Taewoo sat at his desk, the early morning light filtering through the window. In front of him laid the signed contract, Mingwa's neat signature clearly visible on the last page. He stared at it for a long time, his expression unreadable, his fingers tracing over the ink as if trying to find something he had missed.
A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. It was done. The fake relationship they'd maintained for the past month or so was officially over.
On paper, at least. He had no hold over her now. No more excuses to be in her life, to text her or check in on her.
But then, what had their relationship even been?
It was a question he couldn't quite shake. They hadn't been together for long, and yet, in that short time, he'd found himself drawn to her in ways he hadn't expected. What started as a convenient arrangement had somehow shifted into something… more. Or at least, he thought it had.
