70 - Conflicted

It was the quickest shower Jia had ever taken. By the time she  tumbled out of the bathroom, she had scrubbed herself pink, and her clothes clung to damp skin that she hadn't quite finished drying off. But how could she worry about such minor things when Atlas was right there in the apartment? Honestly, how had that even happened!

She was still half-hoping that Jisu had been joking, when she spotted an all too familiar figure sitting up straight on the couch. Her eyes darted down to the black socks on his feet. He’d taken off his shoes, and somehow he looked ever so at home despite the small size of the room. It was as disconcerting as it was surprisingly pleasant.

But besides that, it was embarrassing to wonder what he must be thinking about the place. His penthouse unit was easily twice as large. As a matter of fact, the entirety of the apartment could fit in his spacious office at headquarters, too. With the four of them all congregated in the tiny space,