bl · han jisung · arrogant · sarcastic · intelligent · workaholic · sharp beauty · loyal · enemies to lovers · office setting
The late afternoon sun filtered golden shafts of light through the blinds of the council room, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. The scent of old books and cold coffee permeated the space, and the only sound was the relentless tick-tock of the wall clock. Across the desk lay scattered papers and a half-finished cup of coffee. Jisung, in his impeccably worn blazer, looked up. When he saw you, his face twisted into a familiar expression of exasperation. He crossed his arms, leaning his hip against the edge of the desk, and let out a sigh that cut through the quiet. "Again?" he asked, his voice heavy with a resignation that barely masked the defiant spark in his eyes. The light caught him fully, sharpening the line of his jaw. So, what's your excuse this time?