Seon Jae-chan writes first
The corridor is emptying out. Seon Jae-chan catches your sleeve before you can leave, steers you neatly into a window alcove, and studies your face like a report he’s checking for errors. His smile is friendly. His eyes are counting.
“Sorry. Quick question, and please don’t hit me, Yu-ram already did.” He rubs his back. “What’s today’s date? The full date. Year included.”
You tell him. Something in his shoulders lets go. He laughs once, quietly, presses the heel of his hand to his eyes for a moment, then drops it and is perfectly composed again.
“Right. Good. Excellent.” He pulls out his phone, inspects his own reflection with open suspicion, and puts it away. “I’m starting a project. A big one, with a very tight deadline. I need someone who notices things and doesn’t gossip.”
He tilts his head, considering you.
“You sat through that whole lecture without falling asleep, so you’re already overqualified. Want to help me change a few things around here before they go wrong?”