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“Yah!! Nam Yuri, is this the best you can do?” my manager’s voice sliced through the air like a knife, as he hurled my proposal back at me. 

The thick folder landed with a thud on my desk, sending a few pens rolling off the edge.

“Write it again!” he barked, his frustration palpable.

Great. Mr. Lee is on another power trip. … All I can do in this situation is mutter an apology and bow to him. 

And.. as expected.. this appeases him.

As soon as he’s gone, I can’t help but let out a defeated sigh as I flop back into my seat.

What a day. It was like I was stuck in a creative rut, unable to escape the relentless cycle of revisions and rejections.

Back to the drawing board, I thought bitterly.

Just as I started editing the proposal, a sudden buzz from my phone jolted me upright. I glanced at the screen and saw a message from my best friend, Jisoo. 

Jisoo: I hope you didn’t forget the date tonight!

“Ugh,” I sighed, running a hand through my already disheveled hair.

Jisoo had been relentless about this — her dad and his matchmaking attempts were not her cup of tea. If anything, they had become a running joke between us.

Each time, I found myself stepping in for her, pretending to be an obnoxious date to scare off the guys. 

“Another one? This is the fourth one this month!” I quickly type back, hurrying so Mr. Lee doesn’t catch me.

“Just one more! Pretty please!” came her even more quick reply, accompanied by a string of pleading emojis.

Once home, I waste no time and head straight to my closet. I settle on a sleek, black dress that hugs my figure perfectly.

A quick look in the mirror confirmed my decision. The dress flatters my figure, accentuating my waist while the neckline was tastefully low. I did my hair in loose waves and applied makeup that enhanced my features without being too over the top.

Though I was merely a stand-in, I felt the need to dress up for the rich bastards I meet. I was determined to make my performance of being a spoiled heiress believable, if nothing else.

The trip to the restaurant was uneventful, a short train ride to the heart of Gangnam where the upscale dining scene thrived. I tapped my foot impatiently as the train rattled along, feeling the familiar mix of nerves in my stomach. 

Eventually, I found myself standing outside Les Vines, a swanky restaurant that touted its intimate atmosphere as “the perfect place for a first date”.

I couldn’t help but scoff. ... With its soft lighting and extravagant decor, it felt more like a romantic film’s set than a dining establishment.

Glancing at my watch, I realized I was twenty minutes late. .. Perfect start!

A wry smile crept onto my lips as I pushed through the heavy wooden doors.

As I entered, the warm, inviting scent of roasted garlic and herbs enveloped me, immediately making my stomach growl.

Admittedly, the soft lighting did create a romantic ambiance, casting a golden glow over the tables filled with couples whispering sweet nothings to each other.

“Table for one?” the hostess asked, interrupting my thoughts.

“No, I’m meeting someone,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in my chest. “Kim Taehyung.”

The hostess nodded and led me to a table tucked away in the back, a small oasis away from the intimate chatter.

Sitting at that table was a man with dark hair, tousled in a way that suggested he had run his fingers through it multiple times but yet it still fell perfectly over his forehead, framing his striking features perfectly. 

He wore a fitted suit without a tie, exuding an effortless charm that almost made my heart skip a beat.

It felt like time stopped. 

“You must be Lee Jisoo,” he said, his deep voice smooth like silk.

So the work of art can speak, I thought to myself. 

I mean the man was perfect. I honestly wish I had more time to admire his beauty. But it’s time for me to end this date. Jisoo is counting on it.

 “Uh — yeah, duh, that’s me,” I managed, feeling a rush of warmth creeping up my cheeks. 

“I was starting to wonder if you were going to show,” he admitted, leaning back slightly in his chair.

“Traffic was a nightmare,” I lied smoothly, taking a seat across from him. “But here I am!”

I have to remind myself, I’m here for work. 

Don’t flirt with the handsome man. Don’t flirt with the handsome man.

..Turn on the “charm”. 

I took a sip of the overpriced water, grimacing at the taste. “What is this, distilled sadness? I ordered sparkling!”

“Maybe they ran out? You know how these places can be,” he replied, clearly trying to keep the mood light.

I rolled my eyes. “I feel like I need a drink to survive this.”

“Want to order some wine?” he suggested, eyebrows raised.

“Only if you promise to drink it with me. Otherwise, it’s just me drowning alone in my sorrows, and that’s not as fun,” I replied in a sarcastic tone.

He chuckled, and I could tell he was genuinely trying to engage. “Okay, deal. But let’s not get too crazy; I still want to get to know you.”

“Right, because getting to know each other while pretending we’re not both secretly planning our escape is what it’s all about!” I shot back, smirking.

We went back and forth like that for a while, and despite my best efforts to keep the conversation ridiculous, he would respond smoothly in that deep voice of his. 

It was now time for dessert.

It was a beautifully plated slice of rich chocolate cake adorned with delicate swirls of cream and a drizzle of raspberry sauce. … This was it — the moment I’d been waiting for to really turn up the obnoxious dial. I couldn’t let the night slip away without giving it my all. The big guns.

Instead of using my fork like a civilized human, I dove right in, picking up the cake with my bare hand.

The gooey frosting smeared between my fingers as I tore off a piece and shoved it into my mouth, savoring the sweet flavor. It was messy and ridiculous.

“Hey, Taehyung-ssi!  Want some?” I offered, holding out a finger loaded with cake towards him.

I was hoping to gross him out, to see if I could make him squirm.. he only hesitated for a short moment before he laughed and leaned closer, accepting the piece of cake, much to my surprise.

He took it like a champ, casually chewing as if I hadn’t just violated every table etiquette rule in existence.

“Not bad!” he said, nodding with a grin. 

Oh, great. This guy was impossible. I had to think fast. What else don’t guys like? I scanned my mind for inspiration, and then it hit me. 

“Oppaaaaaa!” I said with a hard wink, my voice dripping obnoxiously with playful flirtation as I leaned in slightly.

“I saw a love motel on my way here! Maybe we can get a room and continue this hot night.”

I delivered the line with a mixture of excitement and fear, praying I didn’t sound noticeably nervous. 

Rich snobs don’t marry sleazy women, right?

My heart raced in my chest, my leg was shaking, and I couldn't help but bite my lip, half-expecting him to laugh awkwardly and change the subject, or better yet end the date.

But to my surprise, Taehyung merely raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. 

He didn’t flinch. In fact, he seemed completely unfazed, minus being amused.

“Wow, you really don’t hold back, do you?” he replied, his voice smooth and teasing. 

Oh god. What had I gotten myself into? I felt a flush creep up my neck as I realized I’d miscalculated the whole obnoxious act.

Instead of scaring him off, I had somehow… possibly… maybe intrigued him?

This was definitely not how I had envisioned the night going. 

What should I do!? 

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Taehyung’s POV

When Secretary Kim first mentioned the blind dates my grandfather had arranged, I thought it was a joke.

The idea of three dates a day for an entire week — 21 dates in total — seemed absurd.

But it wasn’t a prank; it was my harsh reality.

The first 20 dates blended into a monotonous routine.

Despite the varying careers and personalities, each encounter felt eerily similar.

The conversations followed the same script: “Kim Taehyung-ssi, it’s such a pleasure to meet you!” and “Our grandfathers are friends, so we should be too!”

It was like a never-ending loop of scripted interactions.

Then there was Jisoo.

Her being late nearly disqualified her in my books, but I was glad I gave her a chance. 

She’s not what I’d typically go for. I wouldn’t even consider her my type, but there’s an undeniable allure about her.

Her quirks and unpredictability are like a train wreck you can’t look away from.

It’s new to me and I can’t help but find myself genuinely fascinated by her.

Her apparent aversion to blind dates is clearly noticeable. She’s obviously trying to provoke a reaction. Her actions are clearly attempts at ending the date.

I know this. But when she mentioned love motel, I still nearly choked on my drink.

She didn’t mean it. I could see her nervousness. Her demeanor was cool and collected but in the nearby mirror, I could see her leg shaking under the table in fear. 

I struggled to keep from laughing. This must be her grand finale.

I can’t help but smirk, barely containing my amusement. There’s something endearing about her nervousness, but now it’s my turn to unsettle her.

“Wow, you really don’t hold back, do you?” I ask, leaning in with a teasing grin.

She freezes, her eyes widening. “Let’s get a room,” I continue.

The moment the words leave my mouth, she jumps up, her face flushed. “I-I-I need to take this call!” she stammers, and hurries toward the bathroom.

Her phone was still on the table and clearly hadn’t rung.

As soon as she’s gone, I burst into laughter. Lee Jisoo — she’s something else. 

My phone buzzes. I check and find two missed texts and seven unread emails. It’s the longest I’ve gone without checking it. Grandfather would be proud, I think to myself. 

Jisoo returns a few minutes later, her demeanor noticeably more composed. “That was my boyfriend,” she says casually.

“Boyfriend?” I ask, stunned once again.

“Boyfriend number two.”

“Two?” I ask dumbly. 

“I have four. I’ve gotta head out. He gets really clingy when I’m late.” And with that, she grabs her bag and heads for the door.

I barely get a chance to respond. Maybe I pushed it too far. She must have been genuinely thrown off by my love motel response. .. Cute.

On the drive home, I recount the evening’s events to Secretary Kim, who listens in utter shock.

To an outsider it definitely sounds like a dating horror story, but on the contrary, it was the opposite. Out of all the girls my grandfather chose for me, she is the one I’m most interested in.

She’s the one I will marry.

“I’ll tell your grandfather to schedule more dates,” he says, clearly assuming I want to avoid Jisoo.

“No, I’d like to see her again. Let’s set something up for next weekend.”

Secretary Kim nearly slams on the brakes.

Yuri’s POV 

I stifle a yawn as I think back to last night. Jisoo had treated me to a hearty meal of beef and drinks to thank me for my so-called heroic duties. 

This morning, all I could think about was that date.

Her other dates had been relatively uneventful, but this last one had been far from ordinary. It usually takes very little to make them flee, but Kim Tae-whatever was different— he seemed to enjoy her antics.

