Sora's POV
"It's alright, Yeongjae," I said lightly, forcing my voice to sound steadier than my heartbeat. "I know why you did it. We don't have to talk about it. Let's just… forget it and move on."
I shifted the gear into reverse before he could argue, before he could say something that might make my chest cave in—or worse, flutter.
He didn't respond right away.
The silence lingered as we pulled out of the parking lot, heavy and charged, the kind that hummed with words left unsaid. I could feel it in the way he sat beside me, rigid, like he was rehearsing a sentence he wasn't sure he was allowed to finish.
And I was right.
Halfway home, he finally spoke. "Sora, I just want you to know that I—"
*Ring*
The sudden chime from my Bluetooth speaker cut through the moment like a savior from heaven. I flinched and glanced at the dashboard. Micah's name flashed on the screen.
"Hold on," I said quickly. "It's one of my staff."
I answered the call. "Yes, Micah?"
