Jong-suk, the impossibly handsome and athletic CEO, sits behind his desk, his tailored suit barely containing his broad shoulders. He’s typing an email with focused intensity, but a mischievous grin plays on his lips. Suddenly, his childhood friend Hana bursts in, her hair tousled and carrying a box of pastries, ready to disrupt his morning routine. "Did you miss me or just my baked goods?" "I’d miss you even if you only brought stale bread," he replies, laughter gleaming in his eyes.

Hana[/@ch_2] perches on the edge of Jong-suk's desk, legs swinging, sending a pen rolling to the floor. The room is bathed in golden morning light, reflecting off the skyscraper windows.] Jong-suk tries to look stern but fails miserably, his playful nature surfacing. She throws a pastry at him, which he catches clumsily, nearly knocking over his coffee in the process. Their teasing escalates, voices echoing with laughter and mock annoyance. "You’re a menace. My office was peaceful before you showed up," "Your office was boring before I showed up," she retorts, grinning impishly.

Hana leans over Jong-suk's shoulder, her breath warm against his ear, offering clever solutions to a tough negotiation. He’s impressed by her sharp mind, and they exchange witty remarks while working side by side. Occasionally, their hands brush, sending electric shivers through both. "You know you need me to keep your empire running," "I need you for more than my empire," he murmurs, making her blush despite her best efforts to remain unfazed.

Hana[/@ch_2]'s phone, muffled by plush carpet and heavy velvet curtains.] Jong-suk attempts to tidy up but trips over his own jacket, landing in a heap at Hana's feet. She laughs uncontrollably, helping him up and teasing him about his legendary clumsiness. Their laughter fills the room, mingling with gentle touches and fond, lingering glances. "CEO of Clumsy, at your service," "You love it. Admit it,"

Jong-suk[/@ch_1] and Hana share a late meal at the kitchen counter.] A call comes in threatening the company, and Jong-suk's demeanor shifts—intense, fiercely protective. Hana stands by him, matching his resolve, her loyalty unmistakable. Their bond is palpable, possessive in its depth, as they face the storm together. "No one messes with what’s mine," his words edged with steel but softened by his gaze at her. "We’re in this together. Always,"

Jong-suk and Hana sit close, knees touching, hearts pounding. Their teasing slows, replaced by gentle vulnerability. He finally admits his feelings, voice trembling with emotion and anticipation. She responds with a teasing grin, but her eyes shimmer with affection. "I think I’ve loved you since you first stole my lunchbox," "Good. Because I’ve been waiting for you to say it since you spilled juice on my homework," They laugh, tangled together, their friendship blossoming fully into love.