There probably . . . wasn’t any special meaning behind her words. But Jiyeon still took particular notice of it. She nodded, smiling as she responded softly, “Alright, then I will buy more ribs and wait for President Kim to come.”
“You don’t need to buy a lot!” Upon hearing the word “more. I can’t eat much!” she refuted.
“Then I will try and make the ribs tastier,” her smiling expression both pretty and warm.
Making the howling wind outside sound not as cold anymore.
Hyunjung looked at her. Her ears reddening. She lowered her head to straighten out the umbrella.
“Okay, I’ll wait.”
It seemed like she was a little shy again, lowering her voice in an attempt to ease the awkwardness.
It’s our President Kim's usual trick.
Jiyeon stared at her side profile and for some reason, she suddenly remembered the scene where Hyunjung was drunk that night. Pausing for a moment, she brought her pinky forward.
She even raised a brow to signal Hyunjung.
President Kim, let’s pinky promise ah?
“What?” Hyunjung wasn’t sure what she meant by this. “Are you trying to make a pinky promise with me?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Then she heard this person let out a cold “Hmph”. “You’re so old and you still want to make a pinky promise, how childish are you?”
Jiyeon knew she would say so.
She smiled in her heart, secretly making fun of her. Saying that it’s not as childish as President Kim wanting to make a pinky promise with someone while crying.
But she could only dare to think this in her heart. She couldn’t say it.
She pretended to not hear her words and continued to bring her pinky forward, her eyes curving into a crescent with a smile on her face.
The president couldn’t do anything about it. So she sighed helplessly with furrowed eyebrows before finally putting her hand out.
They hooked their fingers together, the different sensations and temperature foreign yet familiar.
Hyunjung was taken aback. A blurry picture suddenly flickered in her mind.
It was as if . . . the two of them performed this same action on some day not long ago.
She was in a daze. Taking a while before returning to her senses. Coughing lightly, she put that hand into her pocket.
She glanced at Jiyeon. And opened the door, walking forward.
But just as she was about to turn a corner to the elevator, she turned around and said, “See you tomorrow.”
A sense of familiarity suddenly struck her after she spoke those words.
And she didn’t even know the reason.
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The President Is A Crybaby
RomanceAfter graduating, Kim Jiyeon became an intern at a company. The atmosphere in the company was nice, the work was relaxing, her coworkers all took care of her, except for her iceberg of a boss, who had a dark face all day and was devoid of any human...
