http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiUxaYTqrjg

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Finally, you and Junhyung arrived at his apartment. You paid the driver with your own money and dragged Junhyung all the way into the elevator. You pressed 22 and rested against the railing. *This is too tiring.*

The elevator stopped. You dragged Junhyung out and led him to his apartment. You pressed in his password. You had memorized it by heart now since you took his drunk home too often. The door clicked open. You pulled Junhyung inside.

“Waa!” You suddenly lost your balance as he stumbled forward. Right then, his eyes fluttered open. Hazily, he looked around, “What’s going on? Where am I?”

“Your home.” You muttered, annoyed.

Junhyung heard you and looked your way. His lips curved up in a dazed smile, “Aww, it’s Heebin, my coordinator!” He pinched your cheeks.

“It’s ~~~~~~~~~~.” You corrected, getting more ticked off by the second. How many times had you told him your name? You had worked loyally for him for 3 years. Wasn’t it time that he had learned your name?

Junhyung waved the matter away, “Of course. Welcome to my home. Sit down.” He pulled you down on the sofa.

*I’m the one that brought you.* You watched him look around.

“Where’s the beer? Or better yet, wine? You like wine, don’t you? Girls tend to like wine. It fits the mood better.” Junhyung chuckled drunkenly.

*And you said you weren’t good with girl