INT. PARKING ROOFTOP – NIGHT
Rain drizzles lightly over the city. The skyline glows in the distance.
A sleek black car rolls to a stop on the rooftop.
KANG JUNGHO steps out in a tailored suit, looking like a man who owns every floor beneath him.
He walks toward the edge of the rooftop.
The wind pushes against his coat. He places one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting his glasses.
He's not about to jump — but his stillness makes it look like he might.
Then—
WOMAN'S VOICE (casual, from behind)
"You shouldn't stand that close to the edge, you know."
He turns sharply.
IM SERI sits near the stairwell entrance, legs crossed on the ground, eating tteokbokki from a cheap paper tray.
She's wearing a loose hoodie, glasses slightly crooked, hair in a lazy bun.
She looks like a college student who got lost.
She lifts a rice cake with her chopsticks and gestures lazily toward him.
SERI
"You either look like someone about to jump… or someone pretending to think deep thoughts so he doesn't have to go home."
JUNGHO (cold)
"I don't recall asking for commentary."
SERI (grinning, still chewing)
"Neither did the edge of this rooftop. But here we are."
Jungho stares at her. Dead serious. Silent.
She holds up her tray.
SERI
"Tteokbokki? It's still warm."
JUNGHO
"…No."
SERI (mock gasp)
"You don't eat street food? Are you one of those?"
JUNGHO (flatly)
"One of what?"
SERI
"You know. Rich. Moody. Probably has a bathroom bigger than my entire apartment.
Can't handle carbs without a license."
Jungho almost smirks — almost.
JUNGHO
"You don't seem particularly cautious around strangers."
SERI
"That's because I'm not."
She gets up, wipes her hands with a napkin, and gathers her bag.
SERI
"Anyway. I'll leave you to your… rooftop brooding. But don't actually jump, okay?"
JUNGHO (dry)
"Why not?"
SERI (glancing back, smirking)
"Because if you did, I'd have to explain to the cops that I offered you tteokbokki and somehow pushed you off a building. That's not the legacy I want."
She walks away.
Jungho watches her descend the stairs, blinking once.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
What just happened?
INT. EXECUTIVE FLOOR – EARLY MORNING
The top floor is humming with quiet chaos. The new PR crisis specialist is arriving today — rumors swirl.
INT. CEO OFFICE – CONTINUOUS
JUNGHO is at his desk, focused on digital reports.
His glasses catch the light. Perfect. Controlled.
Unbothered.
DAEJIN (via intercom)
"Sir, the new PR crisis exec is here. Im Seri. Assigned by the board."
JUNGHO (barely listening)
"Let her in."
(He doesn't flinch. Doesn't register the name at all.)
The door opens quietly.
Jungho glances up—
—and freezes for just a breath.
Because standing at the door is the girl from the rooftop.
Gone are the hoodie, glasses, and tteokbokki tray.
Now she's clean, professional, unfazed.
IM SERI.
SERI (calmly, bowing)
"Good morning, CEO Kang.
I'm Im Seri, Public Relations and Crisis Strategy. Starting today."
Jungho stares. Dead silent.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
Miss Tteokbokki… is "Im Seri"?
JUNGHO (dryly)
"We've met."
SERI (tilting her head, innocent)
"Have we?"
JUNGHO
"…Last night. Rooftop. Tteokbokki. Hoodie."
She blinks once — then smiles ever so faintly.
SERI
"Ah.
So you were the dramatic rooftop guy."
Jungho's mouth tenses. This woman — calm, quiet — is now his employee.
She places a folder on his desk like nothing happened.
SERI
"Board says I'm reporting directly to you.
Don't worry — I don't bring snacks to work."
She turns to leave.
Jungho watches her go.
JUNGHO (V.O.)
Im Seri.
Miss Tteokbokki, apparently.
What an irritating coincidence.
INT. EXECUTIVE FLOOR – OUTSIDE CEO OFFICE
Im Seri steps out of Jungho's office, elegant and calm.
She barely takes two steps when—
KIM BORA (sliding into frame like a K-drama villainess in heels)
"Hiiii~ You must be the new hire. Im Seri, right?"
SERI (blinking)
"Yes. That's me."
KIM BORA (grinning, too hard)
"Cute name.
You seem… fresh. Like someone who still values her life."
Seri raises a brow.
SERI
"…Should I not?"
KIM BORA (serious whisper)
"Okay, listen carefully. If you want to survive working here—especially near him—you have to follow the rules."
She holds up fingers like she's listing commandments.
KIM BORA
"Rule #1: Don't look CEO Kang in the eye for more than 3 seconds.
Rule #2: Don't speak first. Ever.
Rule #3: If he breathes near you—say thank you."
SERI (deadpan)
"You're kidding."
KIM BORA
"Does this look like the face of a woman who jokes?!"
Seri just… stares at her.
KIM BORA (leans closer)
"And whatever you do… never — ever — correct him.
Or breathe too loudly. Or wear perfume.
Or trip. Or stand confidently. Basically, don't exist too hard."
SERI
"So I should just… float quietly across the floor like a ghost?"
