The sharp, defensive echo of Kim Han-eun's high-heel boot slammed against the narrow restroom corridor as her system violently attempted to execute a retreat loop. She turned her torso sharply to stomp away from Kang Ha-joon's immediate personal circle. However, in her uncoordinated, highly intoxicated state, her visual parameters failed to map that the delicate, flowing hem of her pastel pink silk gown was physically trapped directly beneath the heavy sole of Ha-joon's custom Italian leather dress shoe.As her frame lunged forward with raw physical momentum, a sharp, loud sound of expensive fabric violently ripping completely tore through the quiet vacuum of the corridor lane."Ah!!!" Han-eun gasped out in absolute, paralyzing horror. Her eyes dilated wide as she rapidly spun her torso around, her hands frantically lunging downward to clutch the massive tear at her waistline. A deep, toe-curling mixture of raw shyness, vulnerability, and blinding anger flushed across her burning cheeks as she glared up at him. "What... what on earth did your hands just execute?!""Wait! Execute a pause command right there! Stop moving your frame!" Ha-joon's own dark eyes went wide with pure, unadulterated executive shock as he mapped the ruined dress structure."Huh?!" Han-eun stammered slurrily, her fingers trembling as she desperately tried to block the open seam from view. "What do your thoughts want to do to my station now?! Another punishment loop...? Another corporate mandate...?"Without dropping a single millisecond of his composure, Ha-joon's long fingers moved with fluid, masculine precision. He reached up, smoothly unbuttoning his bespoke dark navy suit coat, stripped it completely off his broad shoulders, and stepped inside her personal circle to carefully, protectively drape the heavy luxury fabric over her trembling shoulders."Sit completely still," Ha-joon commanded, his deep voice dropping into a low, kerrdak register that carried absolute authority. "My registry will not execute any actions against your file. Just follow my lead and come with me right now.""Where on earth are you dragging my frame?" Han-eun mumbled, her balance charts swaying as the alcohol sulfur vapours continued to cloud her brain."To the private executive waiting room vanity suite," Ha-joon spoke through his teeth, his hand anchoring firmly onto her shoulder panel as he guided her steps down the hidden corridor lane. "Do not drop a single additional question into the database. Let's move our coordinates before any gossipy office staff members spot our profiles together. I absolutely refuse to let anyone map our systems in this proximity.""There is completely zero need for your protective protocols!" Han-eun huffed slurrily, aggressively brushing his large hand away from her shoulder block as her stubborn pride flared up. "My legs can execute a walk on their own baseline! My system hasn't processed so much liquor that I'm completely, helplessly wasted!""Hah! My own thoughts possess absolutely, completely zero romantic interest in your physical coordination either," Ha-joon countered with icy corporate finality, his executive mask freezing back over as he sharply removed his support. "So go ahead and walk your individual build down the hall."Ha-joon aggressively stepped ahead, his boots clicking rigidly against the marble tiles.Han-eun glared at the back of his head, her speech parameters dropping into a slow, heavily slurred mumble as her steps staggered behind him. "He forcefully tore my entire expensive dress gown... yet his arrogant mouth still mandatory can't bring itself to drop a single word of apology to my registry..."But the exact microsecond she muttered the bitter words to her internal database, her boot caught the shredded hem of the silk gown once again. Her physical coordination completely failed, and she tripped violently over her own dress panels, crashing flat down onto the hard corridor floor boards with a soft groan!Thud.Ha-joon sharply halted his stride. He slowly rotated his broad shoulders around, taking in the hilarious sight of the fierce, stubborn girl tangled helplessly inside his oversized suit coat on the floor. A rare, genuinely amused, and beautifully warm chuckle escaped his lips as he turned back, leaning his towering executive frame down toward her coordinates."What on earth just happened to your independent baseline, Miss Kim?" Ha-joon teased, his dark eyes sparkling with a secret, dangerous thrill. "Didn't your vocal cords just