Gin even though from a distant, saw that Jeno hurriedly met and hugged the girl so tight. That made Gin even wander and never thought that she's starting to get jealous. She's now comparing herself to the girl. "Well she's tall, white and blonde but did she really know Jeno is such a playboy?," she's started talking to herself. She's observing also every detail the girl made and most Jeno's reaction. The last thing that came to mind is that is she his girlfriend?
From her desk, Gin's eyes wandered to the office door just in time to catch a glimpse of Jeno and the striking woman. To her surprise, Jeno hurriedly met the woman with an enthusiastic embrace, pulling her into a tight hug. The sight was both unexpected and unsettling.
Gin's heart skipped a beat, a sudden pang of jealousy tightening in her chest. She hadn't anticipated feeling this way, but now she couldn't tear her eyes away. She found herself comparing the woman—tall, white, and blonde—to herself. "Well, she's tall, white, and blonde, but did she really know Jeno is such a playboy?" Gin muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper.
Her gaze was fixed on the scene unfolding before her. She observed the way Jeno's face lit up, his demeanor softening in the woman's presence. The casual intimacy between them made Gin's mind race. Every detail seemed amplified—the way Jeno's arms wrapped around the woman, the way they laughed together.
As she watched, another question began to gnaw at her. "Is she his girlfriend?" The thought surfaced, persistent and unsettling. The possibility that Jeno might be involved with someone else—especially someone who seemed to hold such a significant place in his life—sent a wave of insecurity through Gin.
She tried to focus on her work, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Jeno and the woman. Each new detail she noticed only deepened her curiosity and unease. The office seemed to close in around her, and she could no longer ignore the knot of jealousy tightening in her stomach.
As Gin wrestled with her feelings of bitterness and jealousy, she decided it was time for a change of scenery. With her birthday approaching and the emotional weight of the morning lingering, she resolved to take a week off to regroup and find some clarity. She needed a break from the office—and perhaps from her tangled emotions.
Steeling herself, she walked briskly to Jeno's office, trying to push aside her insecurities. She knocked gently before stepping inside, her eyes momentarily meeting the striking woman's, who offered a polite smile before turning her attention back to Jeno.
"Hey, boss," Gin said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the turbulence she felt inside. "I would like to ask your permission to take a leave for a week, since my birthday is coming up."
Jeno glanced up from his conversation, his expression neutral yet attentive. He gave a brief nod of acknowledgment. "Of course, Gin. You've got it."
Gin felt a pang of disappointment at how little Jeno seemed to react, as if her request was just a small detail in the grander scheme of things. The casual manner in which he agreed left her feeling somewhat dismissed, but she tried to shake it off.
The woman in the room simply continued to smile, her focus still on Jeno, seemingly unaffected by Gin's presence or request. The scene felt almost surreal to Gin as she made her way out of the office, her request granted but her mood still clouded by a mix of envy and introspection.
As she left, Gin couldn't shake the feeling that she needed this time away not just for her birthday, but to clear her mind and reassess what she wanted from her time at the office and from her own heart.
Feeling the weight of the morning's events, Gin decided to escape the office for lunch. The bright afternoon sun felt like a welcome distraction from the tension she left behind. She hoped a change of scenery might clear her mind, but her thoughts were far from calm. As she walked to a nearby café, her mind raced with questions and doubts.
Why had Jeno's demeanor shifted so suddenly? Was it because of the woman who had been in his office? The question gnawed at her, her thoughts tumbling over one another. She was haunted by the contrast between Jeno's casual, almost distant reaction to her leave request and the intimate, warm exchange he shared with the woman. It was as if there had been an unspoken shift in their relationship dynamics, and Gin was struggling to understand her place within it.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized that confronting Jeno about her feelings and the change in their dynamic was not a simple option. For one, she had never explicitly acknowledged or responded to Jeno's previous gestures, which left her in a precarious position. Additionally, her own strictness and professional boundaries had set a tone that made it difficult to broach personal matters without risking her own composure and reputation.
As she sat down with her lunch, Gin's thoughts continued to churn. The café's lively atmosphere did little to dispel the swirl of confusion in her mind. She found herself unable to fully enjoy the meal, her gaze often drifting out the window, lost in contemplation.
She knew she needed to find a way to address her feelings and the shifting dynamics, but the uncertainty and the delicate balance she had maintained made it hard to know where to start. For now, she could only hope that time away would offer the clarity she sought, both about her feelings for Jeno and about the unexpected role the woman might play in their lives.
But who's that girl really? Gin have met so many woman of Jeno but this is the first time she saw that girl. She's so white no wander she came from abroad. All that Gin could do now is wander about that woman and hate Jeno all the more for being such a playboy.