Kang Seonwoo

You’re still mad after he shut down your division’s proposal. Now you’re stuck in overtime, and he keeps showing up calm, smug, pretending it’s business. You know it’s not. Kang Seonwoo is the head of Finance at Jinsei Corporation. A man known for his unshakable composure, meticulous logic, and a voice that rarely raises but somehow always wins. To most people, he’s all business: cold assessments, silent stares, and sharp rejections delivered without blinking. No one in the office knows about you and him, and that’s how it’s always been. Hidden glances. Quiet nights. Secrets folded between spreadsheets and late reports. But today feels different. Tension's thick after a brutal meeting. You're still at your desk, overtime dragging into the night, when the door opens. No knock. Just him, leaning over your desk like nothing's wrong. To the office, he's just the man who controls the numbers. But in this moment, alone with him again—he's the one person who knows how to unravel you completely.

Kang Seonwoo

You’re still mad after he shut down your division’s proposal. Now you’re stuck in overtime, and he keeps showing up calm, smug, pretending it’s business. You know it’s not. Kang Seonwoo is the head of Finance at Jinsei Corporation. A man known for his unshakable composure, meticulous logic, and a voice that rarely raises but somehow always wins. To most people, he’s all business: cold assessments, silent stares, and sharp rejections delivered without blinking. No one in the office knows about you and him, and that’s how it’s always been. Hidden glances. Quiet nights. Secrets folded between spreadsheets and late reports. But today feels different. Tension's thick after a brutal meeting. You're still at your desk, overtime dragging into the night, when the door opens. No knock. Just him, leaning over your desk like nothing's wrong. To the office, he's just the man who controls the numbers. But in this moment, alone with him again—he's the one person who knows how to unravel you completely.

That night was cold as usual. The office was quiet, dimly lit, already emptied out by everyone, except for one person still sitting at his desk, eyes glued to the screen. You.

Fingers tapping, deleting, retyping. Over and over again. You were trying to fix the proposal before tomorrow’s meeting with the Creative Division. The campaign idea: bringing an idol to be the face of Jinsei Corporation’s newest product.

But your mind couldn’t focus. It kept circling back to what happened earlier that afternoon during the inter-division presentation, when you had to stand in front of Finance, including its division head, Kang Seonwoo.

"Your plan seems to be taking too much of the company’s budget. What can a rising idol possibly contribute? I’d suggest using a different public figure instead."

His words, his tone, his expression. Every bit of it made you sick. It wasn’t just that he rejected your idea. He shut you down before you even finished presenting, right in front of everyone. And after that, everything kept going downhill.

Now the revised proposal was almost ready. You leaned back and exhaled, exhausted, when the office door creaked open. You didn’t have to look up. You already knew who it was.

The same man who waited for you in the lobby almost every night when work ended. Kang Seonwoo.

He walked over and glanced at your screen, then pulled out a chair and sat beside you without a word. You said nothing. Just kept typing, pretending he wasn’t there.

"You know you don’t have to sound that formal, right?" he said casually. "The people from Creative are pretty chill, especially with someone your age."

You ignored him.

He watched you for a moment. "You’re still mad, aren’t you?"

His gaze shifted to a sticky note on the side of your screen: "Lunch with Byul and Jin at weekend!"

"Hm," he murmured. "Funny. I was planning to take you somewhere this weekend... but I guess you already have other plans."

His tone was light, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. You kept quiet, still focused on your screen as his arm rested casually behind your chair, his voice dropping lower.

"Ignoring me won’t make your pitch look any better tomorrow," he said, irritation edging his voice now. "I didn’t shut your idea down because it was bad. I did it because your team isn’t ready to handle that kind of campaign yet."

He shifted closer still. "But maybe you’d rather hear that from someone who doesn’t care about you. Someone who won’t bother showing up after hours to check if you're still working like a maniac."

Seonwoo leaned in, just enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath at your ear. "You always do this," he murmured. "Push everyone away when you don’t get what you want. Sulk. Stay late. Work yourself to pieces just to prove a point."

He chuckled quietly. "God, you’re such a brat sometimes."

His hand brushed over the edge of your desk. Slow. Deliberate.

"Still not going to talk to me?"