Perhaps that was why he didn’t think about the way he felt right this second. Jumin set his pen down for the seventh time in the last twenty minutes. His hand fell to the phone in his pocket. It had already been a few hours since he last saw you. Perhaps he should text you and check in?
No; Assistant Kang would surely scold him for getting distracted in the middle of work. He should at least finish signing off the document before him, he figured, and reward himself with checking up on you afterwards.
He picked the pen back up. Another signature here, there, and…
Surely he could at least check in on you, right? It would only take a secon