proudly broadcast that your legs could execute a walk perfectly well on their own?""Are your thoughts actively making fun of my station?!" Han-eun glared up past her dark wavy hair, her lips pouting aggressively as her cheeks burned like fire. "You are so unbelievably, monstrously mean to my files...""Alright then," Ha-joon shrugged his broad shoulders, calmly shifting his torso to execute a departure loop. "Have it your way.""Where on earth are you going?!" Han-eun gasped in a sudden panic, her hands clutching his coat panels tighter."If my character files are so incredibly mean to your system, why should my hands execute a single drop of assistance to save your frame?" Ha-joon countered coldly, pausing his steps."I'm sorry!" Han-eun yelled out slurrily, her toe-curling shyness completely melting into raw, desperate defeat as she looked up with wide, glassy eyes. "Please... just help my system up."Ha-joon didn't waste a single millisecond. He bent down, his long, powerful arms smoothly sliding beneath her frame as he effortlessly scooped her entire body up into a dominant, protective bridal carry, trapping her fragile build securely against his broad chest block."This..." Han-eun flustered a deep crimson color, her small hands automatically locking around his neck panels for survival balance as her heart leaped straight into her throat."This is strictly executed so your uncoordinated build doesn't crash flat onto my floorboards again," Ha-joon stated with absolute executive coldness, though his heart was hammering at a dangerous frequency against her cheek."Right..." Han-eun murmured in a low whisper, completely paralyzed by his overwhelming masculine proximity as her eyes tracked his sharp jawline.Ha-joon marched down the VIP hall with heavy, protective strides, pushing past the double doors of the private vanity suite. He carefully, gently set her frame down onto the plush leather sofa cushions, stepping back to draw his smartphone device out from his trousers pocket."Sit firmly on this cushion for a little while," Ha-joon commanded, already executing a high-priority call log."Okay," Han-eun mumbled drazily, her head sinking into the pillows as she began to playfully, drunkenly tease the air behind his back, mimicking his strict profile with her fingers.[INT. GRAND BALLROOM – SAME TIME]Meanwhile, back across the chaotic, high-density ballroom floor, Park Chae-won was running into a massive tracking malfunction."Where on earth did Lee Min-juh disappear to?!" Chae-won groaned out loud, her eyes scanning the investor tables. Just then, her visual radar mapped Min-juh's towering, commanding build engaged in a formal discussion with an enterprise leader near the grand curtains. She rapidly marched her boots straight over to his coordinates."Excuse my entry for just a single millisecond, Lee," Chae-won interrupted in a frantic, hushed whisper, her face pale with total anxiety. "My hands mandatory need to have an urgent word with your database.""Excuse my stance," Min-juh calmly told his companion, turning his dark corporate mask toward her. "What exactly has happened to the system logs, Chae-won?""I think our entire group should immediately head straight back home across the city lines," Chae-won reported, her lower lip trembling."Why?" Min-juh's eyes narrowed into a razor-sharp glare, his protective instincts instantly triggering as he scanned the room. "And where on earth is Kim Han-eun's station?""She... her system has processed so much heavy liquor that she is currently trapped inside the restroom portal, throwing up her entire database!""What?!" Min-juh's deep voice dropped into an intensely annoyed, low frequency that sent a cold shiver down her spine. "Why on earth did your fingers leave her frame completely alone inside a public corridor?! Your mind knows perfectly well that Han-eun always manufactures a chaotic, uncoordinated scene the exact microsecond she drinks alcohol parameters—your database remembers that past playground habit, don't you?!""Hey! Why are your vocal cords mashing all the intense blame onto my files?!" Chae-won whined slurrily, pouting her lips aggressively. "My feet were actually going directly with her frame, but her mouth explicitly stated she needed to call your system so you could execute a ride home! Come on, stop the scolding and let's go see where her coordinates are trapped!""Yeah... hurry up and move your steps," Min-juh commanded coldly, his boots clicking heavily against the marble as they sprinted toward the restroom corridors.