"Hmm, do you know anything about it?"


Mark asked but at the same time, he typed in the name on his computer; and Jinyoung bent to have a closer look at it. His face was just a little bit away from Mark's.


He pointed at the screen, saying, "Hot and rising nowadays. But not a very old one. Started only ten years ago..."


Mark tried to focused on what Jinyoung was explaining; but the latter's scent and soothing voice near him was distracting him.


"...creative as well. Let's see a video of their advertisement," Jinyoung clicked on one video, and continued talking about the stunning points in it.


Mark tilted his head to look at Jinyoung, instead, and noticed that Jinyoung was again with the shirt all buttoned.


He took a mental note that he would mention it to Jinyoung latter, but not now as Jinyoung was so into his suggestions and explanation.


For a moment, Mark forgot anything else, and let his eyes travel over Jinyoung's defined features. He had seen Jinyoung's face up close a couple of times, and something was nudging him to touch it this time. Seriously, if Jinyoung had not been so near him, he could have focused more on the video displaying in front of them.


"...Do you think it'll be okay for our brand?" But no answer came, so Jinyoung tilted his head to look at Mark.


"Are you listening to me, sir?"


"I tried to," he saw Jinyoung letting out a sigh, and a smile appeared on his lips. "Don't worry. I'll watch it myself again."


"If it is okay, then I'll just go and continue my work."


"No, just a moment," Mark's hand stopped Jinyoung's back from straightening up. Then, subtly, his hand travelled lower and settled on Jinyoung's waist.


Jinyoung did not notice it, as his mind was all lost in Mark's eyes, which were captivating his.


How long that eye-contact lasted, they did not know, losing track of time. That was until the sound of the door opening interrupted it and made them separate in an instant.


Mark removed his hand, clearing his throat, and Jinyoung stood up straight as well.


Both of them thought it was Mrs. Young but Gayoon was standing in the doorway.


Jinyoung moved to leave, but Mark held his wrist to make him remain there.


"Gayoon, what do you want again?" asked Mark, impatience evident in his voice.


"Mark, are you still angry with me?" She sat down on the chair in front of the table, and took a look at Jinyoung with disapproval in her eyes.


"I'm sorry, Mark. I wanted to apologise to you. Please don't stay mad at me, Mark."


Mark was not certain if it was sincere or not, but he wanted to dismiss her as soon as possible.


"Okay, then. I'm not mad at you, but it doesn't mean I'm withdrawing the words I said to you on that day. If that's all, you can leave now. Sorry, I can't give you time today as well."


She was not satisfied with Mark's response, both Mark and Jinyoung knew it.


"Let's meet some other time when you're free, then."


"Well, honestly, I can't say for sure."


She bit down her lip in anger, and glared at Jinyoung, who was not looking at her.


"But I'm sure, we'll meet next time, Mark." She stood up, and with her sharp eyes on Jinyoung, "Have fun with your secretary, as for now, then," said she, with sarcasm, before leaving for the door.


Mark shook his head when the door was closed and Gayoon was out of sight.



In the cafeteria at the lunch time, and even after work, everyone was talking about the company dinner party, which was celebrated in September every year.


It was, however, the first time for Mark. It was always celebrated in the famous hotels; and this time, it was going to be in the party area of 'Golden Palace Hotel'.


He knew it was an important occasion, for all the employees to build their relationship, with the warm atmosphere.


"I'll come and pick you up tomorrow for the dinner. We'll go there by my car,"Mark said to Jinyoung, when they were at the car parking.


"I see, thanks, sir. I'll get myself ready at about 5pm," said Jinyoung, as it was at 6pm tomorrow. "See you tomorrow then."


Mark nodded, and looked at Jinyoung leaving to his own car.


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