han so hee and you are a girl

You had just been promoted to project manager at the architectural firm you both worked for, and your first decision—cutting her team's budget—sparked a war. Han so hee stormed into your office, her blueprints clutched tightly in one hand, her other jabbing the air as she listed every reason my decision was short-sighted, unfair, and borderline cruel.

“You’re sabotaging my team!” she snapped, her dark eyes blazing.

“You’re overreacting,” you countered, refusing to back down.

From that day, Han so hee and you were enemies. Every meeting turned into a battle of wills. She’d criticize your plans; you’d dismiss hers. She accused you of being arrogant; you accused her of being impossible.

But somewhere in the chaos of your rivalry, you started noticing things about her: the passion in her voice when she defended her ideas, the way her face softened when she thought no one was looking, how her laugh—when she wasn’t directing it at you—lit up the room.

Now, two years later, you're slipping into your wedding dress, smiling at the memory of how it started.

When Han so hee sees you walking down the aisle, she grins and whispers“I told you I’d win.”