The Shaken DesksThe exact millisecond Park Seo-joon stepped out past the threshold frame of the chief executive suite, a massive ripple of pure, unadulterated panic violently swept across the entire creative department wing. Shuffling designers and assistant office workers frantically scrambled across the aisles, diving headfirst into their drawing monitors to simulate absolute corporate productivity. Ignoring the buzzing chaos around him, Seo-joon marched with heavy, precise strides directly toward the Group-A lane, halting right before Han-eun and Chae-won's desks.Both girls immediately lifted their heads from their project binders, their eyes tracking his posture with deep, suffocating anticipation."Han-eun..." Seo-joon opened, his tone flat and unreadable."Mr. Park..." Han-eun stammered slurrily, her fingers nervously clenching her presentation charts as her anxiety charts spiked. "What on earth just happened inside that suite?""Ha-joon has officially summoned your build into his cabin, Han-eun," Seo-joon reported, adjusting his lapels with serious corporate gravity."What?!" Han-eun gasped out in total, paralyzing shock, her face turning pale. "Me? My registry? But what high-priority parameter did my files violate?!""Is Mr. Kang Ha-joon genuinely that furious inside?" Chae-won intervened, her brow furrowing into a tight knot as she leaned over her drawing table. "And those terrifying noises of heavy infrastructure slamming and breaking inside behind the closed blinds... what on earth was that destruction database about?""My individual registry possesses zero knowledge regarding why his mouth called for your presence, Han-eun," Seo-joon answered with a thinned line. "But yes, his masculine rage has hit an absolute peak velocity. He has completely, ruthlessly trashed and demolished every single piece of decor and equipment inside his room.""What?!" Chae-won's jaw dropped straight to the floorboards. "But what exact parameter made his blood boil to that massive extent?""And why on earth did his system choose to target me inside his anger logs?!" Han-eun panicked completely, her voice hitting a high-pitched frequency as she backed her chair away. "My feet are absolutely, mandatory not going inside that locked chamber!""Don't do that, Eun," Seo-joon warned in an intense, quiet murmur. "He's already raging. To be completely honest to your face... he absolutely, fiercely hated the literal idea of Mr. Lee Min-juh joining this company enterprise as a partner. Lee is a friend to both of your builds, so my database doesn't want to broadcast too much personal data, but...""What?!" Chae-won scoffed loudly, her defensive codes locking into place. "Because of Lee? Although this sudden partnership transaction was a massive, near-fatal shock to our own plans too... Lee is an exceptionally good, flawless guy!""Yeah, and what on earth is the problem?" Han-eun raised her voice slightly, her stubborn baseline taking over the conversation. "Lee Min-juh is highly capable across every corporate sector. His brain has been extremely, spectacularly smart ever since our playground childhood days. His registry will mandatory never cause a single drop of harm to this fashion house, so why on earth does the boss harbor such a massive, monstrous issue with his identity, Mr. Park?""Look, my mind possesses zero data regarding those old historical metrics," Seo-joon dismissed smoothly, though his dark eyes locked dead onto her defensive expression. "But your boots mandatory need to get inside that cabin layout right this microsecond. Otherwise, Ha-joon's system will march out here past the closed blinds and loudly scold your frame in front of every single employee on this floor."Han-eun let out a heavy, exhausted sigh, her rigid manager persona melting into pure resignation. "Do my steps genuinely have to report to his clearing? Fine, my registry is going inside.""All the absolute best, Han-eun! Don't let his radar break your files!" Chae-won cheered with a supportive nod."I have absolutely, completely zero idea what that grumpy kangaroo old specimen is going to execute to my life in there..." Han-eun muttered venomously under her breath, straightening the jacket panels of her obsidian gown as she slowly, fearfully made her transit path toward the heavy mahogany executive doors.The Inner Sanctum & Broken Porcelain(Note: Re-adjusting timeline parameters to trace Park Seo-joon's footsteps inside the chief office suite right after the desk destruction sequence.)The deafening echo of shattering glass and collapsing mahogany files had barely vibrated the outer partitions when Park Seo-joon sharply turned on his heel. Outside the cabin, a cluster of flustered employees stood frozen in the corridor lanes, their necks crane-tracking the closed black blinds with intense, anxious curiosity."Eyes off the glass layout and get straight back to your assigned data-entry tasks right now!" Seo-joon barked strictly to the crowd, his authoritative director persona flashing as he shooed them away. "Clear this clearing and focus on your own work parameters!"The employees scattered instantly, pretending to submerge their systems into their cubicle monitors.Seo-joon swiped his executive card, pushing past the locked mahogany doors to step inside the private sanctuary. The moment his boots