Jiyeon stood in the middle of their lavishly furnished living room, suitcase open but barely packed, looking over at Yura, who sat on the couch, her phone glued to her hand as usual. Jiyeon's patience was already wearing thin.
"Are you seriously still working?" Jiyeon asked, her voice dripping with disbelief. "I thought the whole point of this trip was to take a break."
Yura glanced up from her phone, eyebrow raised. "I'm delegating. That's still part of the process."
Jiyeon rolled her eyes, tossing a shirt haphazardly into the suitcase. "You've been delegating for the last hour. At this rate, we won't even make it to the airport before you decide to cancel the whole thing."
"Relax," Yura said, voice calm but laced with that familiar CEO iciness. "I'm almost done."
"Famous last words." Jiyeon sighed, leaning on the suitcase. "You know, I'm starting to think you're scared of this whole vacation thing. Afraid you might actually enjoy it."
