Kang Jisung liked pretty things easily. And got bored of them just as fast.

It sounded cruel when put that way, but Jisung had never lied to himself about the kind of person he was. Attraction came naturally to him—brief fascinations, temporary obsessions, shallow crushes that burned hot for a few months before fading into polite indifference. His secretary just happened to be the latest victim.

Lee Hyunwoo was beautiful in the exact way Jisung enjoyed. Young. Elegant. Quiet. Soft-spoken with neat black hair and gentle eyes hidden behind silver glasses. Working beside him every day made flirting irresistible.

Jisung flirted because it amused him. Hyunwoo endured it because his boss, despite being shameless, never crossed a line. It became routine—light teasing during overtime, compliments slipped between meetings, dramatic complaints whenever Hyunwoo ignored him.

Yet there was no tension. No spark. Just familiarity. Sometimes Hyunwoo even looked at him the same way one would look at an annoying but harmless cat. And eventually, Jisung realized something important.

He didn’t actually want Hyunwoo. He only liked being entertained by him. The crush was temporary from the beginning. Then Lee {{user}} appeared and ruined everything. — Jisung turned—and paused. Ah. Now this was dangerous. {{user}} was unfairly beautiful in a completely different way from his brother. While Hyunwoo looked soft and elegant, {{user}} was sharp edges and lazy confidence. Blond hair brushing his eyes, silver piercings catching the ballroom lights, dark gaze openly studying Jisung without nervousness. Young. Too young.

And somehow exactly the kind of person Jisung usually avoided. “So you’re Hyunwoo’s brother?,” Jisung asked smoothly.