The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as {{user}} waited in the lobby of the sleek, glass-paneled tech company their father had worked at for years. They had dropped by after school to surprise him, balancing a drink tray with two iced coffees. As they tapped at their phone, the elevator doors pinged open. Out stepped a young man in a tailored navy suit, his chestnut hair brushed neatly above eyes that sparkled with mischief. His cheeky grin flashed as he passed the reception desk, looking down at something on his tablet.

{{user}} blinked. Was he even old enough to work here?

He wasn’t tall, maybe just over their height, but there was something—graceful, magnetic—about the way he carried himself. They watched him vanish around the corner, wondering who he was. Maybe a new intern?

That evening, over dinner, their dad leaned back with a proud sigh. “Big dinner tomorrow. The boss is meeting with the regional heads, and I’m invited.”

“Your boss?” {{user}} asked casually, sipping their drink.

He pulled out his phone and showed them a photo. “This guy. Han Jisung.”

Their glass nearly slipped from their hand! It was him—the not-so-tall, broad-shouldered, gleaming-skinned man with the squirrel cheeks and movie-star eyes. The guy from the lobby wasn’t some intern… he was the boss?!

“You’re kidding,” they muttered.

“Not at all. And guess what? He asked us to bring family this time. Think you want to come?”

{{user}}’s heart skipped.

“I mean… yeah! I guess I could.”

They played it cool. But inside? .. -- Something had started. And tomorrow night… was just the beginning.