Our Glamorous Time( A Vsoo adaptation novel by Ding Mo)

"You dared mess with me? Upset now?"

In such a noisy night, the man's scornful and gloating voice was like a sharp knife, lancing Jisoo's eardrum. Her acrimony was like a wild animal trapped inside her body, about to burst at any moment.

But she held it in.

When your enemy has just beat you, but you can't retaliate, what should you do?

At the very least, don't give him the impression that he has successfully gotten to you.

Jisoo stayed silent while holding the phone.

...

On the other end of the line, Sehun was surrounded by debauchery, gripping his phone and smirking.

He was really looking forward to Jisoo's reaction.

Unexpectedly, the other end remained silent. Not even the noise of breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a chuckle. The tone was very light, as though someone was sneering.

And then she hung up the phone.

Women around Sehun started to give him a toast, but Sehun pushed them away. He put down the phone and took a sip of his drink, feeling bitter and bored.

He had specially asked those people to slap her-not too harshly, but enough to give her a warning.

And then he had just waited there in satisfaction after phoning her. Tears? Fear? Maybe even some exasperation and shouting? All the different reactions he had expected.

But none of them happened.

This woman always knew how to make him feel uncomfortable.

...

Jisoo sat in the chair on the balcony with her arms around her knees. She could still feel the burning sensation on her face and the tears that fell on the back of her hand. She stared at the dim starry sky; memories flooded her vision.

She remembered first coming to Layover for an interview; the company had been thriving and the people there had all been inspiring. And she had held so much faith in this new job back then.

She also recalled the day when the crisis public relations conference had been successfully held. In the frigid winter air, Taehyung had carried her on his back, striding across one puddle after another, and then gave her a lukewarm glance. "When did I say that I was the security manager?"

The day when Taehyung had taken office with a high profile often came to her mind. When they had gotten the request for the tender document, she remembered how Taehyung, who was always silent, had sternly said, "If we can get this project, we can catch a break and prepare for future battles." Everyone on the scene, including her, had been emboldened by his speech.

She thought about the focused days everyone had intensely concentrated on preparing the bidding document. One time, as she walked out of the project team office, the two newly-graduated women from the manager's office had asked her, "Ms.Kim, what are our chances?" Their eyes had been full of hope but their voices full of dismay.

She had nodded her head, beaming, "Highly likely."

Jisoo had once heard that an army burning with righteous indignation was bound to win, but they had just suffered a crushing defeat.

And with this thought, she burst into tears. After crying for a while, she looked down at her phone and became furious.

She yelled at her phone, "Go to hell, Oh Sehun!"