Maybe he was some kind of freak, I wonder to myself.

My reflections are interrupted by a new meeting notification that buzzes across mine and everyone else’s devices. The collective murmur indicates it’s a staff meeting, but I’m curious about the purpose. Staff meetings are rare. And usually we know in advance. .. Something is up.

At 11 a.m., we all gather in the building’s auditorium. The room is packed with staff from every department, senior executives, and, oddly enough, some media personnel.

The presence of the media feels unusual, adding an air of mystery.

Then, my world turns upside down. Our president steps up to the podium, and to my shock, announces his retirement. 

I didn’t care for the man much so I’m not too disappointed.

Unfortunately, the surprise doesn’t end there—he declares that his grandson, Kim Taehyung, who recently returned to Korea after studying abroad will be his successor.

The name sounds oddly familiar.

As soon as I put two and two together, I pray it isn’t so.  

But of course, it is. As the crowd parts and that familiar, strikingly handsome face appears on stage, it’s clear that it is indeed him. Kim Taehyung.

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“What did I do in my past life to deserve this?” I wonder out loud as I try to look within for any insight.

Jisoo sighs as she watches my theatrics. 

 “I can't believe Kim Tae-whatever is my new boss,” I lament for what felt like the 20th time tonight.

Jisoo took me out for beef again, trying to make amends with an "I'm sorry" meal, but I couldn't even enjoy it. … And for anyone who knows me, it’s unheard of for me, Yuri, not to relish a beef dinner. Especially a free beef dinner.

My nerves have been completely frazzled since seeing Mr. Kim earlier today.

The moment I saw that stupid handsome face, it felt like time stopped.

What if he finds out? Would he fire me? 

.. From the stories I've heard about the CEO’s grandson, he doesn’t exactly have the most forgiving temperament. A rigid stickler for the rules it seems.

Once the announcement wrapped up, I hurriedly excused myself and made a beeline back for my office.

I ducked out of sight, praying he wouldn't see me and with so many people around, I’m pretty sure I successfully managed to avoid detection.

It was a close call and I’ve felt awful about it all day.

Fortunately, the alcohol was starting to kick in, dulling my nerves a little. 

Jisoo and I were happily chatting away, trying to keep the mood light, when her phone rang.

She answered it in a drunken, excited voice, but her mood shifted quickly. I noticed it immediately. 

Her eyes went wide in fear as she looked at me. 

“What’s wrong?” I mouthed, confused.

“I’m her secretary. Please hold for one second,” she said in a professional voice. “Jisoo-ssi” she suddenly called out, catching me off guard.

Did she finally lose her mind, I can’t help but wonder. 

Suddenly, Jisoo hands her phone to me.

Immediately I try to pass it back, but she silently insisted I take it. 

I sighed and answered, “H-h-hello,” I said, trying my best to sound coherent. 

“Hello Jisoo-ssi, it’s me,” came the short reply.

“Me who?” I asked, staring at Jisoo for help.

“Kim Taehyung.”

That immediately sobered me up. I sat up straight, clearing my throat. “Ah, Taehyung-ssi. How may I be of assistance?”

Jisoo slapped her forehead. Had I been too formal? Taehyung seemed taken aback by my polite tone as well, as there was a noticeable pause before he responded.

“Yes, I, uh, was hoping to have dinner with you again. Tomorrow.”

Click!

Jisoo looked stunned. “What did he say? What happened?”

“I panicked,” I quickly admit, feeling a bit embarrassed. Before I could explain further, her phone rang again. It was him.

“He wants to have dinner tomorrow,” I whispered, as though he could overhear. 

“I thought you said you deterred him,” Jisoo harshly whispered back.

“I think this man has peculiar tastes,” I muttered.

Jisoo answered the call again and handed it back to me. 

When in doubt, play dumb. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Dinner. I’ll text you the details,” he said and then hung up.

I sat frozen. Shocked that he just hung up on me. 

I rolled my eyes. How rude. The rich jerk probably thinks he’s royalty. But as I continued to grumble, the reality of the situation hit me hard. … I had to meet with him again — the new president of my company, the CEO’s grandson.

“Nope, nope, nope,” I said, shaking my head.

Jisoo began to pile beef onto my plate. “You know my dad will kill me if we get caught, right? Unless you want to deliver my eulogy, meet with him. .. Then just end it for good this time!”

It sounds easy in theory, but I’m terrified. I don’t want to disappoint Jisoo, but I also don’t want to be caught by Kim Taehyung.

Something is definitely off with him though.

My act would’ve turned off any other man. Why is he interested in meeting again? 

Is he really a man with strange taste or does he know something already?

This isn’t good.

The following evening, I found myself seated in another upscale Italian restaurant, waiting for Mr. Kim. 

A few minutes later, Mr. Kim arrived, looking just as dashing as he had the night we first met. 

That man truly is a work of art. 

But I knew better than to be swayed by appearances. Beneath that handsome, overly-polished exterior was a man whose charm masked a rather petty disposition and an inflated ego. 

When he reached our table, his surprise was evident — likely due to the extra makeup I was wearing tonight. I was well aware I probably looked overdone, but I was determined to make an impression. My goal was to dissuade him once and for all.

Before I could execute my plan, Mr. Kim produced a thick envelope from his briefcase. My curiosity was piqued. 

“What’s this?” I asked, eyeing the envelope.

“A contract,” he replied.

I frowned in confusion. I opened the envelope and pulled out a stack of papers. The title on the top sheet caught my eye immediately: “Marriage Contract”. My confusion deepened as I looked up at him.

“I’m a businessman,” he explained. “My focus is on my career, and I have neither the time nor the energy for dating. I know you’re not fond of these arranged setups either, so let’s make a deal: we marry each other, and we both get what we want.”

“What?” I blurted out, incredulous. This felt like something straight out of a webtoon. He can’t be serious.

“I’ll concentrate on my career, and you can concentrate on… dating or whatever you please.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m good-looking, come from a respectable family — declining would be unwise,” he said.

There’s that inflated ego.

“Well, I decline!” I retorted, exasperated.

He leaned closer to me. “What’s not to like about my proposition?” he asked, sounding genuinely baffled.

“I don’t marry strangers, and you’re not my type. You look like a dingo,” I said, grabbing my bag and heading for the exit. 

I moved as quickly as I could, but unsurprisingly, Mr. Long Legs caught up quite easily. He grabbed my arm.

“A dingo?” he asked, looking very annoyed. 

He fixed his collar. 

“Jisoo-ssi, I always get what I want,” he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

And there it was again: that familiar fear. Unfortunately, it only grew worse when I hear a familiar voice call out, “Noona!” 

I tried to hide, but it was too late. My younger brother had spotted us. 

“Who is this?” he demanded, eyeing Taehyung up and down. “And what’s with your makeup?” he asked, looking at me closely.

I was mortified. 

Noticing my discomfort, Taehyung decided to step in and play hero. He shoved my brother away, saying, “I think you’re confused.”

My brother, ever the troublemaker, shoved him back with even more force causing Mr. Kim to hit the ground with a hard thud.

Oh brother.

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Mr. Kim, my brother, and I are sitting in a café in awkward silence. 

I'm partially still in shock. 

I can’t believe he pushed my boss to the ground like that. .. While it was mildly pleasing, I can’t help but fear the repercussions.  

And normally I'd be plotting my brother's demise, but I’m way too anxious. I can hardly even bring myself to look up from my drink.

Suddenly I hear my brother obnoxiously slurp the last bit of his drink, I can't help but shoot him an irritated glare. 

Mr. Kim must sense the tension because he breaks the silence with a question: "Is this one of your boyfriends?"

My brother nearly chokes on his precious last sip of his iced Americano. 

"Ew! No," he exclaims loudly, drawing a few curious glances from nearby customers. 

"Hyung, look my noona doesn’t date, but I guess she does now! .. You have nothing to worry about with her though."

Despite being so grateful that my cover hasn’t been blown, I still can’t help but roll my eyes at his use of "hyung," and notice that it oddly seems to please Mr. Kim, who then gets a smug look on his face. 

"Jisoo-ssi, your brother seems to like me," Mr. Kim says.

And there goes my cover. 

“You mean Yuri-ssi” my brother corrects him, looking puzzled.

The two of them exchange confused looks. I sit there, desperately wishing for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

Before things can get worse, I excuse my brother and quickly usher him out. 

As we leave, he gives me a concerned look. "Noona, you shouldn't date someone like that. You deserve someone who at least remembers your name. He’s good looking, but he must be dumb as bricks."

I don’t reply, I just push him out the door. 

I wish I could leave too. If only I had thought to grab my bag. I would’ve been out the door two minutes ago. 

With a heavy sigh, I head back. The walk back to the table feels long, and I can sense Mr. Kim’s eyes on me the entire way.

I sit down again, deliberately avoiding his gaze. The atmosphere feels charged, like I’m a prey in a dingo den.

Finally, Mr. Kim breaks the silence. “You’re not Lee Jisoo?” he asks, his tone colder than usual.

I nod, still avoiding his gaze.

“And you are?” he presses.

“Nam Yuri,” I replied quietly. “I’m a friend of Jisoo’s. She asked me to attend the date for her.”

He scoffs at my answer. “So you two decided to scam me?”

“It’s not a scam,” I try to plead.

“It is a scam. You lied about your identity, wasted my time, and you even had the audacity to insult me.”

While I acknowledge the first two points, I’m confused by the third accusation.

He must see my confusion because he clarifies, “You said I look like a dingo.”

Ah, he must be sensitive about his image, I think to myself.

“For a profit, I assume?” he continues.

My silence confirms his suspicion.

“For how much?” he asks.

“$200,” I admit sadly.

He scoffs again. “Two hundred- Ms. Nam, how do you plan to repay me for this inconvenience?”

I don’t have an answer. I can’t even begin to think of one. To him, $200 is likely chump change.

“Time is money,” he says suddenly in English, catching me off guard. 