[INT. PRIVATE VANITY SUITE – CONTINUOUS]"Hello, Miss Shan?" Ha-joon spoke strictly into his phone line, pacing the floorboards of the private dressing room while Han-eun continued to watch his movements with blurry vision. "Please locate the high-end evening gown designed exclusively for our model line and bring the wardrobe data directly over to the vanity suite coordinates immediately—and bring a fresh glass of citrus juice to clear up an intense hangover parameter while your hands are at it.""Alright, immediately, Mr. Kang," the fashion manager responded through the audio link.A short while later, the electronic lock clicked, and Miss Shan arrived inside the suite threshold frame, holding a luxury garment bag alongside a fresh glass of hangover remedy. She handed the juice glass straight to the CEO."Here you go, Mr. Kang. The recovery logs are ready," Miss Shan reported politely."Right," Ha-joon nodded with cold corporate discipline, gesturing toward the wardrobe racks. "Pick out a beautiful, flawless dress configuration from that bag—one that will perfectly fit her body parameters.""Understood, Sir," Miss Shan smiled, stepping deeper into the suite clearing.Ha-joon turned his torso, stepping over to the sofa block as he handed the citrus glass straight down into Han-eun's personal space. "Drink this solution immediately; it will mandatory help clear up your intense hangover charts.""Ugh, my mouth absolutely, completely doesn't want to drink that trash!" Han-eun whined in a heavily drunken, cute tone, aggressively pushing the glass away from her face with her fingers. "It's probably completely bitter, and my system is not even that drunk anyway!""No, your build mandatory has to drink this data," Ha-joon countered through his teeth, his possessive, protective irritation flaring up as he bent down, forcefully yet gently guiding the glass back to her lips from behind her shoulder panels. "Just swallow the liquid—do your thoughts get the command? Drink it, got it?""Ugh... no..." Han-eun turned her beautiful face away in total, stubborn defiance, but Ha-joon stubbornly managed to feed the citrus juice straight past her lips, forcing her system to process the hangover cure.Watching this intensely private, deeply romantic domestic tug-of-war from the wardrobe racks, Miss Shan couldn't contain her thoughts, a warm, genuine smile breaking across her face. "Mr. Kang... let my lips say the truth... you two look absolutely, wonderfully good together under this light.""I'll drink the remaining data myself!" Han-eun huffed slurrily, snatching the glass in total shyness as her face burned hot. "It's completely not nice for your hands to force people!""Hah!" Ha-joon let out a rare, genuine laugh, his strict mask entirely vanishing for a fleeting millisecond as he shook his head. "The fierce way your mouth was talking on my design floor yesterday—and look at how incredibly, ridiculously adorable your system looks after having a single drink!"Realizing his corporate filter had just completely collapsed, Ha-joon sharply cleared his throat, his demeanor instantly freezing back into cold executive parameters as he turned to face the fashion manager. "Just ignore that database file. Miss Shan...""Yes, Mr. Kang?""Have your fingers successfully select-tracked a proper dress yet?""I honestly don't know what to say to your registry, Sir," Miss Shan sighed, looking thoroughly confused by the garment sizes. "I just completely can't figure out which specific dress configuration would actually fit her unique body proportions cleanly.""Alright, step aside and let my own vision take a look at the data," Ha-joon commanded, stepping directly into the wardrobe racks."You know the parameters, Sir...?" Miss Shan blinked."No, but my design brain will figure the alignment out perfectly," Ha-joon responded through his teeth. He began running his long fingers through the high-end designer gowns, reviewing the fabric lines with sharp, expert precision. "This specific layout would be entirely too big on her frame... mandatory not this one either..."Suddenly, Ha-joon's fingers halted. He pulled out a stunning, jaw-dropping black evening gown crafted from premium silk and obsidian crystals that shimmered beautifully under the vanity bulbs."Yes, this configuration is absolutely, flawlessly perfect," Ha-joon announced, his voice carrying deep, unyielding satisfaction as he handed the garment bag over. "Take this specific piece, Miss