"Look at her, still wearing that Ceo clothes like she's some kind of loyal devotee," one coworker sneers. "Did she sleep with the CEO or something?"
Another chimes in, "I heard she's just a desperate climber, trying to get ahead by any means necessary."
A third coworker snickers, "That CO shirt is way too big for her. She looks like she's drowning in it. And what's with the short skirt? Trying to distract everyone from her lack of skills?"
The comments grow more vicious, with some even speculating about her personal life and relationships. The girl's face burns with embarrassment and anger as she tries to ignore the hurtful words.
sucy eyes widen as she realizes why everyone's staring at her. "Wait, is it because I'm wearing the Ceo shirt?" she thinks to herself.
She looks down at her outfit, feeling a mix of confusion and embarrassment. "Why are they staring at me like that? I just wore the Ceo shirt because...because..." She trails off, unsure of how to explain herself.
She tries to recall the conversation she had with the CEO earlier that day and also at night. Had she said something wrong?
if it is why they are looking at me.i also need to stare at my self because i also don't know why i am wearing it
sucy's mind is a jumble of questions and doubts as she tries to make sense of the strange looks she's getting. She wishes someone would just explain what's going on...
'are you into the ceo' yuri asked .
gross .why would someone like that pervert ceo .
'i am not into anyone.'
'oops'she utter.her once gloomy face shine with joy .she moved with beautiful smile on her facen
so she like him uh,same to others..they didn't know that their ceo is a pervert and a gay ..
sucy's face is a canvas of emotions. At first, her expression is contemplative, lost in thought as she reminisces about the previous night's events. Her eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and her lips are pursed, indicating a mix of curiosity and concern.
As she recalls the details, a subtle, knowing smile begins to spread across her face. Her eyes sparkle with amusement, and her cheeks flush with a hint of embarrassment. The corners of her mouth curve upward, revealing a faint, enigmatic grin.
Her reaction is a delicate balance of surprise, delight, and perhaps a touch of mischief. It's as if she's savoring a secret, merelishing the memory of something special that happened the night before. Her smile is infectious, making you wonder what could have triggered such a captivating reaction...
last night .....
'you are not my type 'he announced with his eyes closed
'same .you are not my type and would never be ' Despite the sucy's blunt rejection, yoongi expression remained neutral, his only reaction a slight raise of his eyebrows and a casual 'Oh really'."
'hmm.You are not' she confirmed shaking her head why is he coming dont he know i am tying just a towel
Yoongi stood confidently as he approached Sucy. She looked up at him and said, "I'm not interested, you're not my type." But Yoongi didn't back down. Instead, he took a step closer to her, his eyes locked on hers.He placed his hand on the wall beside her, his arm brushing against hers. "Am I really not your type?" he asked, his voice low and smooth. He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers.Sucy's eyes darted back and forth, her breath catching in her throat. Yoongi's lips were almost touching hers, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin.Suddenly, she looked up at him with a hint of uncertainty and said, "I...I don't know."
Yoongi smirked, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips. Sucy's eyes narrowed, her face inches from his.Sucy smirked back, her eyes flashing with defiance. Yoongi chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.With a sudden movement, Yoongi stepped back, his smirk fading into a neutral expression. "You know what? I'm not into any girl " he said, his voice casual.Sucy's eyes widened, her face falling as she realized Yoongi was walking away.
she was right he was really a pervert.
sucy eyes gazed blankly into space, her mind consumed by thoughts she desperately tried to shake off. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her lips were pursed in a subtle expression of distress.As she sat, her hands fidgeted restlessly in her lap, betraying her inner turmoil. Her breathing was slow and deliberate, as if she was trying to calm herself down.Despite her efforts, her mind continued to wander back to the same thoughts, like a persistent whisper she couldn't silence. Her eyes would occasionally flutter closed, as if she was trying to shut out the world and gather her thoughts.But even as she tried to compose herself, the tension in her body remained, a testament to the turmoil brewing beneath her surface.
why cant i stop thinking about that pervert...
***
The Ecoboat Gold, a picturesque Korean destination, was abuzz with romantic energy. Couples strolled hand-in-hand, their faces aglow with happiness as they posed for photos in front of the breathtaking scenery.The atmosphere was lively, with the sound of gentle chatter and soft laughter filling the air. As people snapped photos, the clicking of cameras and the flashing of smartphones created a sense of excitement and joy.Amidst the crowd, Mimi and Namjoon stood out. Mimi, with a bright smile, held out a delicate pastry, offering it to Namjoon. He, with a charming grin, accepted the treat, his eyes locking onto Mimi's as they shared a tender moment.As they savored the pastry, Remeon, a gentle melody, floated through the air, adding to the romantic ambiance. The sweet harmony seemed to match the rhythm of the couples' heartbeats, creating a sense of togetherness and love.
' i love you'mimi said with love pondering on her eyes
'i love you too'namjoon spoke
The crowd around them cheered and clapped, urging Mimi and Namjoon to continue their romantic gesture. As they obliged, the atmosphere grew even more electric.
As Mimi and Namjoon shared a tender moment, a girl with striking features appeared, disrupting the romantic atmosphere. Her name was Alva, and she was a vision of beauty. Her lips were painted a vibrant pink, and her long eyelashes framed her summer dark blue eyes. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, with loose strands framing her face.
Alva's presence was met with a mix of emotions. Mimi's eyes narrowed, her face a picture of displeasure. Namjoon, taken aback by Alva's sudden appearance, looked at her with a mix of surprise and annoyance.
Alva, seemingly oblivious to the tension, approached Namjoon with a confident stride. "Namjoon, you're really something else," she said, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "I didn't know you were into public displays of affection."
Mimi's face turned red with anger, her eyes blazing with fury. She tried to intervene, but Alva cut her off. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in being part of this little love triangle. I quit."
Namjoon looked taken aback by Alva's sudden outburst. "Alva, what are you doing here? Please leave."
Alva's expression softened, and she looked at Namjoon with a hint of nostalgia. "Sorry, Namjoon. I didn't mean to cause a scene. It's just... you were my high school crush."
Mimi's anger boiled over, but she remained silent, her face a picture of rage. Namjoon looked at Alva, then at Mimi, before speaking up. "Alva, there's nothing between us. I'm sorry."
The air was thick with tension as the three stood there, each lost in their own thoughts. The sound of the Remion melody still lingered, but it was now a poignant reminder of the complicated emotions that had just unfolded.
Mimi's eyes blazed with anger as she confronted Namjoon. "Namjoon, I thought you said Alva was just your friend and secretary from high school. What's going on here?"
Namjoon tried to explain, but Mimi cut him off, her voice shaking with emotion. "You're a consultant, but she's always around you. I don't understand."
Namjoon tried to reassure Mimi. "She's not into me, Mimi. She's just my high school friend. It's you I'm into, not her."Mimi's face crumpled, and she pulled her hand away from Namjoon's. She stormed off towards Alva, who was watching the scene unfold with interest.Mimi confronted Alva, her voice trembling with rage. "Why are you here? Why do you like him?"
Alva smiled sweetly. "I don't like him, Mimi. He's just my high school friend. And I'm not going anywhere. Namjoon and I are friends, and there's nothing you can do about it."
Mimi burst into tears, and Alva turned to Namjoon. "Did you know she came to meet me just to ask me all these questions?"
Mimi remained silent, her tears speaking volumes. Alva turned back to her. "You're hiding something from Namjoon, aren't you? Does he even know about you?"