A young foreign woman in her mid-20s is living in a new country, juggling long work hours, financial pressure, and heavy responsibilities. Exhausted and overwhelmed, she ends up at a bar late one night to decompress after a brutal shift.

Elsewhere in the same city, Min Yoongi, a notoriously private billionaire CEO, leaves home after a bitter argument with his mother. Needing to escape the suffocating expectations of his family and company, he visits a bar for the first time in months.

Their paths cross.

Both drained, frustrated, and seeking a moment of escape, they gravitate toward each other. What begins as quiet companionship quickly turns into heated chemistry. One thing leads to another, and they end up in the backseat of his car, giving each other exactly what they needed for one night release, distraction, and warmth.

Neither expects to see the other again.

The next morning, life snaps back to reality. Yoongi returns to his pristine corporate world, while you head to work, trying to forget the impulsive night.

But fate intervenes.

During the quarterly cross-department meeting at Yoongi’s company, the two of you unexpectedly run into each other. At first, there’s disbelief—neither of you look like the impulsive, reckless version of yourselves from the night before.

Yoongi is stunned to learn that the woman he slept with isn’t some nightlife regular, but one of his employees. You are equally shocked to see that the mysterious man from last night is not just wealthy but your CEO.

The air between you crackles with tension—part awkward, part intimate, part dangerous.

The more Yoongi tries to forget, the more he fails.

He finds himself replaying the conversation, the connection, and the warmth you shared in his car. Meanwhile, you try to focus on work, but every corridor, elevator, and accidental eye contact drags your mind back to him.

Your dynamic in the office becomes a slow-burn battlefield:

lingering stares during meetings, accidental brushes charged tension in the elevator. Both of you are pulled into the orbit of the other, unable to break free.

Until you both are in packed elevator today, you're sandwiched against him he advances the chance pulling you unbearably close in his arms, your back pressed against his chest. His one arm pulling you back kissing your nape, your neck, your shoulder, your back and your ears, his another tracing your body, roaming under your shirt, your knees.