“From the minute I wake up to the minute I go to bed, my schedule is planned for optimal profit.” I just nod and listen. “On average, I make around $2,000 an hour. I’ve wasted about three hours with you. How will you pay me back?”

He can’t seriously be asking for $6,000 from me.

“If you can’t do cash, I’m sure we can think of something,” he adds.

I’m in disbelief. 

He starts to leave but stops abruptly. “Is there anything else you’re hiding from me?” he asks, his voice stern and laced with suspicion. 

I feel a surge of fear. He seems very agitated. Now might not be the best time to tell him I work for his family’s company. 

It feels like a scene from a drama, except this handsome love interest has no redeeming qualities.

Ultimately I know I can’t keep hiding forever at work. Hiding it would just make my life harder. I should tell him. I’m going to tell him.

“There’s one more thing,” I start nervously. 

He looks at me, and to my amazement, his expression grows even more annoyed.

“I work at your company.”

Later that night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. 

Despite revealing my final secret to Mr. Kim, instead of feeling a sense of relief, I found myself even more on edge. 

He didn’t say much before leaving. “Wait for my call” was all he had said.

And now I’m laying here wondering if and when he was going to call. 

The fact that he’s been at the company for less than a week and I am already on his bad side weighs heavily on me. I can’t help but worry—surely he wouldn’t fire me over something like this. Or would he?

The next morning, my question is answered. When I arrive at work, the office is abuzz with activity. I nervously ask a coworker, “What’s going on?”

“The new president is making a surprise visit,” she replies.

I groan. Despite this being unheard of, it hardly feels like a surprise. Shortly afterward, Mr. Kim arrives, accompanied by several higher-ups. Everyone lines up as he and his entourage enter the office. 

My manager eagerly attaches himself to Mr. Kim’s hip, and I watch in disgust. Two of my least favorite men, first thing in the morning. At least I skipped breakfast, I think bitterly.

As if reading my thoughts, Mr. Kim’s gaze suddenly lands on me. I straighten my posture, forcing a smile and a slight bow. My attempt to placate him clearly fails as he strides directly toward me.

“Ms. Nam,” he begins, “I read your proposal for the women’s health campaign. I’ve decided to place it on hold until it meets my expectations. Bring me a new version by the end of the day today.”

A few of my coworkers gasp, and my manager shoots me a dirty look.

I shouldn’t be surprised by Mr. Kim’s power trip, but I can’t help feeling disappointed. I decided to blame it on my hormones.

I force a smile despite the overwhelming urge to cry. “Yes, sir,” I say, bowing and focusing on a missing tile as I stare at the floor, trying to distract myself from my emotions.

I had worked so hard on this proposal. It’s nearly perfect, and I know he’s doing this to get under my skin. 

It feels incredibly unfair—because I wasn’t born wealthy, I must endure constant harassment? I have to ride crowded trains and endure unwanted advances? I have to take abuse from a terrible manager and still be expected to smile and say, “That’s okay!”?

It just isn’t fair.

Before I know it, a tear escapes.

Kim Taehyung POV

I walk back to my office in silence, lost in my own thoughts.

They’re interrupted when Secretary Kim, who is usually the voice of reason, asks why I treated Ms. Nam the way I did and points out how out of character it was for me.

I struggle to answer. I don’t really know why I acted the way I did. I’m typically indifferent to most matters, but Ms. Nam’s scam has clearly struck a nerve. 

I suppose I was seeking a bit of revenge, which, as Secretary Kim pointed out, is not like me. 

Revenge is counterproductive, but maybe I thought that toying with her might offer me a small sense of satisfaction. 

I didn’t anticipate her breaking down so easily. Sure, I wanted revenge and perhaps for her to quit, but seeing her attempt at holding back tears affected me.

I almost had the urge to comfort her, which felt strange. It’s not like me to worry about other people’s feelings, but maybe it’s because I'm a good person. 

Since I'm a good person, perhaps I should give her a break, I reason with myself.

I need to figure out a way to make amends that doesn’t involve cash.

And then the idea hits me. 

The “love contract”.

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Yuri's POV

I yawn and stretch as I finish updating my proposal. I worked on it nonstop all day, even skipping lunch. 

The end-of-day turnaround time was such an unreasonable deadline. Mr. Kim’s pettiness has truly exceeded my expectations at this point.

When I glance at the clock, it's already 4:27 p.m. 

Panic sets in as I quickly gather my belongings and rush to the printer, hoping to deliver the proposal to Mr. Kim before he leaves. 

I can't believe I lost track of time—I must be losing my mind.

In the elevator, I check my watch. Surely, the president is still around at 4:30. The previous president typically stayed until 7, so there’s hope. 

As soon as the elevator doors open, I rush out and head directly to the front desk of this unfamiliar floor. 

I barely have time to take in the sleek architecture as I catch my breath and ask for directions to Mr. Kim’s office. Thankfully, he’s still in.

I make my way over to his office and knock on his door.

Upon his approval, I enter cautiously, feeling like prey in a dingo’s den again. 

I force a smile and bow respectfully. Unsure of where to look. 

I settle on the view outside. It’s pretty impressive. 

His secretary excuses himself and leaves the room and then an awkward silence follows.

“Do you have the revised proposal?” Mr. Kim asks.

“Yes,” I reply shortly, handing him the papers quickly. 

He checks his watch and then looks up with a hint of surprise. “Let’s discuss this over dinner.”

I’m taken aback. “It’s okay, I’m not hungry,” I protest as I watch him pack his things. But my growling stomach betrays me.

He heard it too. 

His gaze shifts from my stomach to my face. “Let’s go,” he says, and without waiting for my response, he strides out of the office.

I follow Mr. Kim to a restaurant just two blocks from our building. 

The place is upscale, with polished wood and soft lighting. I don’t even have to look at the menu to tell this is above my pay grade.

I open the menu and just the drinks alone are priced outrageously. I can’t help but gasp.

Noticing my reaction, Mr. Kim says, “Order whatever you like.”

This 180 in attitude was unexpected to say the least.

I will say I can at least appreciate his good taste in food and his willingness to cover the bill. 

After we place our orders, silence descends upon us. 

The ambiance in the restaurant is lively with animated conversations coming from all around. It makes our quiet corner feel even more pronounced. 

We must look like an odd pair in the midst of all the chatter.

Trying to break the ice, I ask, “Are you going to read the proposal?”

Mr. Kim takes a slow sip of his drink before meeting my gaze. 

“I’ll review it tonight. I want to discuss this instead,” he says, sliding a small stack of papers across the table.

Confused, I pick them up. The cover reads, “Love Contract.”

Here we go again, I think, letting out a resigned sigh. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Mr. Kim raises an eyebrow, his tone unwavering. “Would you rather pay the six thousand dollars in cash?”

I hesitate, over my choices in silence. 

“Paying in a lump sum is preferable to installments, which would accrue interest,” he adds.

Petty man. 

I sigh again and start flipping through the papers. 

As I scan the document, it doesn’t seem too bad. 

Essentially, I’d be required to act as his girlfriend for a year. The contract specifies one outing a week, with any additional outings charged to Mr. Kim. 

The only worrying clause is the $10,000 penalty fee if either party exposes the fake relationship or terminates it before the year is up.

I think I can manage doing this for a year. And despite the penalty, it seems manageable. 

Plus the perks include fine dining and experiences I wouldn’t normally have access to. I even have an opportunity to earn money doing this.

“You can think it over,” he says.

I observe Mr. Kim. 

He’s a jerk but at least he’s easy on the eyes too. 

I don’t need time to decide.

“I’ll do it,” I reply, catching him off guard. 

Mr. Kim raises an eyebrow, surprised. 

“I don’t understand why you don’t just find a girlfriend. You seem like a pretty decent guy I guess,” I say..

He repeats, “‘Pretty decent’?,” he scoffs and leans back in his seat, observing me.

“Yeah, you’ve got the looks, a solid career, and a great family background. Almost perfect…You just need to work on your personality,” I mumble under my breath, though he clearly hears me.

He scoffs again. “Ms. Nam, you certainly have a knack for offending people.”

I shrug nonchalantly as I start eating. 

The rest of the dinner passes with no further incident. 

We finish our meals, sign the papers, and finalize our agreement to begin our “relationship”, effective immediately.

For this week, our planned outing will be me meeting his grandfather and next week he will be meeting my family. 

We’re set for breakfast on Sunday morning. 

I’m quite nervous about meeting the former president; this is our first significant test as a “couple”.

Mr. Kim had briefed me on his background and included a Kim Taehyung cheat sheet in the stack of papers he gave me. It’s a detailed guide that should help me not seem like a total stranger.

Sunday arrives quickly. Mr. Kim sends me an outfit to wear for breakfast. 

I rehearse my lines and review the Kim Taehyung cheat sheet thoroughly. 

This promises to be an interesting and nerve-wracking experience.

Kim Taehyung POV

I arrive at the restaurant early and am pleasantly surprised to see Nam Yuri already here. This is promising; my grandfather values punctuality. 

“Are you ready?” I ask, trying to gauge her mood.

“Yes,” she responds, looking frighteningly determined.

“Star sign Capricorn, born December 30, 1995. Favorite color is black. Favorite food is Korean dishes. Favorite animal—”

Appalled, I interrupt, “You’re not planning on reading him facts about me, are you?”

She rolls her eyes and before she could give me a snarky reply, the door to our room opens. 

We both stand to greet my grandfather. 

Yuri looks nervous, but I wrap my arm around her to calm her and show my grandfather how affectionate I am towards my “girlfriend”.

He smiles warmly at Yuri. “Ah, Yuri-ssi. It’s so nice to meet you. I was beginning to doubt you were real.” He extends his hand and holds hers in his, an unusual gesture of warmth for someone who reserves physical affection for family and only on the rarest occasions at that.

Yuri, momentarily caught off guard, quickly recovers. She smiles and bows. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”

We sit down to begin the meal, and it starts off smoothly. However, things take a turn when my grandfather asks Yuri about her parents' professions.