crossed the threshold frame, he completely froze on the carpet tiles, his jaw dropping at the raw devastation. The room layout was a total disaster zone. The grand desk was swept entirely bare—demolished files, a cracked laptop device, and shattered pieces of expensive porcelain decor were completely littered across the floorboards.Kang Ha-joon was pacing the room like a literal trapped, caged wild animal, his chest heaving aggressively under his tailored vest as his knuckles white-knuckled with rage."What on earth are your hands executing inside this room, Kang?!" Seo-joon demanded, taking a cautious step past the broken glass parameters as he desperately attempted to stabilize his best friend's uncoordinated mental charts. "What is this chaotic destruction loop about?! Look at this absolute mess! Your system mandatory needs to calm down right now and lower its fury frequency!"Ha-joon sharply snapped his head around, his dark eyes freezing into a deadly, monstrous mask of raw, hostile fury as his chest heaved. He completely, fiercely refused to listen to a single drop of his director's calming logic."To be perfectly honest, my own mind completely, absolutely hated the parameter of Lee Min-juh stepping into this building enterprise as an official partner today!" Seo-joon muttered through his teeth, his own thinned lips showing severe irritation regarding the merger. "His sudden arrival feels entirely suspicious, and my registry doesn't like his presence one single bit either! But smashing your entire workspace infrastructure to pieces will not delete his file from the contract registry!""Shut your mouth, Seo-joon! My ears possess absolutely, completely zero desire to listen to your voice right now!" Ha-joon roared strictly, his vocal cords vibrating the closed black blinds as his possessive jealousy over Han-eun's handshake completely short-circuited his rational brain. He extended a long, commanding finger toward the door block. "My registry didn't ask for your lecture logs! March your boots out past this threshold immediately, call the main maintenance department wing, and send the professional cleaning staff inside this cabin to clear away every single drop of this broken mess!"Ha-joon took a heavy, menacing stride back toward the window pane, his jaw locked tight as his deep voice dropped into a bone-chilling command. "And before your fingers execute that cleaning order... find Miss Kim Han-eun's station coordinates on the design floor and summon her frame inside this room layout immediately!"Seo-joon stood still for a single fraction of a second, mapping the terrifying, dangerous fire blazing inside the CEO's gaze. Realizing that further resistance would only trigger a catastrophic explosion across the entire department, he thinned his lips, declined to argue further, and executed a quick exit loop past the threshold gates to locate the terrified girl.The Gossip RegistryThe exact millisecond Han-eun's form vanished past the corridor corner to report to the CEO, Park Seo-joon slid smoothly into her empty rolling chair right next to Chae-won's desk. He slumped his heavy executive build into the cushion, exhaling a sharp, thinned breath of raw exhaustion as he stared up at the ceiling lamps."Oye, Chae-won," Seo-joon opened with a casual tone.Chae-won sharply rotated her torso around, her brow furrowing into an aggressive frown as her hand rested flat on a heavy stack of project files. "Why on earth is your director build sitting on her private desk chair right now?""My system just desperately required an ordinary place to park my body parameters for a single minute," Seo-joon countered with a mischievous smirk, leaning his weight back into the leather as he look-tracked the buzzing office floor. "My thoughts need to talk to your registry about a highly specific database entry.""What? Talk to my station about what file? Speak up clearly and release the data.""This girl Han-eun..." Seo-joon leaned in a millimeter closer, a curious, thoroughly amused grin breaking across his features. "Does her mouth seriously call Mr. Kang Ha-joon a 'Grumpy Kangaroo' behind his back registry?"The exact fraction of a second the question hit her ears, Chae-won panicked instantly. Her face flushed a bright pink color, and moving on raw reflex, she aggressively, forcefully slapped her palm straight over Park Seo-joon's mouth to muffle his vocal cords, her dark eyes darting frantically across the adjacent cubicle blocks."Shhh!!! Keep your volume at zero!" Chae-won hissed out in a frantic, high-pitched whisper. "Yes, her lips do! But don't you dare dare go and report that specific data parameter to Mr. Kang's ears! If your registry snitches on her files, I swear to God you will see exactly what my hands can execute to demolish your life!"Seo-joon giggled heartily through his teeth against her skin, before gently pulling her hand away from his lips and raising his palms in a lightweight surrender gesture. "What on earth is wrong with your system? Execute a relax protocol! My mouth is absolutely not going to tell his radar. Honestly, though... the title actually suits his strict corporate character exceptionally well.""Yeah, whatever your logic claims," Chae-won rolled her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh as she adjusted her drawing pad. "So, are your parameters planning to just sit here next to my desk for the remaining shift logs today?""Why? Does your station possess a major corporate problem with my build sitting inside your personal coordinates? Anyway... my fingers actually mandatory need to go send the maintenance cleaning staff inside the suite to clear up the glass mess Ha-joon manufactured. So, my boots are heading out. Bye, Chae-won!""Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bye, lunatic," Chae-won offered a playful, sharp smirk across her lips, waving her hand through the air.Seo-joon stood up gracefully, his long strides carrying his frame toward the maintenance department wing.The exact millisecond his silhouette vanished past the elevator terminal, Yoona and Sung instantly rushed out from their hidden cubicles, aggressively swarming Chae-won's desk layout with wide, gossipy eyes."Chae-won! Tell our ears the absolute truth!" Yoona gasped out, her face burning with curiosity. "What did Director Park say to your station? Is Mr. Kang Ha-joon genuinely that furious and monstrous inside his office today?""Yeah," Chae-won sighed heavily, popping open a project folder binder. "His system is extremely, spectacularly angry. The database is totally offline.""Then why on earth did Mr. Kang call Han-eun inside his private territory?" Sung asked anxiously, her visual radar crane-tracking toward the locked executive doors. "What is the logic?""My individual brain possesses absolutely, completely zero idea," Chae-won shrugged her shoulders with a deep frown."Oh my god, so Han-eun actually walked inside that path?!" Yoona gasped, her fingers flying to her cheeks in a wave of total panic. "Mr. Kang's masculine anger parameters are so dangerously volatile—the man mandatory doesn't listen to a single drop of human logic when his system hits this frequency!""Exactly," Sung lowered her vocal cords, leaning her torso far over the plastic partition block. "Mr. Kang has been intensely hot-tempered ever since his early childhood days. Back in the provincial archives, only Ms. Chairman—his biological mother—possessed the data clearance to control his rage loops. But nowadays, his registry doesn't even speak to her existence.""What?!" Chae-won stopped her pencil work, her mind running into a sudden loop of absolute shock. "Why on earth would he execute a rejection loop like that? She's his biological mother, right?""I don't know the exact intricate details of the file," Sung shook her head, keeping her voice in a restricted whisper. "There was some major, catastrophic accident that occurred during his childhood playground days. Ever since that specific milestone day, the emotional relationship between Ha-joon and Ms. Chairman completely broke down into absolute kड़वाहट. His mouth doesn't even call her 'Mom' inside this building—he strictly addresses her character files as 'Ms. Kang' [Ch. 9].""How on earth do your ears even know all of this hidden family data?" Chae-won frowned, her design instincts alerted."Everyone who has been registered at this company since the early Paris setup days knows about the outline," Yoona reported proudly. "But absolutely nobody knows what that childhood accident actually was, or what Ms. Chairman's toxic role was inside the event. The senior staff members passed the data down to us. Nobody talks about it openly now because back then, the young Mr. Kang Ha-joon fell gravely, dangerously ill due to the extreme psychological trauma of that accident. The Chairman had to forcefully send his fragile body to Paris for intensive medical treatment, and they sent Mr. Park Seo-joon along with his frame to act as a permanent anchor.""Exactly," Sung nodded rapidly. "Your station can probably ask Mr. Park about the historical files. After all, Director Park gets along exceptionally, wonderfully well with your two desks.""He absolutely doesn't get along with my registry that much!" Chae-won countered defensively, her cheeks flushing a light pink color as she pouted her lips. "But you know what, my mind won't ask his device. I'll tell Han-eun to ask Mr. Kang Ha-joon directly. He speaks much more openly, smoothly, and comfortably whenever his powerful build is around her coordinates anyway.""Yes!!!" Yoona giggled excitedly, clacking her heels together. "And make sure your fingers tell our station every single piece of data later!""Yeah, yeah, whatever your gossip wants," Chae-won shooed them away aggressively with her hands. "Now get your bodies straight back to your assigned desks before an executive catches your stations whispering!""Right, let's execute a retreat!" Yoona scurried away in fear.The girls scattered back to their cubicles to simulate active data-entry, but Chae-won remained still, her dark eyes locking back onto the closed black electronic blinds of the chief suite, her mind racing with a million complex questions—just as Lee Min-juh's towering, charcoal-suited build began walking proudly over to her desk block.The Restroom ReckoningInside the private executive cabin, the atmosphere was dark, quiet, and suffocating. The heavy black electronic blinds completely blocked out the morning sun, leaving the room illuminated only by the dim, cold amber lamps [Ch. 15]. The marble floorboards were completely littered with shattered glass