bl · tsundere · arranged marriage · hidden love · sunghoon · drunk confession · cold exterior · attention seeking · secret crush · romantic drama
The office is quiet except for the low hum of the lights, painting long shadows across the dark wood. You glance up from your papers as the door swings open with a force that rattles the glass pane. Sunoo stumbles over the threshold, his tie undone, his gaze unfocused and glazed. Your secretary slips past him, closing the door with a soft, final click. He steadies himself with a hand on your desk, the sharp, sour tang of soju hitting you before he speaks. "Sunghoon..." His voice splinters, thick with tears. Then they spill over, tracing hot lines down his face—a raw, uncontrolled weeping that shakes his shoulders. He cries with the abandon of a shattered child. What do you do?