After the terribly long day that was yesterday, Jumin was glad when he woke up on his simple, comfortable bed without the massive headache he gained after all the stress he went through.

He held his head, eyes still closed as he tried to wake up fully. Elizabeth the Third walked inside the room as was usual of her; elegant, beautiful and astute. She leapt into the soft mattress and curled up like a ball next to her owner, who smiled softly and petted her head.

Well, yesterday wasn't so horrible after all.

Jaehee had been there by his side the whole time and… that felt quite comforting.

Jumin heard his cellphone ring and he snapped back to reality. "Who could be calling now?" he wondered aloud. "Could it be from the office? Work doesn't start until an hour." Picking up the call, he wasn't exactly glad when he heard Luciel's voice from the other line.

"Jumin! Jumin!" the energetic redhead exclaimed, sounding excited.

"What?" the Executive Director asked while happily caressing Elizabeth the Third's back, to which she responded by purring just as happily.

"Isn't today the charity run?!" he inquired, "The day all the employees of your company race against each other in a relay race?! And the winning price is to feel proud over the fact you helped some sick kids?!"

"Yes, Luciel, everything you said is correct." Despite his maturity, Jumin couldn't help but roll his eyes. "What's your point…?"

"This is a perfect opportunity to conquest Jaehee's heart!" Luciel shouted his lungs off, sounding completely confident in his plan. At hearing Jumin hum from confusion and surprise on the other side of the phone, 707 proceeded to explain.

"When Jaehee's running around, you can go cheering for her with posters and applause and all that! And then, when she wins the race, cause Jaehee will, you can go running towards her like, 'I knew you would win all along, babe!' and then you hug her and you kis—"

Jumin hung up on Luciel when he got another call; normally he wouldn't do something as rude as that, but then again, the caller was Jaehee herself.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Han?! Are you okay? Does your head still hurt?" Jaehee's rushed voice boomed, clearly concerned for him. "If it still does, I can go to your penthouse and bring you some medicine, work doesn't start until an hour."

Jumin chuckled softly; it was so cute. "I'm fine, Assistant Kang, but thank you for being so caring," he told her gently, finally getting up from bed. "Instead, you probably should be worrying about the race. Are you ready for it?" He smiled at her even though she wasn't present.

"Of course! I've trained during all my spare time! I won't fail you!" she said, sounding incredibly determined.

"I would say good luck, but I don't believe in such superstitions, so instead…" Jumin told her, making Jaehee a little bit puzzled: where was he going with this?

"Have fun racing." He finished amusedly. "I know you won't need any help winning."

Jaehee was glad Jumin couldn't see her right at the moment, because she was blushing. "Oh… Um, thanks, Mr. Han."

Jumin finally reached the blinds darkening his bedroom and pulled them open, letting the wide French windows fill the place with sunlight. "See you at the race, then."
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"And so the annual C&R International relay races, a kind-hearted charity work for the pure benefit of children's hospitals, begins!" a cheerful announcer who was especially hired for the day informed, setting the mood for everyone participating.

The whole office staff had arrived at the closed gymnasium they were going to use for the run, and everyone was flexing their limbs or practicing with other peers for the sake of doing well.

Jaehee was no different; she didn't want to disappoint Jumin, since she was his representative in a way. She was dressed in a white sports shirt alongside sunflower yellow shorts like everyone else and eagerly stretched an arm over her shoulder.

Meanwhile, Jumin was sitting in the very top of the stadium, contemplating his assistant from above. She took off her glasses since they would only bother her while running and somehow, her short brown hair was styled differently; meant to help her win as well.

He sighed blissfully, taking in her image when he was interrupted by none other than Seven sitting right beside him as a guest.

"Hey, hey, Jumin!" the man with glinting lenses shouted, asking for his attention. "Why did you hang up on me? It hurt my feelings…!" he whined almost jokingly.

"I apologize. But it was necessary," Jumin answered absent-mindly, taking his silver eyes back to Jaehee.

"Anyway, how are you going to conquest Jaehee?" Luciel questioned, sounding serious for once. "Remember you need to get married before next month arrives or you'll lose her."

"Seven…" The raven-haired man's eyes widened, focus returning to the redhead. "I'm starting to believe you're just trying to trick me." His previous expression changed into one of anger. "I'm not Yoosung, you know."

"No, really! Where would you get such an impression?!" Luciel dramatically put a hand on his chest, feigning hurt. "I just want to help you and Jaehee, fellow RFA members, find happiness!"

Jumin's orbs narrowed with strong doubt, but he decided to brush it off; since if Seven was really just pranking him, he'd make sure to get revenge that was three times worse. "What do you think I should do…?" he asked Luciel, not looking at him.

"Easy! You should—"

Jumin instantly lost connection with Seven's words as soon as he noticed a strange change of scene occurring downwards: Jaehee wasn't alone anymore, and instead a male employee, Jin Seon, was approaching and having a close conversation with her.

Jaehee was smiling back at him while speaking, though she didn't seem very interested, while the man of auburn hair seemed very, if not extremely interested in her.

Something inside Jumin went off against his own will and a heavy, unpleasant feeling settled in his chest. He glared daggers at the flirty man and leaned further forwards as if to listen to their conversation, though to his disappointment, he still wasn't able to.

"...And that will totally win over Jaehee, believe me! Let's put the plan into action!" Seven fistbumped into the air, not realizing until that very moment Jumin wasn't listening to him. "Aw, come on!"