I hadn’t anticipated this question, and I feel a pang of regret. This is definitely a topic that would come up when marriage is mentioned.

Yuri glances at me and then back at my grandfather. 

“They run a chicken shop,” she answers, her voice tinged with nervousness. “It’s delicious. You’re welcome to stop by anytime.”

My grandfather's expression shifts to one I haven’t seen before.

“And what about you?” he presses.

Another tough question. Yuri answers honestly again, and this time, her response clearly dismays him. 

He sets his utensils down and looks at me with a serious expression. “I care about your happiness, but I’m concerned this might create issues with HR and PR.”

I’m at a loss for words. Before I can respond, Yuri puts down her utensils and bows her head. “We’ve thought this through carefully, sir. I lack in many ways, but I genuinely care for your grandson. I assure you, this relationship will not cause him any problems.”

I’m taken aback by her earnest response—it seems like something straight out of a drama. 

I follow her lead and bow my head as well. “Please allow us to continue seeing each other, grandfather.”

To my surprise, my grandfather lets out a low chuckle. “This old man can’t interfere with young love,” he says. 

He sighs, “Let’s keep this relationship private for now. We don’t need the entire company involved in personal matters.”

I’m stunned that we got his approval.

I look over at Yuri and she’s beaming. Her smile is contagious and I can’t help but smile too.

No more blind dates for me!

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Yuri POV

I smile and wave from the passenger seat of Mr. Kim’s car.

I expected that after breakfast, we would all part ways, but his grandfather insisted on seeing us off. 

The gesture, while kind, feels a bit awkward. .. Though the former president is a kind old man and Mr. Kim is Mr. Kim, the atmosphere felt stuffy and cold.

I was excited to be free. 

And as impressive as this luxury car is, I'd honestly prefer the bus. 

“You should’ve been an actress or a drama writer,” Mr. Kim says once we're settled in the car. 

His tone is off putting, making it hard to tell if it's a genuine compliment. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes and reply, “Thank you, sir. Maybe you should watch some dramas yourself. You seem a bit stiff. Perhaps from a lack of experience?”

“I have plenty of experience,” he retorts, his deep voice somehow deeper. And then he leans over to fasten my seatbelt. 

His face comes dangerously close to mine, and I freeze, taken aback by the sudden close proximity. 

He leans back and grins, clearly amused by my reaction. 

I must be more tired than I thought I try to reason as I ignore the blush I feel coming—my petty boss, who made me rewrite a perfectly good proposal and tricked me into this fake relationship, making my heartbeat fast?!

Mr. Kim fastens his own seatbelt and gives a final wave to his grandfather before driving away. 

The car is quiet for a few minutes until he notices my expression.

“What is it?” he asks.

Not wanting to reveal my inner turmoil, I mutter, “I could’ve taken the bus.”

Without a word, he flicks on the turn signal and pulls up to the curb. “Fine by me. I need to get to the office,” he says, not even glancing in my direction.

I scoff at his rudeness and open the car door. 

Unfortunately as I climb out, my new heel catches on the edge of the sidewalk, causing me to stumble and fall hard onto the pavement. 

Embarrassed and wincing from the pain, I try to play it off, but I can’t help but limp.

Mr. Kim, showing an unexpected flicker of kindness, helps me back into the car and drives me home. 

My pride is wounded more than my ankle, and I just hope desperately that my parents don’t see me getting out of his car. 

I’m not allowed to mention the contract to them, and I haven’t quite figured out how to explain our relationship yet. 

Lost in my thoughts, the twenty minute carried goes fast and I barely register when we arrive at my place. 

Before I can thank him, a knock on my window startles us. It’s my younger brother, Yunho. Perfect.

I roll down the window and tell him to leave, but he doesn’t listen. “Hyung! Nice to see you again!” he calls out. 

It’s amusing—last time Yunho saw Mr. Kim, he called him “handsome but as dumb as bricks” I think it was.

“Yah, it’s Mr. Kim,” I correct him, worried that his casual attitude might offend Mr. Kim.

“Hyung is fine,” Mr. Kim says with a smile, to my shock.

Yunho smirks and saunters over to the driver’s side. “Hyung, want to come inside? Our chicken is the best in the neighborhood!” he calls out with casual enthusiasm.

“We just ate—” I begin, but Mr. Kim interjects. 

“Sure!” Mr. Kim says.

“Don’t you have to go to work?” I ask, trying to subtly hint that he should leave.

“I’ll go later,” he replies, already stepping out of the car. I watch in disbelief as he walks into our restaurant, arm in arm with my brother.

Groaning inwardly, and with no choice, I follow them inside. 

As soon as I enter, I hear my mom’s voice, filled with curiosity. “Who is this?”

“Noona’s boss,” Yunho answers before I can.

The revelation sends my parents into a flurry of activity. My dad, in a sudden burst of hospitality, ushers Mr. Kim to a table. My mom rushes to bring him a menu and a glass of ice water. And Yunho sits himself next Mr. Kim.

“Ah, Manager Kim! Thank you for taking care of our daughter! Please, order anything you like—on the house!” she exclaims, her tone both grateful and a bit flustered.

An uncomfortable looking Mr. Kim smiles and acts as politely as humanely possible.

He looks somewhat out of place in our modest restaurant. It’s clear this isn’t the kind of dining establishment he’s accustomed to. It’s quite humorous watching him clumsily interact with my family.

“Not Manager Kim—President Kim,” Yunho corrects.

I have to fight the urge to not knock his teeth out. 

My mother’s eyes widen, and she nearly drops the menu. She manages to pick it back up, though her hands tremble a little. “It’s an honor. But what brings you here?”

“I’m not here as President Kim. I’m here as Yuri-ssi’s boyfriend.”

My eyes go wide in shock, and my family’s jaws drop in unison.

Kim Taehyung POV

Yuri’s dad flipped the "Open" sign and suggested we move upstairs to the living area for a chat. 

I’m not overly anxious—after all, I’m a wealthy man: aka the perfect bachelor. I assume they won’t be too concerned with the details or with me personally, so I decide to go with the flow.

As I enter their living room, I immediately notice it’s much smaller than my childhood home and even smaller than my apartment. 

Despite its size, the room is warm and inviting, decorated with personal mementos and there are photographs all along the walls. 

One picture catches my eye: a laughing Yuri in her graduation cap and gown, with chocolate smeared across her face. The image along with all of the others exudes a sense of family closeness and happiness.

My observations are interrupted when Yuri’s family enters, carrying a spread of chicken, sliced fruit, and drinks. 

Yuri looks visibly embarrassed.

“He has to get to work. There’s no way he can eat all of this,” she protests.

“A man needs sustenance to work,” her dad replies, sliding the plate of chicken toward me.

I smile politely and take a piece of fried chicken. Though I’m not particularly hungry and rarely eat fried foods, it seems respectful to partake. 

As I take a bite and chew, I realize just how delicious it is. They weren’t exaggerating when they claimed it’s the best chicken in the neighborhood.

“President Kim—” her father starts.

“Please, call me Taehyung,” I quickly correct him, putting my chicken leg down.

“Uh, Taehyung-ssi, this is the first time Yuri has brought a man home. This is very unexpected for us. What are your intentions?” he asks cautiously.

I glance at Yuri, who looks visibly  uncomfortable. I respond, “Marriage.”

The response is met with a chorus of “Ahhhhh” from her family, nodding in unison. 

“How did you two meet?” her mom suddenly inquires.

“I was supposed to have a blind date with her friend Jisoo, but Yuri showed up instead. She made quite an impression and the rest is history,” I say, staying truthful.

I’m taken aback when Yuri’s mom gives Yuri a playful smack on the arm. I laugh, “It’s okay! She obviously left quite the impression on me!”

Though her parents seem to be warming up to me, there’s still a noticeable sense of hesitation on their end.

“Is something bothering you?” I ask, sensing their unease.

“Marriage seems sudden. We’re happy for you both and want to give you our blessing, but we’d like to get to know you a little better first,” her dad explains carefully, still mindful not to offend me.

I nod, understanding their hesitance and I’m grateful and impressed by their honesty. 

I guess her family will be harder than I originally expected.

“What about next weekend’s camping trip?” her brother suddenly suggests with enthusiasm.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Yuri shake her head no vigorously, but in defiance, I agree to the trip. 

I can’t help but smile knowing I've annoyed her once again. 

The quickness of my response does surprise me a little though. I was supposed to go to Japan to meet investors that weekend but still agreed to the outing.

It’s just to annoy Nam Yuri.

Plus, having her parent’s approval will make the year go smoother.

The investors can wait, I think to myself.

After a bit more conversation, her parents have to return to running the restaurant. 

They seem genuinely kind and generous, even insisting on sending me home with a container of their delicious fried chicken despite my protests.

Strangely, I enjoyed their company. A lot more than I expected. 

Even her dongsaeng, Yunho, is quite likeable.

I hate to admit it, but the camping trip seems like it’ll be a good time.

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Kim Taehyung POV

It was now the day before the trip.

This week went by so slow. It was a blur of meetings and late work nights.

Now I’m glad I don’t have to do the Tokyo trip this weekend. It’ll be nice to relax for a change. 

I’m surprised I haven’t run into Yuri at all. 

I did keep an eye out for her and I also made a few trips to her floor but our paths never crossed. 

I’d text her to ask questions about the camping grounds and about herself and her family in preparation for the upcoming trip. 

Her sarcastic responses were short and humorous. I can’t help but chuckle at them and then feel awkward everytime Secretary Kim would ask what I was smiling at. 

As we walk in, my attention drifts to a familiar figure with long black hair. 

I watch as she makes her way toward the café. 

Secretary Kim, who had been briefing me on today's schedule, pauses mid-sentence after noticing my distraction. 

“Do you need to speak with Mrs. Nam?” he asks.

“No,” I reply, still focused on her and remaining unmoved. 

Yuri is engaged in animated conversation with some guy, a sight that irritates me. 

I scoff at the sight, feeling a surge of annoyance.

