Fatescript

"Unexpected Visitor"

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The next morning, Jisoo’s sneakers thudded rhythmically against the treadmill belt. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, sweat trickling down her temple as she pushed herself to keep pace. Headphones nestled snugly in her ears, the song “Your Love” pulsed through her, matching the quickened beat of her heart.

Despite the burn in her legs, a smile tugged at her lips. Every few seconds, her gaze dropped to her hand, where the twin rings gleamed under the gym lights. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to take them off—not even once since last night, except when she went to sleep. Even then, she had placed them carefully on her nightstand, as though they were too precious to keep far from her.

She tightened her grip on the treadmill bars for a moment, then let go, laughing breathlessly to herself. “A diet, huh?” she murmured under her breath, remembering Tae pressing the fork of cake to her lips despite her protests. The thought alone made her cheeks warm.

The rings glittered again as she lifted her hand to wipe her forehead with the back of her wrist. The heavier one sat proudly, while the emerald-cut green diamond caught the light with every motion, reminding her of Tae’s mischievous smile when he slid it onto her finger.

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling wider, even as she grew breathless. Her reflection in the gym mirror looked almost ridiculous—sweaty, flushed, but grinning like a fool in love.

And she knew, without a doubt, that she was.

***

Two hours later, Jisoo came down the stairs, her heels clicking lightly against the marble, now dressed in her crisp office clothes. Her hair framed her face neatly, makeup soft and elegant—completely different from the sweaty girl who had been gasping on the treadmill earlier.

But elegance didn’t erase hunger.

Her stomach gave a tiny growl as she stepped into the kitchen. With a sigh, she tugged the fridge open, scanning for something quick before work. Her eyes immediately landed on it.

The cake.

Half-eaten, sitting on the middle shelf in its box, the chocolate layers still soft, the frosting still perfectly tempting.

Her lips curved into an involuntary smile as memories of last night rushed back. She reached out, her fingers hovering over the box lid, ready to sneak just one little bite.

But she froze.
“No,” she whispered firmly to herself, pulling her hand back. “Not this early. Discipline, Jisoo. Discipline.”

She shut the fridge quickly, almost too quickly—then opened it again. Her smile faltered into a tiny frown. What if someone else… ate it?

Her eyes darted toward the counter, where a notepad sat—the same one the cooks used to scribble grocery lists. Grabbing a pen, she quickly scrawled in neat letters:

“It’s Jisoo’s cake. Do not touch!”

To make sure it was loud and clear, she clipped the note onto the fridge door itself, stepping back with satisfaction.

“There,” she murmured with a proud grin, brushing off her hands as if she’d just solved a major crisis. “Safe and protected.”

Still smiling to herself, she picked up her bag and walked out, the image of the half-eaten cake lingering in her mind almost as sweetly as Tae’s smile.

***

The black sedan rolled smoothly to a stop in front of the tall glass building. The chauffeur hurried around to the backseat, pulling the door open. Jisoo stepped out gracefully, adjusting the strap of her handbag over her shoulder. Her heels clicked softly against the pavement as the morning sun glinted faintly on the rings that adorned her finger.