The Dinner Date Chaos..

The restaurant Ji-woon chose was an elegant, quiet place with low lighting and private booths—perfect for escaping the watchful eyes of their co-workers. For the first thirty minutes, everything went surprisingly smoothly.

​"I have to admit," Su-ho said, picking up a piece of sushi. "I half-expected you to take me to a place that required a formal dress code. I was terrified I’d have to wear a tie."

​Ji-woon smiled, leaning back against his seat. "We spend enough time in ties at the office, Su-ho. Tonight is supposed to be relaxing."

​As if on cue, the universe decided Su-ho had been coordinated for far too long.

​As he reached for the soy sauce, his sleeve caught the edge of his water glass. In a split second, the glass tipped over, sending a small tidal wave straight across the table. Su-ho panicked, grabbing a cloth napkin and trying to block the water, but his frantic movements only succeeded in knocking his chopsticks right off the table and sending them bouncing into the aisle.

​"I am so sorry!" Su-ho groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I promised myself I wouldn't do this tonight."

​Ji-woon didn't look annoyed at all. Instead, he quietly caught Su-ho's wrists, gently pulling his hands away from his face.

​"Look at me," Ji-woon said, his tone incredibly gentle. "If I wanted a perfect, quiet dinner where nothing unexpected happened, I wouldn't have asked you out. I like the chaos, Su-ho. It means you're here."

​Su-ho’s heart skipped a beat, his cheeks instantly warming up at the sincerity in Ji-woon's eyes. The embarrassment melted away, replaced by a soft, fluttery feeling that made the rest of the noisy restaurant completely fade into the background.

​"Besides," Ji-woon added, a playful glint appearing in his eyes as he picked up a fresh set of chopsticks. "It gives me an excuse to feed you myself since you no longer have chopsticks...

The summer night air was crisp and refreshing as they left the restaurant. Instead of heading straight for a taxi, Ji-woon suggested they walk along the brightly lit riverfront path. The city skyline reflected beautifully off the water, creating a quiet, romantic backdrop far away from the chaotic energy of Visionary Corp.

​"Thank you for dinner," Su-ho said, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he walked alongside the taller man. "And, you know... thanks for not judging my lack of coordination."

​Ji-woon stopped walking, turning to face Su-ho under the soft glow of a streetlamp. "I told you, Su-ho. I don't mind it at all. In fact, it's probably the most genuine part of my day."

​Su-ho smiled, looking down at his shoes to hide the blush rising on his cheeks. Before he could say anything, a stray bicycle zoomed past them on the path, catching them both off guard. Instinctively, Ji-woon reached out, grabbing Su-ho’s arm and pulling him safely out of the way.

​The sudden movement brought them chest-to-chest, echoing the moment from the elevator weeks ago—but this time, there was no anger, no ruined suits, and no corporate pressure.

​Ji-woon didn't let go. His hand slipped down from Su-ho’s arm to securely hold his hand, their fingers intertwining naturally. He looked down at Su-ho with an intensity that made the younger man's heart race.

​"The launch project ends next week," Ji-woon murmured, his voice low and steady. "But I don't want us to end when the project does."

​Su-ho looked up, his eyes bright with excitement. "Are you saying you're stuck with me, Chief?"

​"I certainly hope so," Ji-woon replied, a soft smile breaking across his face as he squeezed Su-ho’s hand, guiding him gently down the path as they walked together into the night...

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