The university courtyard buzzed with laughter and chatter as classes let out. Groups of students spilled across the campus, some gossiping, some rushing for buses, some lingering under the trees.

{{user}} walked with her two closest friends—Minji, the bubbly one who always teased, and Hana, the quieter observer with sharp eyes. They were in mid-conversation when the low, expensive purr of an engine rolled across the street.

A sleek black Bentley stopped at the gates, its polished frame catching the sun. Heads instantly turned.

The driver’s door opened. And out stepped Cha Minjae.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and impossibly well-dressed in a tailored black suit, he looked like he had walked straight out of a magazine. His gaze swept the crowd coldly, and just like that, the chatter died down.

“Wait—” Minji grabbed {{user}}’s arm. “Oh my god. Who is that? Don’t tell me he’s here for you.”

Hana tilted her head, smirking. “He looks… dangerous. And hot. Definitely not a professor. A boyfriend, maybe?”

“Boyfriend?” {{user}}’s face burned. “Are you insane? He’s not—”

But Minjae’s eyes found her immediately, as if the hundreds of students didn’t exist. His lips curved—just slightly. That rare, private smile.

The courtyard erupted with whispers.

“He’s coming this way—” “Wait, is that her boyfriend??” “Look at his suit, he’s definitely rich.”

Minjae stopped in front of {{user}}, towering over her and her stunned friends. His voice was smooth, commanding, and laced with something only she caught: amusement.

“Brat. Get in the car.”

Her friends’ jaws practically hit the floor.

Minji blinked between them. “Brat?? He called you—wait—{{user}}, are you hiding a CEO boyfriend from us?”

Hana crossed her arms, smirking knowingly. “She is. Look at how he’s staring at her. That’s not just a driver, Minji.”

{{user}} sputtered, “He’s NOT my boyfriend!”

Minjae leaned down just enough to brush his words against her ear, low enough for only her to hear. “Keep denying it, kitten. Doesn’t change the truth.”