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MC swore that she would keep their relationship low-key in the office. A way to “uphold professionalism”, as she had earlier claimed.
But when she sees the female interns crowding around her boyfriend again, it gets difficult to hold back.
“You’re really handsome! Can I please have your number?” one girl asks with sparkling eyes.
“No thanks…” Xavier mumbles, but the girl continues to hold her phone out to him.
“The way you killed that Wanderer was so cool… I’m jealous of whoever has you as their mission partner,” another one sighs.
“Actually, I-” he starts, but gets interrupted by someone else.
“Are you single? Dating anybody?”
“Um… yea-”
By now, MC’s patience is barely hanging on by a thread.
“Actually…”
She steps past the crowd, placing a hand on her partner’s shoulder.
“He’s my mission partner,” she asserts with a tight smile.
“Oh…”
“And my boyfriend.”
He’s mine, got it?
“Ahem…”
The girl who was holding out her phone sheepishly withdraws it, avoiding MC’s piercing stare.
“Yeah, we started dating a month ago,” Xavier confirms, placing a possessive hand on MC’s waist.
“But we don’t let it affect our work.”
The girls nod, shrinking in on themselves in embarrassment. MC sighs, shaking her head as they disperse.
“Goodness… they weren’t letting you get a word in,” she grumbles to her partner.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah…”
Xavier looks a little dazed as he stares down at her.
She frowns.
He definitely looks shaken.
Reaching both hands up, she cradles his face, focusing his gaze on her.
“Hey, they’re gone now. Focus on me.”
“I am focusing on you, though,” he protests softly.
“It’s just…”
He glances to the side, flushing.
“I liked it when you called me yours.”
Aha.
A grin lights MC’s face at the revelation.
“Well, you’re mine, after all. I had to let them know, or they wouldn’t stop bothering you.”
He chuckles.
“Yeah, they’re probably busy spreading the news about us right now.”
“You don’t mind?” MC asks, tilting her head.
He blinks slowly.
“No. Not at all.”
“Do you mind? You were the one who wanted to keep things low-key...”
MC glances away, fidgeting.
“Well… plans change,” she quips.
“But I think our colleagues will be ok with us as long as we continue to behave… professionally at work.”
Her gaze turns alert suddenly, and she pokes at his uniformed chest.
“Don’t try anything funny, ok?” she warns in a low voice.
He nods, but the corners of his lips turn up in a sly smirk.
“Yeah, I’ll behave. But when we leave work…”
He leans down to whisper in MC’s ear.
“Can I come over to your apartment?”
MC flushes at the implication of his words, pushing at his shoulders.
“Move! You’re too close,” she whisper-yells, quickly attempting to put some distance between them.
But the hand at her waist doesn’t allow her to move far, and she’s forced to continue staring into his rounded, pleading eyes.
“Answer me, please?”
“I’ll give you an answer later!”
Watching the small scuffle from afar, an intern sighs.
“Yep, those two are definitely dating…”