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[Say yes] - [Loco]

The flower shop was quiet that morning, the kind of calm that invited a serene start to the day. Sunghoon stood by the counter, carefully inspecting the arrangement before him—a mix of soft pinks and whites, delicate lilies intertwined with sprigs of baby's breath. The faint floral fragrance filled the air, but he barely noticed; his focus was entirely on the bouquet.

"Make sure it gets delivered to this address," he said, handing the florist a small card with the details. His voice was calm, but there was a barely-contained excitement behind his words.

The florist smiled knowingly. "A special someone?"

Sunghoon didn't answer, but the slight curve of his lips was all the confirmation needed. He tucked his hands into his pockets, glancing once more at the bouquet before stepping out of the shop.

His phone buzzed just as he was about to unlock his car. He answered without checking the caller ID, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "Yes, Mom?"

Yejin's voice came through, sharp and curious. "What's got you in such a good mood this early? Did you win the lottery?"

Sunghoon chuckled, leaning casually against his car. "Not quite."

"Don't tell me..." Her voice dropped to a suspicious tone. "It better not be that witch, Iseul."

At the mention of Iseul's name, Sunghoon's expression softened, though his jaw tightened at his mother's choice of words.

"Mom," he said warningly.

"I'm serious! Even a donkey doesn't fall into the same dung twice. Haven't you learned your lesson with her?"

"Don't call her a witch," Sunghoon replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Be nice to her."

There was silence on the other end, followed by an exasperated sigh. "You're hopeless."

"Maybe," he said with a smirk, glancing at the time on his watch. "But I have somewhere to be."

He ended the call before she could respond, slipping his phone into his pocket. A rare smile lingered on his lips as he slid into the driver's seat.

The thought of seeing Iseul—of hearing her laugh, of watching her eyes light up when she was flustered—filled his chest with warmth. He hadn't realized how much he missed her until now, the anticipation bubbling quietly within him.

He glided into the parking lot with practiced ease, the sound of tires crunching against the asphalt breaking the morning quiet. He adjusted the steering wheel, ready to settle into a prime parking spot near the entrance, when a sudden roar of an engine shattered his focus.

Another car darted into the lot, its wheels screeching as it swerved dangerously close to Sunghoon's vehicle. It screeched into the adjacent spot with reckless abandon, rocking the ground beneath them.

Sunghoon's fingers froze on the steering wheel as his car rocked slightly. His irritation flared instantly. He threw open his door and stepped out, his sharp gaze locking onto the offending car.

"Careful!" he barked, his voice laced with restrained anger. "We almost got into an accident!"

The driver's door swung open slowly, almost arrogantly, and Sunghoon didn't need to see the man's face to know who it was. Sungchan stepped out, smoothing his suit jacket with an infuriatingly casual smirk plastered on his face.

"Relax," Sungchan drawled, shutting the door with a deliberate slam. "You upset I took your spot?"

Sunghoon crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. "Talk to the valet," he snapped, his tone sharp. "They'll find you a spot that matches your manners—or lack thereof."

Sungchan chuckled, leaning lazily against his car as though the whole world were his playground. "The entire parking lot is mine. I'll park wherever I want."

The smugness in his tone sent a jolt of fury through Sunghoon. His jaw tightened as he took a step forward, his towering presence radiating authority and disdain. "Stepping over boundaries... how typical of you," he said, his voice dangerously low. "But let me guess—you think this childish display will impress Iseul?"

At the mention of her name, Sungchan straightened, his casual demeanor cracking for a moment. He sneered, his voice hardening. "I don't need to play games to win her over. Iseul will choose me because I'm better for her. I'm honest, more caring—unlike you. I've never hurt her the way you have."

Sunghoon's eyes darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. "She's mine," he said, each word clipped and brimming with finality. "And I don't need to remind you of that."

Sungchan stepped closer, the space between them charged with animosity. "Sunghoon, she's not your property," he hissed. "She has the right to choose. And you know what? She'll choose to be my secretary—just like she'll choose me."

The words hit their mark, igniting a firestorm of rage within Sunghoon. His shoulders squared, his fists curling so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The controlled businessman was gone, replaced by a man ready to unleash his fury.

"You arrogant bastard," Sunghoon said, his voice a low growl. "You're delusional if you think you stand a chance."

Before Sunghoon could take another step, Changbin appeared, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Enough!" Changbin barked, stepping between them. He placed a firm hand on Sunghoon's chest, holding him back. "This isn't the place for whatever this is."

Sunghoon glared over Changbin's shoulder, his chest rising and falling with barely restrained fury. He adjusted his jacket, his voice cold and cutting as he addressed Sungchan.

"It's Mr. Park to you from now on. Got it, Sungchan?" His tone dripped with venom, the words landing like a slap.

Without waiting for a response, Sunghoon turned on his heel, walking away with a commanding presence, leaving Sungchan bristling in his wake.

Sunghoon strode into the Marketing Department, his earlier confrontation with Sungchan completely erased from his mind. His sharp gaze softened the moment he spotted Iseul standing near her desk, surrounded by the soft hues of the bouquet he had sent her.

For a man so used to keeping his emotions locked away, the sight of her was like a key turning, unlocking parts of himself he hadn't even realized were there.

She was radiant, her head tilted as she leaned into the flowers, inhaling their scent with a dreamy smile. On her desk lay an open box of chocolates, and she delicately popped one into her mouth, her lips curving in delight as she savored it.

