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– Jihun had been conscious of her presence from the instant she entered the room, glancing over the edge of his shoulder with a timid laugh. “Yeah, I-I’ll do that.” The boy leaned forward to clean off the final section of the table, biting his lip and lifting a brow. “How has your day been so far? Am I doing an o-okay job?” He tends to talk an awful lot when he’s feeling anxious.

california was such a different world compared to her lifestyle in south korea. she felt so exposed walking around wearing a bikini while random men catcalled her. being exposed and capturing the attention of men with yellow fever wasn’t the appalling part of this whole new world, it was the flaring hues of the sun caressing her skin. a tanner skin color that would be her new facade, and the growing dislike for her visuals in south korea.

[ Protective ! ]

even if she was almost entirely stripped down and resting underneath light cotton sheets with a portable fan blowing on her face, her whole body was radiating heat like a pan that had just come out of the oven. hanmi’s eyes stay closed as she endures the pain for minutes longer before she looks up at her company.