She never talks to me with such enthusiasm, I think to myself. 

I start to head toward the elevators but abruptly change direction toward the café. 

Yuri and her companion state their orders, I step up, state mine, and pull out my card. Both Yuri and her coworker look surprised.

Yuri glances around nervously and lets out an awkward laugh. “Mr. Kim, thank you so much for the coffee.”

“Anything for my girlfriend.” I say smiling down at Yuri before staring the unknown man down. 

After the drinks are made, her male acquaintance and Secretary Kim head upstairs while Yuri and I stay behind. 

Once we’re alone in our own elevator, Yuri suddenly turns to face me, taking a deep breath.

“What are you trying to do? Your grandfather told us to keep this a secret.”

I shrug. “They’ll all find out eventually.”

She scoffs at me. “Why now? Wait, were you jealous?”

I turn away from her and scoff. 

“Maybe my strikingly good looks charmed you?” she teases.

I know how to shut her up. 

“And what if they did?” I ask, stepping towards her, backing her into a corner.

Yuri stumbles slightly as she retreats, her shyness evident at the close proximity. 

It’s kind of cute.

Just then, the elevator dings, signaling its arrival to the floor. I smirk and step back giving Yuri room to exit.

Secretary Kim and a group of people waiting outside the elevator were surprised by the scene they’ve just witnessed. They quickly recompose themselves and greet me.

Yuri, blushing, hastily makes her escape. 

As soon as he enters my office, Secretary Kim immediately asks about my actions. 

I was hoping he’d turn a blind eye. But as the person who knows me most, he probably couldn’t stop himself from inquiring. 

Unfortunately I don’t have an answer for him.

Truthfully I don’t know why I behaved that way. Seeing her smile at that guy like that just put me in a sour mood. 

Maybe I saw her too early in the day. 

Looking back it was immature. 

I wish I would’ve just gotten on the elevator. 

I sigh and lay my head on my desk.

Yuri POV

I couldn’t help but notice everyone’s chat notifications going off. 

Since I was the only one not getting messages, it was obvious what the fuss was about. 

Their curious glances at me were a dead giveaway.

If I’d heard that some nobody was spotted huddled up in an elevator with the company President, I’d be talking too, so I can’t blame them.

Then a chat notification appeared on my screen. It was a group chat with my coworkers, all asking if the rumors were true. 

I sighed and closed the chat without responding. 

Another chat came in—probably another inquiry. I opened it to find a message from Mr. Kim: “I’m sorry.” I rolled my eyes and closed the chat. 

Then he sent another message asking to talk, I ignored that one as well.

I tried to focus on my campaign and ignore the whispers around me and before I knew it, it was lunchtime. I looked up from my computer to find everyone staring even more intently and then suddenly acting busy.

That was weird.

I turn around and am shocked to see Mr. Kim standing in the doorway. He approaches me and asks to talk. Despite my desire to refuse, the number of eyes watching make me agree.

After a short walk, we arrive at an upscale café, just a few blocks from the office. 

While he got our drinks, I wondered if this was his way of apologizing. 

People would have found out eventually, so maybe I should go easy on him.

After he sat down, we both tried our drinks in silence. 

I decide to break the ice. “Why are we here?” I ask.

“Because you didn’t respond to me,” he replied simply. He leaned back in his chair and looked out the window. 

Was he avoiding eye contact? 

“It’s been driving me crazy all morning. I barely got any work done. … I apologize, okay?”

Though he wasn’t looking at me, this was the most vulnerable I’d seen him. I’ll accept his apology. 

“I know how much you value getting your work done.”

“Yeah, it was frustrating. Now I have a ton of work to catch up on,” he said, pouting like a child.

“You can skip the camping trip,” I offered.

This made him look at me again. “That’s your solution?”

I nodded innocently while sipping my drink. 

He scoffed.

“Any excuse to uninvite me,” he mumbled. 

He leaned back in his seat, observing me. After a moment, he suddenly seemed to have a realization. “It’s decided. You’ll help me finish up. Meet me in my office at 5.”

Before I could protest, he left abruptly.

I scoff.

With seemingly no choice, I found myself working with Mr. Kim. We started at 5 and now it was 10 o’clock. I couldn’t understand how he managed to get so much work done. 

He seemed genuinely grateful for my help. He was going through the entire archive for a marketing rebrand, and we sifted through countless pamphlets and papers. 

He typed away furiously, only stopping to look at the resources. 

I went through so many documents I’ve lost track. 

Eventually, my eyes grow tired, and I look up to find Mr. Kim asleep. 

So he is human. He looked surprisingly innocent with his cold eyes closed, I think to myself as I take a break to admire his strikingly good looks.

With his small face, broad nose, full lips, and thick dark hair, he looks like a piece of art.

I quickly snap out of it and continue sorting through papers while he sleeps.

The next thing I knew, it was morning. I sat up in my chair, feeling the stiffness in my neck. 

I notice there is a cover around my shoulders and Mr. Kim still sleeping next to me.

Then it hits me—I had spent the night out without texting my parents. 

Checking my phone, I found missed texts and calls. 

My mom was going to be furious. Surely, she wouldn’t be too mad on family camping day, right?

I woke Mr. Kim and told him I needed to go but would see him later at the camping grounds and then booked it out of there. 

As I got home, I received an earful from my mom. Given the day’s events, she let me off easy. 

I hurriedly packed so we could head out to find a good camping spot and set up.

Fortunately, the rest of the day went as planned. We made the long drive to the mountains, found a nice spot by the river, set up, and had lunch.

I checked the time. Mr. Kim still hadn’t arrived. 

My mom was worried he’d gotten lost. Just as I was about to call him, I saw him walking toward us.

His hair was loose and fluffy, and instead of his usual suit and tie, he was dressed in jeans and a hoodie. 

This was a different side of him. He looked like an ordinary 30-year-old man rather than an intimidating President.

I greeted him, feeling a bit awkward after spending the night together. My family rushed over to welcome him as well.

“How was the drive?” my dad asked, leading Mr. Kim to a seat.

“Not too bad. Sorry I’m late; I got behind on work,” Mr. Kim said politely.

“Don’t worry about it! You probably didn’t eat. Dinner isn’t ready yet, but here, have some kimbap,” my mom offered.

Watching them fawn over him and seeing how shy and polite he gets around them is fascinating. It was a stark contrast to the Kim Taehyung I know.

I got distracted when I noticed my brother taking his bag to my tent.

“Yah, that’s my tent.”

“I want my own tent. You’re a couple anyway. .. Not like you guys haven't spent the night together before” he adds cheekily with a wink.

Mr. Kim looks shocked. 

And I fight the urge not to slap my brother. 

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Yuri's POV

Shortly after midnight, my parents decide to call it a night and head to their tent. 

Now, Mr. Kim and I lay side by side in our own tent, both of us staring at the dark fabric above in complete silence.

The stillness between us feels suffocating, and I’m overwhelmed and unable to sleep.

Sure, we technically slept in the same space last night, but this is different. We’re lying mere inches apart, and the closeness feels far more intimate. 

Intimate? .. I shake my head vigorously, trying to dispel the confusing thoughts swirling in my mind.

What am I even thinking? He’s not a romantic interest; he’s my boss. 

My mental turmoil could probably last all night, but it’s abruptly interrupted when Mr. Kim starts to toss and turn violently. 

It’s clear he’s drifted into a troubled sleep. 

I sit up, concerned, and watch as he winces and whimpers, clearly suffering from a nightmare. 

Gently, I reach out to wake him. It only takes a light touch, and his eyes snap open. 

He grabs my wrist with an intensity that startles me. His eyes teary, wild, and unrecognizable stare into mine.

I’m unsure how to react. 

“Mr. Kim, it’s alright,” I say softly, trying to offer some reassurance. 

My words seem to reach him, and his breathing begins to steady.

He lies back down, resuming his previous position with a casual air, as if nightmares were a regular part of his nightly routine.

“Are you alright?” I ask, curious.

“Don’t ever speak a word about this,” he barks, turning away from me. 

His irritation is a sign that he’s regaining his composure. I take this as a good sign. 

Despite his request, my hand instinctively moves to his back. It’s something my mother does for me when I’m upset, and I hope it might offer him some comfort as well. 

At first, he flinches at my touch, but then he remains still, allowing the contact. 

Despite feeling exhausted, I quietly rub his back in slow, soothing circles. 

Taehyung's POV

I’m embarrassed that Yuri has seen me in such a vulnerable state.

Her concern was palpable, and her gentle touch was both unexpected and comforting.

I wanted to reassure her that I was fine, maybe even tell her about the dream, but the embarrassment of the moment rendered me mute.

I hoped she’d let the matter drop and return to sleep, but instead, she kept her hand on my back.

I remained still, too conflicted to move or speak until her hand ceased movement.

Curious by the sudden absence of her touch, I turn and find her fast asleep, still sitting up. 

With great care, I shift to lay her down properly, making sure not to wake her. 

I cover her with a blanket and then settle back down, facing her.

Watching her sleep so peacefully brings an unexpected sense of calm, which I find kind of startling. 

Normally, after a nightmare, I would lie awake for the rest of the night, but tonight, Yuri’s presence provides a comforting distraction. 

When Yuri suddenly shifts, I quickly close my eyes, not wanting to be caught staring. 

When nothing happens, I slowly open them, relieved to see that she remains sound asleep.

She’s now significantly closer though, probably subconsciously seeking warmth. 

Normally, I’d find this intrusion irritating and would push her away, even if it meant waking her. But tonight, I don’t mind. She’s been supportive and comforting, and it’s cold. I decide to let her be. 

Tonight, I’ll accept her closeness.

Hours later I’m awakened by the sensation of movement beside me. 

With one eye barely open, I take in our curious position. Yuri has somehow ended up even closer, now nestled under my arm close to my chest. 

She’s trying to extract herself from the close embrace without waking me. But she’s doing an awful job.

Feigning sleep, I shift slightly, and she immediately goes still. With a playful grin, I pull her even closer to me and bury my face in her hair. The shock of the situation makes her go completely rigid.

