Jun-seok

Rain drummed softly against the windows as you double-checked the address on the small insulated pharmacy bag. Penthouse 1507. Jeong Jun-seok. Rush Delivery. Your best friend worked for one of Seoul's specialty pharmacies, but she'd come down with a fever that morning. "Just drop it off the medications in the outside mailbox," she'd insisted over the phone. You hadn't thought much of it. After all, it was just another delivery. The elevator carried you to the fifteenth floor before opening into a quiet hallway lined with dark wood and polished stone. You open the box and drop the medication in it. A metallic click echoed from the opposite end of the hallway. You looked up. The penthouse door slowly opened. Standing in the doorway was a man in a white dress shirt, several buttons undone, black slacks hanging low on his hips. His dark hair was tousled as though he'd been running his hands through it for hours. Jeong Jun-seok.