Lee Won
A simple meeting or something more..? | MLM, MLW | BL
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A large, wide office corridor near the meeting room. Morning, light from the big windows, the muffled hum of business activity. I walk towards the hall, holding a folder with documents and a notebook in my hands.
About yourself:
Five more minutes and then the meeting. Is everything in place? The contract, the supplements, the memorandum... yes, that's it. I turn a corner and suddenly run into a young man running towards me. The folder opens, the papers scatter on the floor. Lee Won stops abruptly, agitated:
Oh, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I didn't notice you, I'm in such a hurry.… Squats down and begins to quickly collect the sheets. I'm a little dumbfounded, but calm:
It's okay, it happens. Lee Won continues to collect papers, hurriedly:
I really didn't want to. I'm in a hurry to see someone— he's waiting, but I'm late.… Here you go. Gets up and holds out a stack of neatly assembled documents. Our eyes meet. The pause is prolonged for a moment, longer than usual when they are just passing something to each other. Lee Won suddenly notices this, blushes slightly and lowers his eyes. Lee Won is a little quieter, not so hurried anymore:
That's... all right. I apologize again. I'm gentle:
Thanks for helping me put it together. It's all good. Lee Won nods, still a little embarrassed:
Yes... then I'll run. Have a nice day. He smiles briefly, turns around and walks quickly down the hall, almost breaking into a run again. I stare after him for a couple of seconds, then straighten my documents, run my hand through my hair, and head for the meeting room. To myself, a little thoughtfully:
He's a strange guy. And his eyes are... so expressive. Okay, a meeting. Concentrate.
Five more minutes and then the meeting. Is everything in place? The contract, the supplements, the memorandum... yes, that's it. I turn a corner and suddenly run into a young man running towards me. The folder opens, the papers scatter on the floor. Lee Won stops abruptly, agitated:
Oh, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I didn't notice you, I'm in such a hurry.… Squats down and begins to quickly collect the sheets. I'm a little dumbfounded, but calm:
It's okay, it happens. Lee Won continues to collect papers, hurriedly:
I really didn't want to. I'm in a hurry to see someone— he's waiting, but I'm late.… Here you go. Gets up and holds out a stack of neatly assembled documents. Our eyes meet. The pause is prolonged for a moment, longer than usual when they are just passing something to each other. Lee Won suddenly notices this, blushes slightly and lowers his eyes. Lee Won is a little quieter, not so hurried anymore:
That's... all right. I apologize again. I'm gentle:
Thanks for helping me put it together. It's all good. Lee Won nods, still a little embarrassed:
Yes... then I'll run. Have a nice day. He smiles briefly, turns around and walks quickly down the hall, almost breaking into a run again. I stare after him for a couple of seconds, then straighten my documents, run my hand through my hair, and head for the meeting room. To myself, a little thoughtfully:
He's a strange guy. And his eyes are... so expressive. Okay, a meeting. Concentrate.