decor, destroyed leather folders, and the pieces of a smashed laptop device [Ch. 15].Kim Han-eun arrived outside the heavy mahogany door casing, her heart hammering wildly against her chest. She raised her trembling hand, executing a very soft, hesitant knock against the wood."May my frame come in, Sir?" Han-eun squeaked out slurrily, her toe-curling shyness fighting for control."Yes, come inside!!!" Ha-joon's roaring command violently shattered the room vacuum. He was standing rigidly with his back turned toward her, his powerful shoulders squared against the panoramic window frame as his dark eyes stared blankly out at the city grid.Han-eun stepped past the threshold gates, closing the door block shut. She stood entirely quiet right behind his large back panel. Ha-joon mandatory refused to alter his position, continuing to stare out into the open sky in an absolute, bone-chilling silence. The thick romantic tension in the air layout became completely suffocating. Han-eun waited for what felt like an absolute eternity, her fingers clenching her binders.I've been standing on this exact spot for so long! Han-eun grumbled strictly to his own internal thoughts, her face burning. Why on earth did his arrogant mouth even summon my presence here? This grumpy kangaroo specimen isn't dropping a single drop of speech data...She took a deep, defensive breath, forcing her voice into a neat professional alignment. "Mr. Kang... why exactly did your system call for my station? Is there some high-priority design work to clear? If not, may my build take my leave now? My desk still has a massive mountain of project work left to execute, and it is almost time for the official office lunch break."Ha-joon sharply, violently rotated his broad shoulders around in a sudden flash of raw masculine anger. He stepped out from the window clearing, his dark eyes blazing with an absolute, monstrous fire. "Stop your speech parameters right there! My system explicitly didn't summon your build in here for no reason. And all your selfish mind can care about right now inside my workspace is your lunch break?!""I am sorry, Sir," Han-eun flinched slightly under his sudden proximity, but her stubborn baseline refused to back down. "But why exactly did your vocal cords call me then?"Ha-joon didn't drop a single inch of his momentum. Moving with explosive, volatile velocity, he stepped forward aggressively until his towering, powerful executive build was positioned directly in front of her face, his breath hitting her skin as his eyes blazed like live coals."Step down from your official position as Team Leader of Group-A immediately," Ha-joon commanded through his teeth, his voice carrying a terrifyingly low, menacing frequency."What?!" Han-eun's dark eyes dilated wide in pure, unadulterated astonishment, her jaw dropping. "But why, Sir?! On what legal grounds are your fingers targeting my career registry?""Because my supreme command said so! Your system will drop this leadership position right this microsecond!" Ha-joon barked strictly, his chest heaving under his tailored vest as the toxic masculine jealousy completely short-circuited his brain."But my station has absolutely, completely done nothing wrong inside this building!" Han-eun gathered every single drop of her raw courage, her chin stubbornly lifting as her fierce defensive energy violently exploded right back into his face. "So why on earth should my registry give up my post?! I am profoundly sorry, Sir, but my mouth will mandatory not step down from my leadership tracking! The Chairman himself explicitly appointed my name as the Team Leader for this joint fashion project [Ch. 15]."The exact microsecond her lips broadcasted the defiance, Kang Ha-joon completely, permanently lost his temper.Moving with raw, unstoppable physical power, he took an aggressive lunging step forward—and he forcefully, violently slammed his right hand flat against the hard glass window right beside her head, executing a sudden, intensely close wall-slam (Kabedon)!CRASH!!!The sharp, thunderous sound of his palm violently hitting the glass partition startled Han-eun's entire system. She gasped out loud, her back pinning flat against the concrete as Ha-joon slowly, deliberately leaned his entire chest down, trapping her fragile body parameters entirely beneath his shadow. As Han-eun looked up straight into his blazing, ferocious eyes from inches away, her heart began hammering wildly at a near-fatal frequency against her ribs, her shyness turning into an explosive fire."W... What on earth do your thoughts think you are executing right now, Mr. Kang?!" Han-eun whispered slurrily, her breath hitching as her visual radar locked onto his sharp lips."Shut your vocal cords completely!" Ha-joon commanded, his deep voice dropping into an intensely dark, terrifyingly private whisper right next to her face. "Your system will do exactly, precisely what my mouth dictates to your files. I am your supreme boss! Your registry is absolutely, mandatory not going to work closely alongside that Lee Min-juh guy, period!""But why, Mr. Kang?!" Han-eun found her voice despite her burning cheeks, her eyes flashing with defiant fire as she clutched the papers between their bodies. "What exact problem does your mind harbor against his identity?! Until the Chairman himself explicitly steps inside this clearing and tells my station otherwise, my registry will never, ever give up my team leadership files for anyone!"
