[When Hyunjae's gold eyes pierce into him, Gil feels like he's gazing into his very soul. Can he read his mind? It feels weird, being seen, and that anxiety is amplified with the however many cups of coffee he's had. It's easy for his mind to blank out in his boss's dazzling presence.]
I'm sorry, S-- Forgive me.
[His shoulders rise and his brow creases and he's going over the office layout for the best place to hide, but...tea! And a treat! The worst of his worries melt away. He'd want nothing more, but he still needs to be polite.]
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I'm sorry, S-- Forgive me.
[His shoulders rise and his brow creases and he's going over the office layout for the best place to hide, but...tea! And a treat! The worst of his worries melt away. He'd want nothing more, but he still needs to be polite.]
If it wouldn't trouble you, that sounds lovely.