folds.

“Oh. Um. Just now,” Youngjae said while avoiding eye contact.

“Are you...