The Restroom Reckoning: Closed Blinds ClimaxThe air inside the dark, private office suite turned into a completely suffocating vacuum as Kim Han-eun broadcasted her fierce, unyielding passion directly into his face [Ch. 16]. Caught entirely beneath his heavy shadow against the concrete, her pouting lips moved with a defiant fire, causing Kang Ha-joon's furious, menacing radar to repeatedly drop to her mouth in a flash of raw masculine possessiveness [Ch. 16]. His chest was heaving aggressively, and the explosive corporate anger slowly morphed into an entirely different, intensely magnetic layer of dangerous romantic tension. He stared dead into her locking gaze, his breathing heavy and ragged as his system struggled desperately to restrain his primitive impulse, pushing the overwhelming suspense to its absolute peak parameter. [1] Knock! Knock!Suddenly, the maintenance staff knocked loudly against the heavy mahogany door casing from the corridor pavement [Ch. 16].The abrupt audio spike violently shattered the spell. Ha-joon instantly pulled his right palm completely off the glass window pane, stepping back hurriedly into his personal workspace as his fingers frantically adjusted his custom tie to reset his executive mask [Ch. 16]."Fine!" Ha-joon turned his torso away with absolute corporate coldness, his voice dropping back into a stern, ice-cold register. "If your stubborn baseline refuses to accept my mandate, then my dad will mandatory be the one to step inside this clearing and kick your frame out of this Team Leader position [Ch. 16].""Fine by my registry!" Han-eun snapped back through her teeth, her hands flusteredly fixing the wrinkled fabric lines of her obsidian gown as her face burned hot from toe-curling shyness [Ch. 16]. "My system is leaving this cabin right now!""Yes, coming!" Ha-joon ignored her exit vector, shouting out a kerrdak command toward the maintenance staff near the entryway [Ch. 16].Han-eun forcefully threw the door block open, taking a deep, shaky breath as she stepped out into the buzzing office floor. Her face was flushed a violent crimson color, and she began to mutter frantically to her own internal thoughts: 'Whew... what on earth was that suffocating database sequence? His hands actually grabbed my body like... oh god, no, no way. Han-eun, execute a normal protocol immediately. Absolutely nothing happened inside that clearing. Just relax your system.'The Shattered Registry: Sovereign RegretThe maintenance staff member stepped cautiously past the threshold gates, his boots stopping dead in their tracks as his eyes mapped the raw devastation across the marble floorboards [Ch. 15, 16]."Clean all of this broken infrastructure up, quickly!" Ha-joon commanded in a harsh, biting tone, his back already turned toward the window pane as his fists remained clenched like iron panels."Yes, Sir... right away," the employee whispered timidly, gesturing toward the desk clearing with a shaking finger. "But please, Mr. CEO, could your build sit over there inside your large executive leather chair for a brief moment? My hands don't want your feet to accidentally step on a sharp piece of broken porcelain while my system is clearing the floorboards [Ch. 16].""Exhale..." Ha-joon let out a sharp, heavy breath through his teeth. "Fine. Just focus your thoughts and do your assigned job."Ha-joon sat heavily into his massive, premium leather executive chair, leaning his head back against the cushion as he closed his eyes. His heart was still pounding erratically at a near-fatal frequency, and his rational corporate filter entirely dissolved as his mind forcefully flashed back to the intimate, suffocating proximity he had just shared against the glass wall.What on earth is happening to my system? Ha-joon thought to his own soul, deeply conflicted as a powerful wave of hidden devotion tore through his defenses. Why on earth am I being drawn toward her coordinates with this level of extreme velocity? No... this is entirely wrong. My heart cannot love anyone else inside this life. My database can never, mandatory forget Hanu's shadow. I only loved Hanu... and my soul will always love only her.As his lips whispered that sacred childhood name to the empty room, the modern glass walls around his frame began to blur, and the present timeline parameters completely dissolved into the past...The Past Archive: College Classroom – Day One (15 Years Ago)The visual matrix shifts into a soft-focused, vintage filter. Inside a standard, bright college classroom, rows of local students are sitting at their desks, chatting amiably before the lecture blocks begin. Suddenly, a heavy, paralyzing silence violently falls over the entire hallway outside. A luxury, incredibly expensive black sedan vehicle rolls up to the main gate terminal of the campus grounds, its polished chassis gleaming under the sun.Kang Ha-joon steps out of the vehicle layout, dressed flawlessly in high-end tailored attire, radiating immense power, wealth, and an unmatched aura of supreme masculine confidence. He marches down the corridor line with absolute discipline, stopping dead right at the classroom doorway frame. He fixes his