Shan. This dress is flawless. My system will wait outside the corridor; please assist her frame with the getting-dressed protocols.""Yes, Sir," Miss Shan nodded.Ha-joon stepped past the threshold block, waiting rigidly outside the wooden door panels while Miss Shan assisted Han-eun inside.A short while later, the heavy door slid open smoothly. Kim Han-eun stepped out onto the corridor floorboards—completely transformed into a vision of breathtaking, high-end dark elegance in the obsidian gown, though she was also still stubbornly wearing Ha-joon's large navy suit coat draped over her shoulders."Wow!!!" Han-eun cheered in a sweet, heavily intoxicated loop of pure joy, entirely dead to corporate boundaries as she looked down at the flowing dark fabric. "This dress is absolutely, completely magnificent!"Moving with raw, childlike excitement, she began spinning around in fast circles right in the center of the corridor, her pink-flushed face lighting up with a beautiful, carefree laugh.Ha-joon stood perfectly still, his back against the wall paneling as his deep, dark eyes locked entirely onto her spinning form. An unreadable, profoundly soft and pleased expression broke completely through his cold executive mask as he watched her dance under the amber lamps. I really, truly like this visual data, his internal database tracked silently."Mrs. Shan," Ha-joon commanded smoothly, not breaking his gaze from Han-eun for a single second. "Please locate Miss Park Chae-won's coordinates and summon her straight to this vanity suite immediately.""Very well, Sir," Mrs. Shan bowed politely, exiting down the corridor lane."Miss Kim Han-eun, execute a pause command—you're going to lose your balance and fall flat onto the floorboards again!" Ha-joon scolded, a sharp note of protective irritation returning to his vocal cords as she continued to spin uncoordinately. "Miss Won, get your frame over here—now!"The exact microsecond his sharp command hit her ears, Han-eun abruptly halted her spinning wheels. Moving on raw, drunken impulse, she walked straight over into his immediate personal circle, extended her arms, and threw her upper body completely forward, wrapping her arms securely around Kang Ha-joon's neck in a tight, deep embrace!"Ah... my system is completely, totally exhausted," Han-eun murmured slurrily, burying her hot, flushed face right against the fabric of his neck as she leaned her entire weight into his broad chest block. "I want to go straight back home across the city lines. Carry my frame all the way out, Mr. Kang!""H-Have you completely lost your design sanity?!" Ha-joon stammered in an intense, panicked executive tremor, his entire body going rigid like a stone statue as a massive shock wave slammed straight into his nervous system. His face flushed a deep crimson color under her sudden, blinding proximity. "Get your body away from my coordinates immediately!""Carry my frame! I explicitly told your mouth that I am too tired to move!" Han-eun whined stubbornly, tightening her grip around his shoulders like an absolute lock.Step! Step! Step!Before the supreme CEO could even formulate a single drop of physical defense to peel her frame off his chest, the sound of rapid, heavy leather boots violently echoed from the corridor threshold corner.Lee Min-juh and Park Chae-won arrived at the coordinates at that exact milestone fraction of a second!"Wow..." Chae-won instantly let out a loud, highly amused chuckle through her teeth, her jaw dropping as her eyes mapped her friend completely wrapped around the billionaire boss. "Look at her state..."Lee Min-juh's features instantly darkened into an absolute, terrifyingly cold layer of raw, monstrous hostile fury as his eyes mapped Han-eun inside the CEO's personal circle. Moving with unstoppable, high-velocity power, Min-juh marched directly into their space. He reached his long fingers out, forcefully yet gently separating Han-eun's fragile frame straight away from Ha-joon's body, and pulled her securely into his own strong arms, anchoring her weight defensively against his own chest block!"Huh...?" Han-eun blinked her glassy, drunken eyes, looking up slurrily at his face. "Lee Min-juh...? You're finally here at my coordinates? Please, don't launch a scolding lecture loop right now. My system is really, perfectly fine now. I even drank a whole glass of citrus solution to calm my hangovers down."The exact microsecond Han-eun was ripped out of his personal circle and trapped inside the