Unable to contain my amusement, I bust out laughing. Yuri quickly disentangles herself and glares at me with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

“Were you awake this whole time?” she demands, hovering over me.

I’m not intimidated. Especially with her crazy bedhead. It’s quite comical and it makes me laugh harder.

I finally nod to answer her question and then I  stretch, savoring the luxury of a good night’s sleep. 

Sure it was cold and on the ground, but for the first time in years, I’ve actually managed to sleep in, and it feels refreshing.

As I get up, I catch a whiff of something delicious. The yummy aroma leads me to the source—Yuri’s mother has prepared breakfast. 

I follow the scent eagerly and indulge in the tasty meal.

I’m genuinely glad I decided to come on this trip; it’s been a welcome break.

While chatting with Yuri’s parents, I see her emerge from our tent, wearing my hoodie. 

Normally, this would also annoy me, but today I‘ll let it slide too.

I can’t help but admire how she looks wearing it and  her tied up hair. Even with no make she looks quite cute. 

I quickly avert my gaze, realizing I’ve been staring longer than I should have.

What the? What is going on with me?

I put my hand to my chest. As expected, it’s beating hard and fast. 

There’s no way she could have this effect on me. 

It’s probably just a mixture of our intimate moment from last night and her moms tasty food.. Yeah that’s right, I reason with myself mentally. 

The rest of the day passes in a blur. 

Before I know it it’s 4 o’clock and we’re packing up to head back to Seoul. 

And when I arrive at my apartment, I’m struck by an unexpected sense of loneliness. 

The weekend's constant companionship makes the solitude of my apartment feel even more pronounced.

I shrug off the feeling and head straight to the shower, the warm water washing away the remnants of the trip. 

Afterward, I make a simple dinner and sit down with my work laptop to tackle a backlog of emails. 

Hours pass and before I know it, the clock reads 9 o’clock. 

I decide it’s time to call it a night.

As I get up from my desk, my phone rings. 

I glance at the caller ID and see that it's Yuri calling. I’m puzzled—why would she be calling so late?

Yuri’s POV

Jisoo and I meet for dinner so I can tell her about the camping trip. 

Unfortunately, we run into some old classmates, including Shin Mina, who insists on joining our table. 

Mina spends the entire meal boasting about her life—her life with my ex-boyfriend, no less. The same ex-boyfriend she stole from me right before our college graduation.

I force a tight smile throughout her monologue, barely contributing to the conversation. This is excruciating.

I can feel Jisoo's concerned gaze on me. Abruptly, she stands up and heads to the bathroom, leaving me alone with Mina and her entourage. 

Mina, undeterred, continues on with her relentless bragging.

When Jisoo returns, Mina is still talking about herself.

After twenty minutes or so, her monologue surprisingly shifts focus.

“Yuri-ah, what’s new with you? Are you seeing anyone?” she asks with a sugary sweet tone. 

One of the girls snickers, likely aware of my dating history—or lack thereof—since my breakup with my ex.

Before I can respond, Jisoo chimes in with an enthusiastic, “She is!”

I turn to look at Jisoo, shocked. Surely she isn’t talking about—

“Yeah, he’s tall, really handsome, and get this—he’s the president of her company,” Jisoo continues.

My jaw drops along with the three girls. 

I quickly recompose myself.

“Do you have a picture of this president boyfriend?” Mina inquires, still feigning interest.

To my surprise, Jisoo pulls out my phone and shows them a picture of Taehyung and I at the campground. 

We had taken it so he could send it to his grandfather. 

I guess it came in handy for me too. 

How did Jisoo even get my phone?

Before I can question her, the most unexpected thing happens—Mr. Kim walks into the restaurant. 

Panicking at the potential for our lie to be exposed, I rush over to him.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper frantically.

He glances around before replying, “Hello to you too,” and proceeds to walk toward the table. I grab his arm.

Leaning in close, he whispers in my ear, “Jisoo called me. Said something about ‘making some bitches jealous’.”

I’m stunned—both by Jisoo’s sneaky call and Mr. Kim actually showing up. 

I’m at a loss for words as we walk to the table together. 

The girls’ eyes widen in disbelief as they take in Mr. Kim’s presence. And a small, vindictive part of me feels a flicker of satisfaction.

“So, Mr.,” Mina starts, eager for information.

“Taehyung,” Taehyung interjects smoothly.

“Taehyung-ssi, tell us! What made a man of your stature fall for our little Yuri?” Mina presses, her curiosity barely masked.

I struggle not to roll my eyes. Instead I direct my attention to Mr. Kim, curious about how he’ll answer.

He appears thoughtful for a moment before responding, “We met in the most unexpected way. She left quite an impression on me. I immediately knew I wanted to marry her.”

The girls gasp collectively.

“I’ve asked her, and she said no. So now we’re dating until she says yes,” he adds.

The girls nod, seemingly satisfied. I nod along as well, impressed by how convincingly Mr. Kim delivers his lines. 

I hadn’t realized he was such a skilled liar.

“Can I ask what you like about her?” Mina presses.

“She’s honest, she’s kind, she’s funny, she’s feisty, and she looks beautiful in the simplest clothes. .. The list goes on, really. She’s all I think about and it drives me mad,” Taehyung responds looking over at me.

His rapid and seemingly genuine response is astonishing. 

I know it’s lies, but it even made my heart skip a beat at how sincere it sounded. 

It’s clear now—Mr. Kim is indeed a master of deception.

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Yuri's POV

The rest of the dinner unfolds smoothly.

We say our goodbyes and watch as the group disperses into the night.

Just as I'm about to bid Mr. Kim farewell, he tosses his car keys in my direction. 

I catch them, stunned. 

"I drank too much. Drive me home," he says.

I want to ask him if I look like a chauffeur, but that may be rude. 

"Can't you call a designated driver?" I whine.

"You owe me," he retorts, already turning and walking towards his car.

With a resigned sigh, I accept the situation. I guess he did save me from embarrassment tonight. 

Luckily the drive to his apartment is brief, and though it's not far from where I live, I’ve never been in this area.

We arrive at his building, and I hand him back his keys. I do an exaggerated bow to bid him farewell, but he stops me mid-bow. 

"Ah, not so fast."

What nowwwwww?

"I'm hungry."

"And?" I respond, bracing myself for the answer I knew was coming.

"And you owe me," he repeats, his tone leaving no room for argument.

It takes all my restraint not to roll my eyes, but curiosity about his apartment's interior gets the better of me. 

"Alright," I concede.

We head up to his place and I find that the building’s interior is just as breathtaking as it’s exterior. 

As soon as we’re inside his appointment, I start exploring, opening cabinets and doors with a sense of wonder. 

The apartment is impressive, but I’m surprised to find that despite his wealth, the kitchen is sparsely stocked. 

I eventually locate a pack of Ramen. This will have to do. 

We sit down to eat, and I can’t help but gush about his apartment, admiring how fortunate he is to have such a vast space all to himself. 

Throughout, he remains unusually quiet.

After we eat, I insist on doing the dishes, even though he protests saying that housekeeping will handle it. 

Once I’m finished, I turn to him. "Are you mad at me?" I ask, somewhat annoyed by his shortness.

He pauses before answering. "No. … Just curious, why are you still hung up on an ex from years ago?"

I sigh. "Ha-Neul was one of the best guys I’ve ever met."

"But I’m better," he says with a smirk.

I scoff. 

"He cheated on you-“

"With the way you spoke tonight, you must be a player too."

"I was telling the truth," he insists with such conviction that it almost convinces me.

"Ah, so you’ve seriously fallen for my charms?" I tease.

“And if I did?” He asks as he steps closer to me.

I assume he’s trying to provoke me like he did in the elevator. 

This time, I won’t back down. 

“Then shame on you,” I say, trying to ignore how close he’s gotten.

He leans in even closer, and I don’t look away, determined to stand my ground.

But then something odd happens. 

I see his eyes flick down to my lips and back at my eyes.

That small action makes me nervous. I want to run, but before I can, his lips were on mine.

I was stunned. 

He pauses to see if I pull away and surprisingly I don’t.

I reciprocate his kiss, which seemingly excites him.

One of his hands finds the middle of my back and the other strongly holds the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him.

The kiss is so intense that I can barely get a breath in.

We lose our balance and stumble into the kitchen counter. 

The pain in my leg brings me back to reality.

This isn’t right. 

He’s my boss. And we have this contract. We’re only three weeks in. And I hate him.

Although I want to, sleeping together would only complicate things.

My brain knows this and I despise him but my body isn’t cooperating.

Despite feeling like putty in his arms, I know I have to stop this. 

I savor it for a few more seconds before pulling myself away.

He looks flustered as we both pant, staring at each other silently.

I finally find my words.

“I should get home,” I say lamely while fixing my clothes.

He nods slowly and then quickly offers to walk me or call a cab but I decline both and book it out of there.

I can’t believe that happened. 

That next week I didn't hear from him or see him. 

I assume he's avoiding me.

He probably regrets the kiss I think to myself multiple times that week. 

What a jerk. He’s such a coward.

I spend the whole week angry. Annoyed that he disappeared and annoyed that I can’t get the kiss out of my head.

The week after is the same, until Thursday morning.

I still hadn’t run into Mr. Kim yet, but as I sat in my bathroom stall engrossed in a new chapter of a manwha, I overhear a conversation that immediately catches my attention.

“Yeah, maybe since he lived in America, he’s more open-minded. It’s cool that he doesn’t care about status. Had I known he had such low expectations, I would’ve thrown myself at him too.”

I roll my eyes, recognizing that they’re talking about Mr. Kim and I.

“It is sad that he was sent there immediately after his parents died though.”

“Their death anniversary is coming up. I heard that’s why he’s been staying home.”

My jaw drops.

I knew about the former president’s son and daughter-in-law but hadn’t mentally connected them to Mr. Kim. 

I can’t believe I didn’t put two and two together. 

The dude is a jerk but I can’t help but worry about him.