dark eyes onto the professor currently writing on the blackboard."May my frame come in, Sir?" young Ha-joon asked, his serious, resonant voice projecting across the desks."Yes, come inside," the teacher replied, turning away from the blackboard with a warm smile.The exact milestone microsecond Kang Ha-joon stepped his boots into the classroom perimeter, every single student inside the room froze entirely flat in absolute shock. The girls and boys stared open-mouthed at his profile, their cognitive tracks completely captivated by his luxury watch, his imposing attitude, and his striking personality.Sitting rigidly at the fourth bench row was a very pure, breathtakingly beautiful girl—Kim Hanu. She slowly lifted her vision away from her textbook toward the door casing, her dark eyes locking dead onto Kang's face. She was completely, utterly mesmerized by his presence."Yes, students, please pay attention to the database," the teacher announced, gesturing toward the new arrival. "This is a new student joining our class registry today." He turned to Ha-joon, smiling. "Son, please introduce your name to the class."Ha-joon lifted his head with supreme, absolute pride. As his sharp vision look-tracked the room forward, his eyes locked instantly with Hanu's face. His entire executive filter completely short-circuited, and he found himself staring at her features, completely, beautifully captivated under the light. Catching his composure, he addressed the class with a bold tone. "Hello, everyone. My name is Kang Ha-joon... and my system really likes boxing.""Oh, I see!" the teacher responded, slightly surprised by his brief, authoritative introduction clause. "Alright, Kang. Go ahead and take the empty seat right behind Hanu at the fourth bench."Ha-joon walked down the aisle without dropping a single word from his lips. Hanu, seeing his towering build approach her immediate row, shyly looked down at her desk layout, her cheeks flushing a light pink color. Ha-joon slid into the wooden seat directly behind her back panel. He set his books down, but his intense, calculating eyes mandatory refused to leave the back of her head. Hanu felt his deep gaze vibrating through her frame and grew spectacularly flustered.The teacher turned back to write on the blackboard, and the class resumed. Hanu couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. She slowly, hesitantly rotated her torso around to face his desk."H... Hello," Hanu opened in a soft, exceptionally quiet voice, avoiding direct eye contact as her fingers adjusted her notebooks. "I'm Kim Hanu. The class monitor."Ha-joon folded his broad arms on the desk surface, leaning his upper body slightly forward as a mesmerizing, rare smile touched his lips. "Hello, Hanu. My database knows. The teacher just explicitly broadcasted your name to the room.""Right, well..." Hanu blushed deeply under his direct, intense gaze, her heart racing. "You are joining our class registry quite late. Half the semester logs are already over. Your system will mandatory need the previous notes, otherwise, you'll face major problems during the final exams.""My brain doesn't need written notes, Monitor," Ha-joon countered with a hint of arrogant, charming mockery, his eyes glittering with a secret thrill. "Whatever my vision looks at once, my system remembers forever."Hanu let out a soft, genuine laugh, her fingers reaching up to adjust her glasses. "Oh, really? Are your parameters that intelligent? We'll see how many marks your registry scores on the first test.""If my name tops the entire class ledger," Ha-joon challenged, his voice dropping into a low, playful register. "Will your frame go to lunch with my system?"Hanu's eyes dilated wide in pure shock. She quickly spun her torso back around to face the blackboard, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs as a beautiful, radiant smile broke across her face. What a strange, bold guy... she thought to her own chest. He just arrived at the gates and he's already flirting with my station.Behind her back, Ha-joon watched her turn away, a pure, innocent, and completely untainted smile breaking across his features—a soft smile that mandatory never appears on the hardened, cold man he is today. Hanu slowly turned around to face him fully this time, extending her small hand warmly across the gap. "Hi, I'm Kim Hanu. Will your build be my friend?""Yes, absolutely," Ha-joon responded, deeply happy as he looked into her eyes. He extended his own large hand, locking his fingers into her grip. Both shared a soft, beautiful laugh as their hands met, their budding connection sealing cleanly under the classroom lamps.The camera tracking shifts to the very last bench row of the classroom. A younger Lee Min-juh was sitting there rigidly. His dark eyes were locked dead onto Ha-joon and Hanu holding hands and laughing, and his face turned completely, dangerously dark with an explosive wave of raw jealousy. In a fit of pure rage, Min-juh slammed his hand hard against his wooden desk!BANG!The loud, chaotic noise violently startled the entire class registry. The teacher spun around immediately from the blackboard, his face flushing with anger. "What on earth was that?! What high-priority disturbance is going on back there?!" His eyes landed on Hanu, who was still partially turned