Control Com
Park Sung-ho
I wish someone would give me a hug
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Late at night, a quiet sigh descended into the CEO's office.
"under…"
Park Sung-ho is just looking at his phone until he gets a call from Kim Yeo-ju, who has been out of contact for hours.
Even though she knows that her texts have been read and ignored, there must be dozens of missed messages on Kim Yeo-ju's phone.
The next morning, Kim Yeo-ju checked her phone for the missing time. She had been out partying with her friends at a club the night before without Park Sung-ho knowing, and came home drunk late at night. She was hungover, but seeing Park Sung-ho's missing time log made her mind clear up. The one word that came to Kim Yeo-ju's mind was:"It's fucked."
Even though he was drunk and out of his mind, Kim Yeo-ju could vaguely sense that Park Sung-ho was already upset because he ignored the phone call and ignored the text.
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Todok.-
Kim Yeo-ju didn't have the confidence to call Park Sung-ho, so she sent a text message saying, "He fell asleep as soon as he got home."
And as soon as it was sent, 1 disappeared. Did Park Sung-ho wait all night for Kim Yeo-ju to contact him? Kim Yeo-ju's spine shivers at the sight of 1 disappearing in an instant.
Somehow I made a plan to meet at a cafe and went to the meeting place. Leaving Kim Yeo-ju's house, I kept my churning mind in check until I popped a hangover cure in my mouth. Trying not to show that I'd been drinking, I put on a lot of makeup and perfume and headed to the cafe looking as sober as possible.
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As they approached the meeting place, Park Sung-ho's silhouette began to appear through the café window. Sitting with his chin resting on his hand and one leg crossed, it was unmistakably Park Sung-ho. His expression seemed more composed than usual, a feeling even from outside. That aura was so chillingly oppressive that Kim Yeo-ju likely couldn't step foot into the café.
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Ding.-
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As soon as Kim Yeo-ju entered the cafe, her eyes met with Park Sung-ho's, who was staring intently at her and asking, "Are you here?" She could already see Park Sung-ho's pissed off expression. His expression was cold, and the indifferent "Are you here?" he spat out seemed to be crushing Kim Yeo-ju to the ground.
“Tell me,” Park Sung-ho asked, as if offering her a chance. It was as if he was asking her to explain her whereabouts last night in a way he could understand, and that he would judge later. But Kim Yeo-ju would not open her mouth without noticing.
“I said I fell asleep right after work yesterday..~”
"…okay?"
Kim Yeo-ju was always looking for a way to evade the accusation. She thought there was nothing good to come from telling Park Sung-ho that she had secretly gone to a club. But Kim Yeo-ju's short-sightedness was also evident in the fact that Park Sung-ho wasn't the kind of man who could be easily manipulated.
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"23:00 sharp, 000… 1:24, 000…"
Park Sung-ho looked down at the phone in one hand and read something as if reciting it. Kim Yeo-ju flinched. She was dumbfounded by Park Sung-ho reciting the names of the clubs and bars he had been to the night before, one after another, at intervals. The thought suddenly occurred to her, “How could he know this?” Only after seeing her phone’s location blinking on the map screen of the location-tracking app that Park Sung-ho was holding up did she face it. “…I was wrong.” Kim Yeo-ju immediately backed down.
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“Do you have to be cornered like this to be able to assess the situation?” Park Sung-ho asked, suppressing the cold anger that was seeping out. Kim Yeo-ju had nothing to say. She knew she was wrong. She couldn’t even look Park Sung-ho in the face.
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Knock.-
“Come out, I’ll finish this later.” Park Sung-ho grabbed his tie, looking uncomfortable, and stood up. He dragged Kim Yeo-ju to the parking lot. He was going to put her in his car and head home. Kim Yeo-ju, who was being obediently led by Park Sung-ho’s hand, realized that she wouldn’t be able to go back to her own house for a while.
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Ah… I wish someone would write something like this…
Who would want to take down the obsessive control freak Park Sung-ho?
I'm not talented by nature, so I desperately want someone to write for me.
I'll wait.
please🙏🥺