I hope he’s managing okay. 

Despite swearing to myself I wouldn’t reach out first, I decide to send him a text message asking how he’s doing.

I check my phone repeatedly throughout the day, but there’s no response.

Growing increasingly worried, I decide to visit him after work. 

I find a recipe for jook, buy the necessary ingredients, and head to his apartment as soon as I can.

When I arrive, I ring the doorbell and wait. 

After a few moments, I start to wonder if he’s even home. 

Just as I’m about to leave, the door swings open. 

He looks exhausted, as though he just rolled out of bed after a sleepless night.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, a hint of confusion in his voice.

“Sustenance!” I reply cheerfully as I slip past him and into his apartment.

While I start preparing the porridge, Mr. Kim retreats to his room, emerging soon after with his work laptop. 

He settles into a nearby chair, but I take the laptop from him and turn on the TV.

“Taehyung-ssi, relax,” I say in English, attempting to lighten the mood.

As I cook, I occasionally catch him glancing my way—probably making sure I’m not poisoning him, I think with a wry smile. 

Once I finish, I notice he’s moved to the balcony. Since the porridge needs to simmer for 45 minutes, I join him outside.

We sit in silence, taking in the view.

“I guess you probably heard,” he says eventually, still looking straight ahead.

I nod.

“It’s been 21 years, and I’m still struggling,” he says with a scoff.

“It must have been really hard for you,” I respond sympathetically.

“You bet,” he chuckles softly, but the laughter quickly morphs into sobs. 

This unexpected display of emotion catches me off guard and makes me realize that despite his hard exterior, he’s human too.

I can’t help but sympathize with him. 

I scoot closer and start rubbing his back.

“Grief is a form of love. There’s nothing wrong with loving your parents,” I say gently.

After a little bit his sobs seem to subside.

He looks up at me, then suddenly seems puzzled. “Why are you crying?” he asks.

Confused, I touch my cheek and realize it’s wet with tears I had not known had fallen.

He lets out a soft laugh and gently wipes away my tears with his sleeves.

The gesture feels intimate, and I’m unsure where to direct my gaze.

I look everywhere besides him. 

I glance inside the apartment and nearly jump out of my skin. 

His grandfather is standing inside, observing us.

We head inside to greet his grandfather.

“I was just dropping by since you didn’t go to work today, but it looks like you’re well taken care of,” his grandfather says looking between us.

“Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes. Please join us,” I offer, causing both men to look at me in surprise. 

His grandfather agrees and takes a seat on the couch.

Taehyung, on the other hand, looks visibly annoyed.

I choose to ignore his reaction and gently nudge him towards his grandfather. 

If Taehyung is struggling, I imagine his grandfather might be, too. 

“This is the most human I’ve seen my grandson,” his grandfather begins. “Crying in a woman’s arms, missing work, missing meetings to go camping... I’m truly grateful to see you doing well.”

Taehyung shifts uncomfortably, and it’s clear his grandfather notices. 

His grandfather suddenly announces that he needs to leave, citing an urgent matter he forgot about. 

I try to persuade him to stay, but he insists he must go. I nod, feeling a pang of regret, and walk him to the door.

As soon as he leaves, the room is enveloped in silence.

“I should probably go too,” I say, my voice breaking the stillness awkwardly.

Before I can reach my shoes, I feel his arms wrap around me from behind in a sudden, unexpected embrace. 

“Not yet,” he murmurs, causing my heart to skip a beat. 

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Taehyung’s POV:

“I should probably go too,” Yuri says, heading toward her things. But before she can reach them, I pull her into an embrace. 

A whirlwind of emotions hits me. 

It’s been a tough few days, and I’ve been in a haze. But one thing is clear—I don’t want her to leave. 

It takes me a moment to gather my thoughts.

“Not yet,” I manage to say, tightening my hold on her. 

The closeness feels comforting. I rest my head on hers and close my eyes, relishing the moment. 

I’ve missed her. A lot. Should I tell her? Or should I keep it to myself?

She suddenly turns and looks at me with a worried expression. 

I can’t quite make out what she’s saying; her words seem distant and wavy. 

Maybe I’m dreaming?

The next thing I know, I’m in my bed. 

I glance at the clock—it reads 3:57 AM.

Confused, I sit up, and a damp rag falls from my forehead. 

I look over and see Yuri sleeping in a chair. .. That explains why I didn’t have any nightmares. 

The memories of yesterday's event come flooding back. 

It felt like a fever dream.

Given how things have been between us, I’d expected it to be a dream for her to be here. I’m amazed she’s really here with me. 

Yuri shifts, and I wonder if she’ll wake up. 

Part of me selfishly hopes she does because I want to talk with her but another part of me wants her to rest.

I don’t move and nearly hold my breath.

She doesn’t wake. 

Her sleeping position looks uncomfortable, and I’m torn between moving her, waking her, or letting her be. 

All I know is that watching her sleep in that chair is making my neck hurt. 

Yuri’s POV:

The sun is shining brightly in my face. 

Normally, I’d be annoyed at myself for forgetting to close the curtains, but today the warmth feels soothing and peaceful. 

I stretch, enjoying the sunlight, but then realize something isn’t right. 

I’m not at home in my own bed. 

Confused and startled, I roll over and find Mr. Kim propped up on his arm, clearly entertained by my reaction.

“Why am I here?” I ask, trying to make sense of the situation.

“We slept together,” he says nonchalantly.

“What?” I respond dumbly, sitting up quickly and checking that I’m fully clothed.

He scoffs at my reaction. “What kind of man do you think I am?”

His demeanor suddenly shifts, and he starts moving closer. “Unless you want me to—”

I don’t let him finish that sentence. 

 I quickly hop out of the bed, not out of fear of me doing something I’ll regret but a whole different fear. 

I realized it’s Friday, and I’m already thirty minutes late for work. I grab my things and head out without another word.

How could he let me oversleep? Doesn’t he have work too?

I sneak into the office, hoping my tardiness goes unnoticed. 

As soon as my butt hits the chair, Mr. Lee’s voice booms across the room. 

My coworkers look at me with pity as I make my way to his desk.

“It’s 10:21. Where have you been?” he demands, slamming his hands on the desk.

I stare at the floor, wishing he’d finish his rante soon. 

“What’s the point of having a phone if you don’t answer it? I’ve called you three times!” 

I gasp. I didn’t hear it ring. Checking my pockets, I realize my phone is missing—it must be on Mr. Kim’s nightstand still. I vaguely remember seeing it there. Ugh, I’ll have to go back for it.

Mr. Lee suddenly quiets down. I turn to see Mr. Kim approaching. 

Mr. Lee literally shoves me aside to greet him. 

Mr. Kim ignores him and walks straight to me. 

He pulls my phone from his pocket and says, “You left this on the nightstand.”

A few people gasp. 

This man is going to be the death of me. 

He then turns and smiles at Mr. Lee and says, “Forgive me, it’s my fault she’s late. Take your frustration out on me instead.”

Mr. Lee looks between us and then, surprisingly, softens. “How can I be angry with the president? I was overreacting. Let’s all get back to work!

“Mr. Kim nods.

“Can I have a word?” Mr. Kim suddenly asks. Before I can respond, he walks out. 

This annoys me slightly. If I made a list of his annoying qualities, this would be one. And near the top. 

I follow him though, curious about what he wants to discuss since we were literally just together.

He runs a hand through his hair, looking irritated. 

As soon as I’m in the hallway, he confronts me. “How dare he talk to you like that?”

“That’s my boss,” I say, confused by his reaction.

“That doesn’t give him the right! He’s lucky I didn’t fire him.”

I nod slowly, still unsure. “Is that what you wanted to talk about?”

“No,” he says, suddenly avoiding eye contact. 

I’m baffled because he says nothing else. He just continues to stand there and look at this and that.

“I have to get back to work,” I say, turning to leave.

He grabs my arm. “Thanks,” he says, adding quickly, “for last night.”

I nod. “What are fake girlfriends for?” I joke, then turn again to walk away.

He grabs my arm again. “Let me buy you dinner?” he asks, sounding uncertain.

This is new. He usually demands and then walks away. 

Maybe being sick has changed him. 

I nod slowly.

“That sounds good. I’ll text you the details,” I say, testing the waters.

He nods and heads off, leaving me intrigued by this new side of him.

This is the first time he let me pick.

This is interesting. 

The rest of the day goes smoothly. Mr. Lee is unusually kind to me—perhaps because of Mr. Kim. 

He’s like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, which is strange but welcome.

I’m the last to leave at six o’clock. 

I head upstairs to find Mr. Kim. When I step into his office, he’s so focused on his work that he doesn’t notice me. 

I watch him for a moment. 

He’s handsome, with that model-like charm that makes ladies swoon.

At least he has that going for him, I think to myself.

I don’t tell him where we’re going, but he correctly guesses as we approach my family’s chicken shop. 

I didn’t particularly want to go there. I would’ve picked the most expensive place I could find but my parents saw the news about his parents’ death anniversary and wanted to see him. 

When I told him, his face lit up and he walked with a bit more pep in his step.

I scoff. “Yah! Don’t get too close to them. They’ll be devastated when we ‘break up.’”

He suddenly slows down. 

“Then let’s not break up.” He says. His tone serious. 

I scoff, not taking him seriously. “What do you mean? We ‘break up’ at the end of the contract,” I say.

“Then let’s do it for real,” he says, as if he was explaining something simple.

“Do what for real?”

“Date. With intentions of marriage.”

I laugh it off and reach for the door. 

He grabs my hand and places it on his chest. 

His heart is beating hard and fast.

“I’m serious. Let’s do this. For real,” he repeats, staring into my eyes.

My heart skips a beat.

Before I can respond, Yunho comes out with the trash.

“Hyung!” He yells out before hugging Mr. Kim.

I pretend to be annoyed by rolling my eyes and entering the restaurant. In actuality I’m escaping so no one can see my blush. 

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After we finished our meal, Taehyung offered to help out at the shop.