"The race finally shall begin! Watchers, hold onto your seats, and runners, get into your shoes!" The announcement caught the Ceo-in-line by surprise, as all the participants got into line, Jin barely a few centimeters apart from Jaehee, while she awkwardly stared at him.

"Do they really need to stand so close together?" Jumin huffed with a pout, crossing his arms in disdain.

The whole race Jumin was intently focused on how Jin brushed up against Jaehee's running figure while she repeatedly apologized for it, not noticing his intentions.

At the end, Jaehee and Jin ended up together as a team and the two, left and right foot tied together, were able to reach the finish line first with exploding cheers in the background.

While Jaehee was open-mouthed from all the hard exercise, Jin swiftly took a hold of her hand and lifted it up into the air alongside his with a grin; declaring themselves champions.

"He dares!" Jumin growled under his breath, crossing his fingers between each other in front of his face and glaring even more intensely at the boy.

Jaehee glanced back at the man holding her hand, more confused than anything.

"We did a good job, Jaehee!" He smiled at her joyfully like he had the whole day, still holding her hand upwards. "I'm glad I got to team up with you!"

"Hm, well…" She smiled sheepishly, glancing at him. "I'm flattered."

Jin laughed carefreely. "I hope we get to do it again…" he admitted, letting go of her hand and fidgeting nervously with it. "Hey, Jaehee, um, if you want… Would you like to go out—"

Jumin unconsciously got up from his chair, feeling too restless to just sit back while this terrible situation unleashed. But as soon as he got up, he distractedly slipped in a puddle of soda Luciel had spilled all over the floor, falling on the hard ground with a merciless thud.

"Mr. Han! Did you get hurt?!" Jaehee immediately shouted worriedly, hastily rushing over to his hunched body. "I'm sorry, Mr. Seon! I need to help him!" She gave Jin an apologetic bow before continuing her run.

"Ugh…" Jumin groaned deeply, closing his eyes shut. "As if this day could get any worse…"

"Mr. Han! What's wrong?" his assistant asked, panting, and finally arriving towards him. "You fell pretty hard…"

"It's nothing," he told her coldly, attempting to get up from the slippery floor by himself as if to prove it… but failing miserably.

"Well, it's clearly something if you're unable to get up!" Jaehee retorted, putting a hand on her hip and pointing the other at him.

"I'm fine! I don't need your help. You can go talk with Seon if you wish for it!" he said, waving his hand to dismiss her.

"What? You're obviously hurt! I don't know why you're trying to hide it, or why you're involving Mr. Seon out of the blue." The woman of short, radiant waves leaned down and grabbed a hold of his foot despite his childish grumbling.

She quickly took off his dress shoe and sock to the check for the injury. "Oh, no… It looks swollen…" she remarked with strong concern. "We should get out of here so I can check better. I have some ointments in my bag that should work."

"Come on," Jaehee told him before going for his hand and putting it over shoulder so she could help him walk over to his car. "I'll tell Driver Kim to take us to your home."
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"Hmph," Jumin huffed stubbornly, not wanting to admit how badly his left foot ached; to the point he wasn't even able to walk to correctly and instead had to lay on the long couch inside his living room like a lazy, useless person.

At the same moment, Jaehee walked in holding a bag with ice inside and and some ointments. She sat down on the couch next to Jumin and got to work. Silently, Jaehee had her mind focused on helping him, while his was focused on her.

"Congratulations for winning the race, Assistant Kang," he expressed sincerely, though still looking away. "You did a perfect job, as usual, except…" He trailed off.

"Except what?" Jaehee asked, setting the ice pack over his injury.

"Except… did you really have to be so close with that Seon man the whole time? It's unethical and inappropriate." He stared at her with a serious, stoic face.

The puzzled woman raised an eyebrow. "I don't see how so?"

"Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable if a man stood so incredibly close to you?" he questioned, arms crossed. "It's harassment."

"I don't think it is, Mr. Han. And to answer your question, no, I don't feel uncomfortable," she defied, crossing her own arms.

"Really? Even if he's standing this close?" He scooted over towards her, shortening the distance between them as if to prove the point.

"No," Jaehee affirmed, still unmoved.

"Oh. Even this close, Assistant Kang?" Jumin moved even closer, to the point they were sitting barely centimeters away.

Jaehee's honey-colored eyes widened slightly, but she immediately hid it, pretending she didn't care. "No, I don't mind."

"How about this close?" Surprising both of them, Jumin swiftly grabbed Jaehee's arm and held it over him, accidentally causing his body to fall on top of hers in the couch.

Suddenly, they both went speechless, staring at each other with eyes as wide as plates for what seemed eternal. That's when they realised the situation they were in… but they still weren't able to say anything.

"Um… Mr. Han?" Jaehee managed to squeak out with embarrassment; her cheeks were burning pink.

Jumin finally snapped out from his daze and immediately got off her, coughing and clearing his throat awkwardly. "I apologize… I… got carried away." He tried to hide with his hand how he was blushing, too.

"Well," Jaehee began fidgeting with the edges of her slightly oversized t-shirt nervously while neither of them could meet gazes. "I should get going, then. Err…"

She got up, turning her face towards him with a shy smile. "Have a good night, Mr. Han."

Jumin heard her close the door to the penthouse before leaving and sighed ashamedly, feeling the heaviness of his actions sink in. "Why in the world did I do that…?" he asked himself, regretting he couldn't do anything right.