The chaos at the booth had thinned into uneasy silence by the time the man in the tailored suit arrived. He was slightly out of breath, his tie loosened, a slim document case clutched in one hand. Clearly he had rushed here straight from an office, unaware of what awaited him.
The secretary froze when his eyes landed on the frail figure lying against Joon-ho's knees.
"Chairman!" His voice cracked, sharp enough to draw heads in the crowd. He nearly dropped his case as he hurried forward, stumbling once before regaining his composure. His normally neat hair was mussed, sweat glistening at his temple.
Joon-ho glanced up briefly but didn't let his hands falter. His fingers pressed steadily at the old man's temples, coaxing circulation. His other palm anchored against the Chairman's chest, guiding his shallow breaths into something steadier.
"Don't crowd him," Joon-ho said evenly. His tone wasn't loud, but it carried an authority that made the secretary freeze mid-step.