I declined his offer multiple times, but he was insistent and eager to assist with our Friday rush.

I had a feeling he didn’t know what he was getting himself into.

And true to my expectations, the evening unfolded as anticipated. 

Taehyung got lost for twenty minutes on a delivery run and struggled with the register’s confusing interface.

His last attempt, working in the cramped kitchen, was especially awkward. 

His tall frame seemed out of place as he wrestled with frying the chicken. 

The heat from the oil was too intense, causing him to frequently pull his hand away.

Despite his struggles, Taehyung was determined. .. Admittedly, I admired his persistence as he continued to try and did so with a smile on his face.

I roll my eyes when I hear him mumble, “My future wife’s family owns a chicken shop, I should know how to fry chicken.” 

It was endearing to see him put in so much effort. 

My parents, too, were touched. And they showed admirable patience, assisting him until he finally got the hang of it. 

And after a few attempts, his fourth batch of chicken came out not just edible but surprisingly good.

I watched as he celebrated with my brother and parents. 

He was in the middle of a dramatic hug with my brother when our eyes met. 

I quickly shift my attention back to folding napkins, only to be approached by Taehyung, who handed me a piece of chicken. 

I took it, expecting him to walk away, but he lingered. Waiting for me to take a bite.

I took a bite and even I had to admit it was surprisingly good.

While not quite like my parents’, the effort he put into it seemed to add to the flavor in a different way.

I gave him a thumbs up, and he beamed before rushing back to join the others.

The night turned out to be the most enjoyable we’d had at the shop in a long time. 

My parents laughed more than usual, and though Taehyung wasn’t the most efficient helper, their happiness at having extra hands was palpable.

It was interesting to watch their interactions and how they dote on eachother.

After closing up, we settled down with some fruit. 

My parents asked Taehyung about his childhood, and I learned a lot about him through their interesting questions.

Around 1 a.m., my parents, exhausted, decided to call it a night. 

We prepared to set Taehyung up in Yunho’s room for the night, which Yunho of course complained about. 

I quite literally kicked him out of the room. 

Once out, I shut the door, annoyed by his antics. 

“Sleep in here with me,” Taehyung suddenly says. 

Before I can respond, he adds,  “I can’t sleep in unfamiliar places by myself.”

“Give it a shot,” I said.

“But I’m not sleepy,” he replied.

Yunho, having clearly been eavesdropping outside, came back into the room with an enthusiastic, “Let’s have a drink on the rooftop!” 

Taehyung agreed and off together they went. 

I hoped Yunho wouldn’t bother Taehyung too much. 

I lay in bed and think of today’s events: waking up at Taehyung’s, him defending me against Mr. Lee, and our night with my family. 

The highlight was his confession. 

Or what I think to be a confession. 

Hard to tell since Yunho ruined the moment. 

Eventually my eyes get tired and my thoughts slow down. 

As I’m about to drift off, my phone vibrates with a message from Taehyung.

Taehyung: I miss you T.T

Taehyung: Are you proud of me?

Me: What?

Taehyung: My chicken!

I couldn’t help but laugh. He must be tipsy.

Fishing for a compliment does seem like something he would do. 

Me: Yes, it was tasty!

Taehyung: I made good chicken ^.^

Taehyung: It’s official. We’re official now.

Taehyung: You can’t take it back! 

Taehyung: I’ll come to you now.

I started typing a response to dissuade him but was interrupted by the door opening. 

He must have been waiting outside my door.

He made his way over and boldly climbed into my bed. 

I stared at him in stunned silence.

“Yah, you can’t sleep here,” I said.

“I won’t fall asleep. Just let me lay down for a bit,” he whined.

Watching him earlier in the kitchen was like watching a puppy; now, seeing him whine in my bed, he seemed like a puppy again. 

I can’t help but give in.

He smiled happily as he got comfortable. “You didn’t respond, you know?” he said with his eyes closed.

I scoffed. He didn’t really give me a chance too with his rapid fire texts.

“You’re officially my girlfriend now. Like for real. Right?” he asked.

He was looking at me intently. He seemed to sober up some.

I felt shy under his gaze and replied simply, “Yes.”

His face lit up with a bright smile and he exclaimed childishly, “Yes!”

I quickly hush him to avoid waking my parents.

“So now that you’re my girlfriend, I have something to give you,” he said in a suggestive tone.

Though he was likely joking, it made me feel even more shy. 

“And what’s that?” I asked, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the pounding in my chest.

He turned my head to face him. Hesitating, he waited to see if I would protest. When I didn’t, he kissed me. 

His kiss was slow and deliberate. Eventually he pulls away making me strain to reach him until I can’t anymore.

He then settled back down in his spot. 

I was puzzled and slightly annoyed.

He noticed my annoyance. With a stupid smirk, he pulls me in for a cuddle.

“If we keep going, I won’t be able to stop.”

This makes my heart skip a beat.

The next morning, Yunho’s voice called out in search of Taehyung.

I had forgotten that Taehyung wasn’t supposed to fall asleep in my room. 

I nudged him awake, and at the sound of the door opening, he scrambled out of bed. 

Unfortunately, his feet were tangled in the blanket, and he hit the floor with a hard thud. 

Yunho, toothbrush in mouth and hand on his hip, stared at him in disbelief before shaking his head and leaving.

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~11 months later, Yuri’s POV:

I nearly jump out of my skin as I suddenly hear: 

“Hello! I’m Hwang Daehyun from HwangYong and Company.”

I was attending an official event with Taehyung and his grandfather, remaining in the background as usual. I spoke only when spoken to, keeping out of the limelight.

I quickly bow to the unfamiliar woman despite being confused by her sudden greeting. 

I expected her to leave afterward, but to my surprise, she remained standing in front of me.

We were currently cleaning up litter at an old park. It wasn’t the most fun way to spend the weekend, especially since I’ve been alone most of the time, but per the contract’s rules one outing a week was expected and this was Taehyung’s pick. 

Taking a break to chat with the lady seems somewhat appealing, I suppose.

“Are you Kim Taehyung’s girlfriend?” She asks.

I raise my eyebrows at the forwardness of her question.

“Yes. And you aaaare?” I respond, waiting for an answer. She must be asking for a reason.

“His ex-girlfriend. I was just wondering what kind of woman he ended up with” she says, eyeing me up and down with a look of disapproval. 

I do the same, taking in her luxury clothes. 

Who wears such things to do volunteer service, I can’t help but wonder. 

Suddenly Taehyung approaches us.

The woman straightens her posture and greets him.

“Oppa! It’s been so long! Are you free? Let’s grab dinner!” She said before latching on to his arm.

I look at their latched arms.

It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. 

It’s a public event, mind your manners I repeat mentally over and over again.

I look between the two and grow even more annoyed at realizing how good they look together. 

They look like a prince and princess. 

Taehyung suddenly places an arm around my back.

“My girlfriend and I already have plans. Thanks though!” He says. 

The smile falls off of the wench’s face. 

I can’t help but feel amused and giddy inside.

“Yuri, we’ll be late for our reservation. Let’s go” he said excitedly, before guiding me in the direction of his car.

As we walk to his car, he eyes me suspiciously. 

“What?” I ask, curious about his strange behavior. 

“Are you not jealous?” He asked, waving his arm. “She grabbed me! Didn’t that make you want to — I don’t know —  grab her by the hair?”

I scoff. 

Deep down I did want to grab her by the hair, but I would never let him know. .. No need to not inflate his already large ego.

“I’m a hot commodity,” he mumbles. … There’s that ego.

“Yes you are, Taehyung-ssi!” I say, patting his back.

Afterwards Taehyung drops me off at home to allow me some time to get ready for our dinner.

I’m unaware of the occasion, but I’m excited to be going out with him alone. 

No Yunho tagging along— as he always does now — and no ex-girlfriend. Just us. 

Despite the excitement, I can’t help but think about his ex-girlfriend. 

It was a volunteering service event, but had I known I’d be meeting his ex, I would’ve put in more effort. 

I saw her chatting amicably with his grandfather during the event and the fact that she had the nerve to grab Taehyung’s arm.. In front of me.. It just makes my blood boil. 

But I’ll forget about it for tonight. 

Tonight I have my date with Taehyung. It’ll go well. And things will be great, I try to convince myself. 

Later that night, Taehyung acts strange most of the dinner. He’s fidgety and isn’t talking as much as usual.

He even asks me to repeat myself a few times, clearly lost in his own thoughts.

I can’t help but wonder if seeing his ex stirred up some old feelings for him, but I play it off and go with the flow.

At the end of dinner, he pulls out a large envelope.

“Do you know what tonight is?” He suddenly asks me.

“… Tuesday?” I reply, having no clue what he could be referring to.

He places a hand on his chest, acting as if he were deeply offended.

“Look around and think reaaaaaaally hard,” he says with a smirk. 

I glance around and suddenly realize this is the restaurant where we first met. 

Then it hits me: we met around this time last year. “The blind date,” I say, continuing to look around. 

We’re even seated in the same spot. 

A memory of me shoveling chocolate cake into my mouth flashes in my mind, making me cringe. 

I must’ve been so worried about him and his ex that I hadn’t realized our “anniversary” and that he went out of his way to plan a celebration. 

He nods.

“It’s been a year. This contract has expired!” He says, sliding the envelope over to me.

I can’t help but smile as I pull it out. 

“Time flies,” I say and truly it does. 

This time last year, I hated Kim Taehyung. He was the bane of my existence and now he is the man that holds my heart. The man whose texts make me smile and who I reach out to when I’m having a bad day.

“It does.” He says simply before standing. 

“Taehyung-ssi, what are—“

“There’s something else in the envelope for you.”

I cock my head in confusion. Hesitantly, I reach for the envelope again.  

I shake it a few times and am surprised when a ring falls out into my hand.

In complete shock, I look back over at Taehyung, who is now down on one knee. 

My heart stops. 

“I know since that day, I've asked you countless times. I hope today will be the day you say yes. Yuri-ssi, will you marry me?"