toward the back. "Hanu! What is your frame doing looking backward during my lecture?!""N... Nothing, Sir!" Hanu panicked instantly, snapping her frame forward as she threw her textbook open. "Profoundly sorry, Sir!"Behind her, Ha-joon sat quietly, thoroughly amused and deeply delighted by her cute, panicked reaction.The Playground Tragedy FileThe flashback sequence aggressively jumps forward in time. A younger, breathless Kang Ha-joon is running through a desolate, rocky provincial hill area under a stormy gray sky, desperately searching for Hanu's coordinates. He is breathing heavily, cold sweat dripping down his neck as his eyes track everywhere. [2] "Hanu!!!" Ha-joon screamed out in a raw, breaking voice. "Where on earth are you, Hanu?! My legs can't catch your velocity anymore... my system is completely exhausted!"Suddenly, right at the steep, dangerous edge of the rocky cliff, Hanu's foot violently slipped on the wet turf. Her balance charts completely failed, and she began to plunge backward into the deep abyss below!"Kang...!!!" Hanu screamed out in absolute, paralyzing terror, her arms reaching into the empty air.Hanu fell off the cliff, her fragile frame crashing violently into the deep valley water below. Ha-joon stood completely frozen on the edge in absolute, devastating shock as his eyes mapped her fall. He sprinted toward the cliffside lip to catch her, but his boots sharply halted.Standing just a few feet away on the rocky path was his biological mother, Ms. Chairman [Ch. 9, 16]. Seeing Ms. Chairman stepping back in total, frozen shock, a volatile, explosive mix of raw rage and devastating tears violently erupted inside Ha-joon's chest. He rushed toward his mother, his hands aggressively, forcefully grabbing Ms. Chairman's shoulders as he began shaking her body violently."Why on earth did your hands do this?!" Ha-joon screamed, sobbing uncontrollably as his heart broke into a million pieces. "You just stood there on this spot and watched her fall... Are your parameters a human being or a stone?! I hate your identity! Bring Hanu back... bring her back to my life!"He collapsed heavily at his mother's feet, weeping bitterly onto the grass, while Ms. Chairman remained standing there completely numb, frozen, and paralyzed by the tragedy.The Return TrackingSnap!Kang Ha-joon opened his dark eyes with a violent, electric jolt, his consciousness snapping out of the memory loop back into the present day. He sat upright in his large executive leather chair, hyperventilating as beads of cold sweat dripped down his forehead. His powerful frame was visibly trembling from the returning weight of the childhood trauma."Whew..." Ha-joon wiped his face with a trembling hand, his voice hollow, broken, and dripping with absolute kड़वाहट. "How long will this family nightmare keep happening to my sanity? How long will this mental torture continue to destroy my mind?"The Creative Floor: Group-A LaneDown on the main office floorboards, Kim Han-eun walked slowly, step by step, straight back to her assigned design desk block [Ch. 16]. Seeing her uncoordinated, pale state, Park Chae-won immediately bolted out of her chair, leaving her files behind as she aggressively grabbed Han-eun's hand in deep, anxious concern [Ch. 16]."Han-eun!" Chae-won cried out, her eyes wide with total panic as she look-tracked her flushed cheeks. "What on earth happened inside that suite? Why did his mouth call your registry? Is everything okay with your position? Your entire profile looks completely, totally terrified!"Han-eun sank heavily into her chair, her fingers trembling as she placed her notebook onto the desk. She looked at Chae-won, her voice dropping into a restricted whisper so the surrounding cubicles wouldn't log the data."Chae-won... my system is in a catastrophic bind," Han-eun whispered slurrily, her shyness returning in full force. "Mr. Kang Ha-joon completely lost his mind in there. He aggressively, forcefully slammed his hand right next to my head against the glass wall and threatened my leadership post [Ch. 16]! The man explicitly ordered my registry to drop the joint project and refuse to work closely with Lee Min-juh!""What?!" Chae-won gasped in total astonishment, her lower lip forming a worried pout. "The Kabedon wall-slam?! He actually trapped your frame like that inside his room?!""Yes! And my vocal cords mandatory refused to accept his command," Han-eun countered, her stubborn baseline returning as her face burned hot. "I told his identity that until the Chairman himself delivers a new mandate, my registry will never give up the Group-A leadership files!""Oh my god..." Chae-won whispered, looking toward the closed blinds. "This corporate war is hitting a dangerous frequency."Just then, the heavy elevator doors at the end of the hall chimed once again, and the stylish, charcoal-suited silhouette of Lee Min-juh began walking proudly across the floorboards directly toward their desk block, a cold, determined smile locked onto his strict features [Ch. 15].
