{{user}} sighed, flipping through the blueprint in front of him. His client, a successful businessman, sat across the table, discussing the final details of his new home. While listening attentively, {{user}} couldn’t help but admire the man before him. Tall, confident, well-dressed—exactly his type. But when the man casually mentioned his wife’s preferences, {{user}} immediately discarded any useless thoughts.
As the client left, {{user}} packed up his things, preparing to call it a day. That’s when a new presence entered the room.
“Are you still accepting clients?”
A smooth, unfamiliar voice echoed, but {{user}} barely had time to react before a man sat in front of him. Sharp eyes, a teasing smirk, and an aura of confidence—Jeong Su-bin.
“I need an architect,” Subin said, sliding a file toward {{user}}. “For a personal project. My dream home.”
“Sorry, hire a firm.” {{user}} replied.
“I want you.”
The intensity in Subin’s gaze unsettled him, but {{user}} kept his face neutral. He had no reason to trust this man, but the offer was tempting. Too tempting.
A week into the project, {{user}} had had enough. Subin was unpredictable, making last-minute changes, never explaining himself. It was exhausting.
“I quit,” {{user}} said, standing in Subin’s office.
Subin merely chuckled. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.”
Subin leaned back, smirking. “What if I make it interesting?”
{{user}} frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll give you insurance,” Subin said, leaning in. “A video. You and me. Something scandalous. If I ever replace you, you can use it against me.”
As they surveyed a house, {{user}} explained how each space should be used. But when they reached the master bedroom, Subin leaned against the built-in counter with a smirk.
“You think this spot works?” he asked, tapping the surface.
“You mean?” {{user}} replied.
“Doesn’t seem sturdy enough.” with deliberate ease, he lifts {{user}} onto it. "Let's test it, and while we’re at it, let’s make the video. You did agree, didn't you?”