Sunghoon felt a giddiness bubble up inside him, a sensation so foreign it almost startled him. He approached her quietly, his lips already curling into a smile. Without thinking, he leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against her cheek.

Iseul jumped, startled, but the moment her eyes met his, a warm flush spread across her cheeks. "Sunghoon!" she whispered, half-scolding, but her grin gave her away.

He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him. "What?" he teased, his voice low and filled with affection.

She stood to face him properly, but before she could say anything, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She smelled faintly of vanilla and flowers, and he wanted to drown in it.

"I missed you," he murmured, his voice barely audible as he buried his face in her hair.

"Stop," she protested lightly, pressing her hands against his chest, though her tone held no real conviction. "What if someone sees us?"

Sunghoon pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her eyes. There was a spark in his gaze, something mischievous and entirely unguarded. "Let them," he said simply, his voice warm but firm.

Before she could respond, he dipped his head again, pressing another kiss to her cheek. This time, she giggled, swatting at his arm as though she could actually push him away.

"You're unbelievable," she said, shaking her head, though her cheeks were flushed with the same giddy happiness that radiated from him.

Finally, he stepped back, his hands still lingering on her shoulders as he took in her flushed face. His eyes darted to the flowers on her desk. "Do you like them?" he asked softly, almost shyly, a rare vulnerability slipping through.

"I love them," she said, her voice warm as her smile widened. "But the chocolate is my favorite."

Sunghoon blinked, his brow furrowing slightly. "What chocolate?"

Iseul paused, her fingers brushing over the open box on her desk. She looked at him with a mix of uncertainty and confusion. "The chocolates," she said slowly, lifting the box. "Didn't you send them?"

Almost on cue, the door to the department swung open, and Sungchan stepped in with his usual easy confidence. His eyes immediately sought Iseul, and when he spotted her, his smile widened. "Iseul," he called, his voice warm and teasing. "Do you like the chocolates?"

Iseul's eyes widened in shock. She stepped away from Sunghoon so fast it was as if she'd been burned, her movements stiff and sudden. Her gaze darted between the two men as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Uh... yes," she stammered, nodding quickly. "Thank you."

Sungchan seemed pleased by her reaction, taking a step closer. "I'm glad," he said smoothly, his eyes lingering on her for a moment too long "Did you have a chance to think about the position I offered you?"

Before Iseul could answer, Sunghoon's voice cut through the room like ice. "Iseul already has a job," he said, his tone sharp and possessive.

"Yeah," Sungchan shot back with a smirk, "an internship."

Sunghoon's jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. His voice was low and cold when he replied, "Iseul will be leading a project, Sungchan. That's what I'm talking about. You can keep your empty offers to yourself."

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken challenges as the two men stared each other down. Sunghoon's glare was like a storm, and Sungchan's smug expression only seemed to fuel his anger further.

Iseul, who had been quietly nibbling on a piece of chocolate to avoid the escalating conflict, finally sighed. She set the box of chocolates down with deliberate care, drawing the attention of both men.

"Thank you both," she said firmly, her voice cutting through their standoff like a blade. "For being so... considerate. But I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions." Her tone was calm but laced with an unmistakable edge.

Sunghoon's gaze softened slightly as he looked at her, while Sungchan tilted his head, still wearing that infuriating smirk.

"Now," Iseul continued, gathering her files and pressing them to her chest, "if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

With that, she turned on her heel and strode toward the elevator, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. The two men watched her go, each silently stewing in their own thoughts.

As Iseul entered the elevator, her shoulders sagged with relief—finally, a moment to herself. But before the doors could fully close, a hand shot out, stopping them in their tracks. Her breath hitched, but the tension melted when she saw who it was.

Sunghoon stepped into the elevator, his presence filling the small space instantly. He was close—too close. Their noses were almost brushing, and she could feel the faint heat radiating off him.

"The rain stopped, and the night is over," he said softly, his voice low and teasing. "You must've thought a lot."

Iseul met his gaze, her lips curving into a small smile. "Yeah," she said lightly. "I thought a lot."

"Then give me an answer," he murmured, his tone suddenly serious.

"An answer..." she echoed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she tilted her head. "Hmm, I don't know. Maybe—"

He didn't let her finish. Sunghoon inched closer, his gaze locked on hers, his breath ghosting over her lips. Her hands shot up to push against his chest, but her strength was no match for the intensity in his eyes.

"Sunghoon, the door is about to open!" she warned, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Sunghoon's hand darted out, pressing the emergency stop button. The elevator jerked to a halt, and he leaned closer, his forehead almost resting against hers. "Iseul, come on. Answer me. I'm going crazy here."

Her heart hammered against her ribs, and she couldn't stop the small, nervous laugh that escaped her. "Sunghoon, you're being ridiculous—"

The elevator doors suddenly reopened, catching both of them off guard. In a panic, they shoved away from each other with an exaggerated force, as though physical distance could erase what had just happened.

Standing outside the elevator was a junior employee, clutching a file and looking utterly baffled by the scene. Iseul scrambled to compose herself, her face flushed.

"Y-Yeah, Mr. Sunghoon, sir," she stammered, desperately pretending nothing had happened. "I wrote it down, and the report is ready."

"Good job, Miss Iseul," Sunghoon replied stiffly, his voice strained as he refused to meet the employee's eyes.

The poor junior's gaze darted between them, their odd behavior impossible to ignore. But before they could comment, Sunghoon brusquely stepped out of the elevator, his ears flaming red as he adjusted his suit jacket.

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