Yu jin's POV
When I ran out of the building, I didn't even know what I was doing. My slippers were half-on, my jacket wasn't zipped, I didn't even take anything with me, except my phone that was in my pocket. Park Min was already in his car, one hand on the door handle, like he was seconds away from escaping the entire mess I was about to cause.
"Park sir!" I shouted. My voice came out louder than intended.
He turned, his hair already speckled with rain. "Yu Jin?"
"Don't go yet," I said, breathless. "I need your help."
He frowned, glancing toward the apartment. "Help with what?"
"Woo Min. "
"And you came to me because…?"
"Because you owe me," I said, marching straight to the car. "Remember that hangover I fixed? You owe me one. Consider this the universe collecting interest."
He stared at me for a second like he was calculating how stupid I sounded. Then he sighed and unlocked the passenger door. "Get in before you drown."
