Snow and Ice || 태국

Old classmate

Taehyung was brought to a conference room on the third floor.

Manager Ok pushed open the door and gestured him to go in. Taehyung felt that there was something odd about the whole situation but before he could make sense of what was going on, Manager Ok suddenly gave him a gentle push. Just like that, he was pushed into the room.

"I just remembered that I still have something on. I'll head off first. You two have a good chat." On saying this, Manager Ok did not even give Taehyung a chance to react before he closed the door with a thud.

"Hey..." Taehyung was baffled.

He turned and swept his eyes across the conference room.

The room was square and rather large. With its simple furnishing, the entire room felt extremely spacious. In the middle was a conference table and at the end of this table was a French window. Its grey curtains were drawn open and through the clear window panes, one could see an open space with trees and pedestrians.

In front of the French window was a black executive chair. A person was sitting on this chair.

Right now, this person sat facing the French window, leaving Taehyung with a back view of his head.

How pretentious. Taehyung silently scoffed in his heart.

"Hi," Taehyung called out.

The chair slowly, slowly turned before it finally faced him.

That person was wearing a white tracksuit and had short hair that did not reach past his ears. As he was back facing the sunlight shining in from the window, his face could not be seen that. However, Taehyung took one look and was slightly stunned for a moment. He thought this guy is really good-looking!

His face was fair with well-defined and symmetric features. He also had a piercing gaze and the way he held himself was clean, poised, and confident.

He was sitting there quietly while basking in the sunlight, looking as if he was surrounded by a warm golden halo. The scene gave one the same feeling as viewing an oil painting—gentle, refined, and somewhat inexplicable.

Taehyung repeated herself, "Hi."

He briefly acknowledged Taehyung's greeting with an "mm". In an unhurried tone, he asked, "You're my new assistant?" His voice was deep and resonant like the notes from the gently plucked strings of a qin. It was exceptionally pleasant to the ears.

Taehyung puffed out his chest. "Uh-huh."

He earnestly nodded before appraising Taehyung, "How dark."

Taehyung: "......"

Taehyung was a little embarrassed and hurriedly explained, "I just came back from military training. I'll be fairer in a while!"

He did not remark on this and instead rose and walked towards Taehyung.

When he stood up, Taehyung realized that this person was extremely tall. He took slow and measured steps with his hands clasped behind his back. With every step towards him, the figure in the sun grew taller and taller. There was an almost imperceptible sense of being oppressed. It was just like a string with its two ends being pulled in opposite directions. With every tug, the string became tighter and tighter, till it was so taut that it would snap at any moment.

Taehyung began to feel nervous. He straightened his shoulders, swallowed his saliva, and gazed at him.

That person walked closer and closer. Taehyung could already see his features.

Then, he was unexpectedly disconcerted: This person looked familiar!

That slant of his eyebrows, that nose, and that particular set of eyes that were like large round almonds with a narrow double eyelid fold. It was an eye shape that looked suave without being flamboyant. This pair of eyes were framed by long and thick lashes so dark they seemed to have been dipped in ink. It was like the feathers that one could pluck from a black Silkie baby chick... Ah, he once described someone this way before, just who was it...