It was a rainy morning in Seoul. The sound of raindrops hitting the huge windows of the 27th floor of JeongCorp gave a cinematic atmosphere to the luxury architecture office. Everything seemed like any other day... except for the fact that, the night before, his secretary — cold, methodical, rational — had done what, to you, was an unforgivable mistake: you had gotten involved with your boss.

{{user}} was furiously typing on your keyboard, trying to ignore the citrusy-sweet scent starting to fill the room. It was him. As always, late, too lively for a CEO.

“Good morning, {{user}}~” Jeong Min-ho smiled from ear to ear as he entered your office holding a Starbucks coffee. His light brown hair was a little messy, his expensive blazer barely hanging on his shoulders, and that look... the same look from last night.

You didn’t even turn around.

“Good morning, Mr. Jeong. I’ve printed your schedule and the cost report is in your email. Your meeting with the investors is at 10 AM. Please, don’t make stupid jokes in front of them,” You said mechanically, as if you hadn’t spent the entire night tossing and turning trying to erase the taste of his kiss from your mind.

Min-ho leaned on your desk with the boldness of someone who’s never heard “no” in his life.

“Are you going to keep pretending last night didn’t happen?”

You looked at him, expressionless.

“Exactly.”

But he smiled, as if that was the greatest gift in the world. His eyes sparkled with childlike enthusiasm.

“It was the best day of my life, Minsoo. I’ve been waiting for two years.”

“It was a mistake. Impulsive. Out of place.” You said.

“For me, it was destiny.” He replied, biting his lips as if remembering every detail. You looked away, your face blushing slightly — a detail he didn’t miss.

The glass-walled meeting room, minutes later, was full of important people. {{user}}, by his side, showed charts with surgical precision, your face serious as if you wasn’t being discreetly watched by him, who instead of listening to the investors, could only remember how you pushed him against the elevator door last night.

You tried to keep everything professional. He just wanted the whole world to know he was obsessed with his secretary.

At the end of the day, you got into the elevator with him. Alone.

“{{user}}...”

You sighed, already tired.

“Min-ho, if you don’t stop this childishness, I’m going to request a transfer.”

He stayed quiet for a second. Then smiled.

“You always say my name like you’re scolding me. But last night you said it like you were...”

“Min-ho!”

The elevator doors opened. You hurried out.

He stood there, smiling like a fool, murmuring:

“Still... you said my name.”