Confayed Traps, Tactical Retreats, and the Driveway GridThe Shaken DesksKim Han-eun stood entirely frozen beside her drawing table layout, her vital systems still heavily reeling from the raw shock of Kang Ha-joon violently slamming his right hand flat against the hard glass window partition right next to her head. The vivid memory log of his towering executive frame leaning in so incredibly, suffocatingly close to her face—his deep, private whisper vibrating against her skin—made her heart continue to hammer wildly at a dangerous frequency against her ribs. Her face was still burning a violent, deep crimson color from total, toe-curling shyness.Frantically gripping the edge of her workspace station, she took deep, shaky breaths, desperately attempting to stabilize her uncoordinated breathing charts.Just as her thinned lips parted to answer Park Chae-won's anxious questions regarding the administrative breakdown inside the suite, the heavy silence of the Group-A lane was shattered. Moving with absolute, modeling-class posture and a signature, supreme billionaire confidence, Mr. Lee Min-juh appeared from the corridor vector, walking proudly straight toward their desks."Hi," Min-juh opened calmly, his resonant voice rich with an unbothered, commanding gravity as his dark eyes scanned the layout."You..." Chae-won stammered nervously through her teeth, her creative department energy instantly short-circuiting as she looked up into his strict face. She hurriedly bowed her body to force a neat corporate alignment. "Profoundly sorry, sorry, Mr. Lee! Your system is here at our station? My hands are deeply sorry, my registry didn't bring the brand-new fashion project documents over to your executive cabin layout yet.""It's completely okay," Min-juh smiled gently, waving his long fingers through the air in a casual, lightweight dismissal gesture. "My fingers didn't come to harvest data sheets. My system came down to this floor strictly to have the office lunch break alongside both of your builds today. Come on, pack your things and let's go out to the plaza."Min-juh slowly turned his deep, calculating visual radar toward Han-eun's coordinates. The exact milestone fraction of a second his gaze locked onto her profile, his features thinned. He instantly noticed her completely stiff, paralyzed posture, her burning red cheeks, and the absolute, dead silence suffocating her vocal cords."What on earth happened to your system, Han-eun?" Min-juh asked, his eyebrows furrowing into a tight knot of intense, protective masculine concern as he stepped a millimeter closer into her personal circle. "Why on earth is your frame standing there so quietly without a single drop of speech data?""Huh?!" Han-eun startled violently, her brain sharply snapping out of its deep thought matrix as she looked up into his dark eyes, her fingers trembling against her notebook. "What exact parameter happened to my registry? My system is... my build is completely, perfectly fine!""Are your lips telling the absolute truth to my face, Han-eun?" Min-juh narrowed his eyes, looking directly into her eyes with an intense, unyielding power that attempted to extract the hidden data from her files."Yes!" Han-eun quickly avoided his direct eye contact, her visual radar tracking the floorboards as her shyness violently spiked under his proximity. Desperately attempting to change the conversation subject away from the CEO's cabin, she mumbled slurrily, "My... my mouth mandatory needs to explain all the structural work and design details for the new joint project to your database right now. I am really, profoundly sorry, I just... huh... absolutely nothing is wrong."Moving on pure, uncoordinated panic impulse to hide her flushed face, Han-eun frantically grabbed a thick leather-bound project folder from her desk layout. Her small hands were shaking slightly as she aggressively shoved the heavy papers forward, mashing them straight toward Min-juh's chest block."Take this specific file layout!" Han-eun squeaked out slurrily, her breathing ragged. "Your eyes can go through all the blueprints inside your cabin. If your mind feels like any data parameter is missing from the charts, let my line know and my vocal cords will explain everything to your system!""Execute a relax protocol, Han-eun," Min-juh chuckled softly through his teeth, his handsome features softening as he reached his long fingers down, gently pushing the heavy folder block back down onto the desk surface away from his chest casing. "The project timeline is completely not that high-priority or urgent today. Let's execute our lunch break first. If your thoughts still require it, your mouth can explain the design charts to my ears while our bodies eat over at the restaurant venue.""Let's march out past these gates right now and talk about all of this data over there at the dining table!" Chae-won intervened frantically, holding her stomach layout as she tried to forcefully shatter the heavy, suffocating romantic tension paralyzing the desks. "Come on, move your boots first, my own system is completely starving today!""Huh! Let's execute the transit then," Min-juh laughed heartily, his voice rich and relaxed as he adjusted his charcoal suit panels.Lee Min-juh, Kim Han-eun, and Park Chae-won turned their torsos together in a synchronized unison line, walking smoothly out toward the main executive corridor to clear the building lines and have their lunch break under the bright sky—leaving the shattered remains of the CEO's cabin behind them as the high-stakes battlefield parameters prepared for the next grand deployment.[