rival leader's arms, Kang Ha-joon's entire mood instantly soured into an absolute, pitch-black layer of toxic masculine jealousy. His dark eyes froze into a deadly, menacing glare as his fists clenched like iron panels at his sides, his chest heaving under his unbuttoned shirt."Yeah, alright. Everything is handled," Min-juh spoke through his teeth, his voice dropping into a freezing frequency that ignored the CEO entirely. He turned his torso toward Chae-won. "You can execute the departure logs leave now, Chae-won.""Yes, understood," Chae-won nodded rapidly, stepping forward to take the weight."Take Han-eun out directly to my luxury vehicle parked at the front gate terminal," Min-juh commanded with supreme authority."Come on, Han-eun, move your boots," Chae-won adjusted her friend's arms, leading her drunken, staggering frame down the corridor lane.Han-eun uncoordinately turned her head back over her shoulder, waving her fingers lazily toward the CEO with a slurred pout. "Bye-bye, Mr. Grumpy Kangaroo Kang...""That is mandatory enough volume, Han-eun," Min-juh cut her off sternly, his jaw tight. "Go with Chae-won immediately.""Yeah, yeah, whatever..." Han-eun mumbled as Chae-won successfully guided her dress panels away past the corner clearing."Chae-won, hold your steps and execute a pause command for a single second," Min-juh suddenly called out, his eyes locking onto the dark navy suit coat still draped over Han-eun's shoulders."What is the critical issue, Lee?" Chae-won turned her torso back around.Min-juh walked forcefully over to Han-eun's frame. Moving with cold, deliberate dominance, he reached his hands out and stripped Kang Ha-joon's custom coat completely off her shoulders, leaving her strictly in the black evening gown."What on earth are your fingers executing, Lee?" Han-eun grumbled slurrily, her head swaying."Just go on out to the vehicle layout now," Min-juh commanded softly, dismissing her question.Watching this intense, high-stakes possessive display from the side paneling, Chae-won thought strictly to her own thoughts in total bewilderment: 'Why on earth is Min-juh executing this level of extreme protective authority over her wardrobe logs tonight? This is pure war.' "Yeah, you come along quickly to the car too, Lee.""Yeah, my system is right behind your steps," Min-juh responded.The exact second Han-eun and Chae-won cleared past the main exit gates of the corridor, Lee Min-juh slowly, calmly turned his powerful build back around. He marched straight over to Kang Ha-joon's stance, his long fingers extending out as he handed the navy suit coat directly back into the CEO's chest block."Here," Min-juh stated with icy, razor-sharp corporate finality, his dark eyes locking dead onto Ha-joon's burning gaze. "Our registry has absolutely, completely zero need for this fabric item anymore.""Yeah," Ha-joon countered through his teeth, a bone-chilling coldness vibrating through his vocal cords as his long fingers snatched the suit coat back into his iron grip. "Alright, my own system is leaving this clearing now.""Wait—hold your steps for one final data entry," Min-juh's voice dropped into a low, complex frequency, halting the CEO's turn. He adjusted his cuffs with supreme billionaire dignity. "Thanks for executing the assistance to help Han-eun's vitals tonight."Ha-joon tilted his head slightly, his executive filter dripping with absolute, mocking কड़वाहट as he threw the coat over his arm. "My hands explicitly didn't execute a single drop of action for Miss Kim Han-eun's personal file. My system managed her coordinates strictly so that the public reputation parameters of our company welcome party layout wouldn't be completely ruined by her uncoordinated scene.""Well, whatever your internal database reasons are..." Min-juh smiled a secret, devastatingly dangerous dark smile, his posture completely unbothered. "Thanks anyway, and bye. Our corporate registries will mandatory see each other again sometime on the market battlefield, if your thoughts would like.""Yeah, sure. Why on earth not?" Ha-joon fired back with an arrogant, cutting chuckle past his frame. "Let the games launch."And with their fates now permanently, dangerously tangled over the registry of Kim Han-eun's heart, the two supreme rival leaders turned their broad shoulders separately, their heavy boots clicking rigidly against the marble as they headed out into the dark Seoul night—completely sealing the ex
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