CHAPTER 11 – Enough With The Explanation (Part 2)

191 centimeters tall and 83 kilograms. Loafer size between 46.5 and 47.

Those were the measurements Seo-yeon remembered about Dojun. Not only that, she had transferred all the details from the notebook of the previous designer, Choi Jihoon, about Dojun’s head circumference, shoulder width, waist circumference, chest circumference, and the lengths of his arms and legs into her own notebook.

While she only needed to bring the newly received clothes and accessories, she meticulously matched a few accessories and belts to ensure everything was flawless.

There were dozens of ties she rummaged through to find the one that suited Dojun. The shoes for the charity bazaar were not available in his size, so she had to contact the headquarters separately to get them.

Listening to the comment about taking it easy, she felt a bit frustrated.

What was even worse was that there was no way to refute it. The truth was she had intended to pass by without taking new measurements, relying solely on the records left by the predecessor and some simple questions.

I’m going to take new measurements so that you don’t say that again.

With such determination, Seo-yeon took out a measuring tape. Childish as it may sound, she didn’t want to make mistakes in her work, and she didn’t want to be criticized for it.

“Is it okay if I stand here?”

Dojun asked as he stood a step away from Seo-yeon. Seo-yeon took out color chips, pattern chips, notebooks, and pens from her bag, laying them out on the table before answering.

“Yes.”

Glancing at the table, Dojun looked at his watch and chuckled before asking,

“I start work at 8 am, will you be able to make it?”

“I will do my best to make it.”

Seo-yeon replied calmly. She picked up a tape measure and stood next to Dojun, then began to explain.

“As you may recall from working with designer Choi Jihoon last time… Basic measurements are taken initially, waist circumference and weight are checked monthly…”

“Enough with the explanations.”

Dojun interrupted Seo-yeon. He rolled up his sleeves slightly and said.

“Let’s get started.”

Their gazes met in the air. Dojun’s eyes, bathed in the morning sunlight, gleamed with a transparent brown hue. They were eyes filled with a relaxed smile.

Are you finding this situation amusing? Is that why you’re acting like this? 

Seo-yeon stared at Dojun’s bright eyes for a moment before responding,

“Then, let’s start with the waist measurement.”

Seo-yeon wrapped her arms around Dojun’s waist.

Rustle, rustle. A tingling sound followed her movements. With her arms around Dojun as if hugging him, Seo-yeon wrapped the measuring tape around. After touching the crossing point of the measuring tape with her fingertips, she confirmed the measurement.

“Next, I’m going to measure your chest. Please spread your arms wide. Thank you.”

As Seo-yeon spoke, Dojun spread his arms wide. Then, slowly opening his eyes, he said,

“You don’t have to thank me for everything.”

“Yes, sir.”

Seo-yeon replied dutifully, but Dojun looked like he didn’t like it. Seo-yeon didn’t care and wrapped the tape measure between his armpits.

The top of Seo-yeon’s head almost touched Dojun’s chin. 191 centimetres. She thought he was tall when she saw it on the paper, but facing each other like this made it feel more real.

“Lee Sehyun, I thought you said you were going to sort him out.”

The voice came from above Seo-yeon’s head as she crossed the tape measure. Seo-yeon looked up, and Dojun raised and lowered one eyebrow as if he had only asked her a casual question.

Their eyes met, too close for comfort. Dojun’s eyes were almost too bright to look into as he stared up at her from a distance that was almost touching.

Seo-yeon checked the numbers on the intersection and took a step back before answering.

“Yes.”

Dojun smirked at the boring answer. Then, as if savoring the answer, he muttered.

“Yeah…… lol.”

And then he chuckled again, finding something amusing.

I’ve sorted it. I will sort it out. I’m planning to sort things out.

Was this the kind of response Hwang Dojun wanted? 

But Seo-yeon didn’t offer any further explanations. She thought he was asking why they met again when she said she was going to sort it out. But there was no reason or need to explain to Hwang Dojun.

Although they met to wrap things up, in reality, there was nothing left to organize or discuss. The existence of Lee Sehyun had become less significant than dust in an instant. When seen from a distance, it became so clear.

Sehyun’s heart was reveling in a taboo relationship. Haewon’s loose heart is open to anyone. The foolishness of her own heart, which judged someone to be good just by looking at the conditions and sincerity. They were never meant to last.

“Sir, there’s been no change in your size.”

Seo-yeon stated calmly. Without any further questions, Dojun lowered his arm. Seo-yeon turned away to bring the clothes she had neatly organized on the rolling rack in front of Dojun.

“I’ll show you the prepared outfits. Please let me know if there are any you don’t want. And here’s a suit hanging separately. I thought it might be nice for you to wear it at the charity bazaar on the 31st.”

As Dojun scanned through the clothes, his gaze fell on the last suit. It was a deep navy suit with a subtle sheen.

“Let’s try this one on.”

“Yes.”

Seo-yeon pulled it off the hanger. After taking off the jacket and handing him the shirt, she turned away as if she thought he would change clothes right there.

Dojun smirked, grabbed the pants, and walked to the bedroom. After putting on a shirt and pants, he came out into the living room and Seo-yeon stepped forward and said,

“Let me assist you.”

Dojun nodded and stood straight as Seo-yeon lightly buttoned up the top button of his shirt, raising her heel slightly. 

Through the high window starting from the ceiling, the morning sunlight thinly filtered down, casting a gentle glow on Seo-yeon’s neck. The clear light shone on her shoulders and ears as she buttoned up the vest. A soft fragrance emanated subtly as she moved.

Dojun quietly looked down at Seo-yeon. Seo-yeon was fiddling with the ends of his sleeves, slipping on cufflinks. Her touch was careful but calm and skillful.

“Let me try on the tie. Sir, could you please lower your head a bit?”

Dojun obediently lowered his head. Seo-yeon’s gentle touch continued. Her fingertips, as if about to touch but not quite, brushed lightly against Dojun’s body as she crossed, twisted, and pulled the tie in a series of fluid motions.

Dojun remained silent as Seo-yeon moved silently. There are moments when it feels like a strange illusion. Moments that felt like time had stopped, flowing slowly. The images that form on your retina are strangely unreal. Right now was one of those moments.

The sunlight was blinding and dust floated through the air. Everything seemed frozen, with only Seo-yeon moving calmly. Her breathing. Gaze. Movement. In the silent space, only Seo-yeon stood out distinctly.

“Let me help you with the jacket.”

Seo-yeon’s voice shattered the thin, glassy air. Seo-yeon’s expression remained stoic as she pulled the jacket off the hanger.

Dojun briefly gazed at Seo-yeon before slipping his arms into the navy double-breasted jacket she held out. After putting on the shoes she handed him, Dojun walked to the entrance where a full-length mirror stood. Seo-yeon followed, looking at him in the mirror.

“How do you feel? Is everything okay? Any discomfort?”

Looking at Seo-yeon reflected in the mirror, Dojun inquired,

“What color is the tie?”

“It’s burgundy.”

Nodding, Dojun scanned his reflection in the mirror. The outfit fit perfectly as if tailored for him. It also made him exude the aura of a successful businessman. Checking the time on his wrist, Dojun said,

“It’s time to head to work. You can go now.”

Looking at Seo-yeon in the mirror, Dojun said. Whether he liked it or not, Seo-yeon suppressed her curiosity and replied,

“Yes, sir.”