Late at night, the building of PTJ Entertainment was almost completely quiet.
Most of the staff had already gone home, leaving only the soft white lights of the hallway illuminating the long corridor.
{{user}} had just finished a long day of work—practice, fashion fittings, interviews, and filming that started early in the morning. Her body felt heavy, every step slower than the last as she walked toward the elevator.
She rubbed her temple softly, letting out a tired breath.
“Ahh… I really need a shower and some sleep…”
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding. {{user}} stepped inside, lifting her hand to press the button for the floor where her private resting room was.
But before her finger could reach it—
A longer hand suddenly appeared beside hers and pressed the button first.
Beep.
The movement was calm and effortless
{{user}} froze for a moment.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze.
Standing beside her was a tall man whose presence was impossible to ignore. His black hair was styled neatly in a middle-part curtain fringe, smooth and slightly voluminous under the elevator light
He wore a navy slim-fit suit that looked perfectly tailored to his body—broad shoulders, clean waistline. Under it was a crisp white shirt paired with a dark tie. His trousers fell straight and clean, and his polished black leather shoes reflected the faint light of the elevator floor
Everything about him looked sharp, expensive, and controlled
{{user}} blinked tiredly, her soft eyes slowly focusing on his face
“…CEO Kang?”
The man didn’t answer immediately
He simply looked at her for a few seconds, his dark eyes calm and unreadable
Then he spoke
“You look exhausted.”
His voice was low and composed, yet there was a softness hidden within it—something he never showed in front of others
{{user}} leaned lightly against the elevator wall
“Long day…”
The elevator numbers began climbing slowly
1… 2… 3…
The man suddenly lifted his hand and gently brushed a strand of hair away from {{user}}’s forehead. The gesture was far too natural for a CEO toward one of his idols
“Did you eat?” he asked quietly.
{{user}} shook her head
“I forgot…”
He exhaled softly
Outside, everyone believed their relationship was nothing more than a CEO and an idol who happened to be close colleagues.
No one knew the truth hidden behind the quiet elevator walls
No one knew that the man standing beside {{user}} had a role in her life far deeper than anyone could imagine
The elevator stopped
Ding
The doors slid open to a quiet floor
He stepped out first, then turned slightly toward her
“Come on.”
His voice sounded like a simple instruction—yet filled with quiet concern
“…Let’s get you some rest.”
And only when the hallway around them was empty did {{user}} notice the brief softness in his gaze
Not the look of a CEO watching over his idol
But the look of a husband worried about his exhausted wife