KIM BORA (nodding, totally serious)
"Exactly. Float. Obey. Leave the heart-throbbing to me."
She fake-laughs, then grabs Seri's hand like they're sisters.
KIM BORA
"Welcome to the team~ I'll be watching you."
Seri gently pulls her hand back.
SERI (V.O.)
This company might actually kill me. But not for the reasons I expected.
His office is large, quiet, and cold.
Minimalist perfection.
Blinds drawn shut, silencing the world outside. Nothing comes in unless he lets it.
KANG JUNGHO adjusts his watch behind his dark marble desk.
DAEJIN stands nearby, mid-report.
DAEJIN
"…She handled her onboarding well. Quiet type. But sharp."
Then —
Jungho's phone lights up on the desk.
📱 DR. LEE – SUNGSAN MEDICAL CENTER.
He pauses.
Then taps speaker, still straightening his cufflinks.
DR. LEE (VOICE SHARP, FAST)
"CEO Kang? This is Dr. Lee from Sungsan Medical. It's regarding—Hanna."
Jungho freezes.
No breath. No blink. No reaction.
DR. LEE (CONT'D, barely audible)
"She—"
Click.
He ends the call.
JUNGHO (clipped, sharp)
"Get the car."
DAEJIN (already moving)
"Yes, sir."
Jungho grabs his coat, strides toward the door.
The door opens hard.
Jungho exits like a storm, Daejin hurrying behind him.
Everyone stares.
A few employees freeze mid-conversation.
Im Seri, seated nearby, glances up. She notices the shift.
She doesn't know what happened.
But something in the air changed.
SERI (V.O.)
That wasn't business.
Then—
KIM BORA leaps from her chair and rushes over to Seri like a reporter chasing a scandal.
KIM BORA (panicking)
"Where is he going?! Did someone insult his hair?!
Did you say something?! YOU TALKED TO HIM!"
SERI (calmly)
"I didn't. And I don't think this is about work."
KIM BORA (gasping)
"Is it love? Is it betrayal?! Does he have a child?!
OH MY GOD IS HE SECRETLY MARRIED?!"
SERI
"You're asking the wrong person."
KIM BORA (clutching her pearls)
"I KNEW I SHOULD'VE FOLLOWED HIM ON INSTAGRAM."
The elevator doors shut behind Jungho and Daejin.
Silence.
No one knows anything — not even Seri.
But the air stays heavy.
INT. SUNGSAN MEDICAL CENTER – EMERGENCY WING – DAY
The automatic doors slide open with a hiss.
KANG JUNGHO strides in like a walking movie scene — sharp suit, unreadable face, eyes locked forward.
DAEJIN follows a step behind, matching the pace.
Instantly, the hospital atmosphere shifts.
Two nurses at the front desk stop typing.
NURSE 1 (whispering, gasping)
"Oh my god… Is that—?"
NURSE 2 (giddy)
"It's Kang Jungho. Kang Group CEO. He's even hotter in real life."
NURSE 1
"Is he married? Should I faint?"
NURSE 2
"Shhh! He's walking this way. Don't breathe weird!"
Jungho doesn't glance at them. Doesn't slow down.
His steps are precise, powerful — single-minded.
JUNGHO (to receptionist, curt)
"Where is she?"
RECEPTIONIST (startled)
"S–Sung Hanna, correct? Room 12C, VIP wing. Take the lift—"
JUNGHO
"I'll walk."
Without another word, he turns and disappears down the corridor.
The nurses watch, frozen in place.
NURSE 1 (clutching clipboard)
"Did you see his jawline?! That's a jaw of a man who owns entire cities."
NURSE 2
"And did you see his eyes?! That's a man in love or war."
NURSE 1
"Or both."
Meanwhile—
Jungho's shoes echo down the quiet hallway.
He finally stops at a closed door.
Room 12C.
His hand hovers at the handle… but for the first time today,
he hesitates.
Jungho's hand trembles slightly as he turns the handle.
The door creaks open slowly.
The lights inside are dim.
Hanna lies in bed, IV drip beside her.
Her face is pale, hair gently tousled, eyes closed like she's been through war.
Jungho steps in — slow, tense.
JUNGHO (quietly)
"Hanna…?"
No response.
He takes a few shaky steps closer. His voice wavers.
JUNGHO (sharper)
"Hanna. Wake up.
Hanna, look at me."
Still nothing.
His breath catches. His entire body stiffens, eyes starting to panic.
JUNGHO (choking)
"You don't get to do this. Not again. Not like this—"
Suddenly—
HANNA (eyes fluttering open)
"Pfft."
She bites her lip.
Then—
HANNA (BURSTS OUT LAUGHING)
"HAHAAHAHAHA—Oh my god—JUNHO, YOUR FACE—!!"
Jungho freezes.
JUNGHO
"What the—"
HANNA (laughing uncontrollably)
"You were about to CRY! I saw it!! You looked like someone cancelled your entire existence!"
JUNGHO (still stunned)
"You—You're not—?!"
HANNA (wheezing)
"Dead? Please. I just fainted from exhaustion.
Maybe a little fever. The doctor overreacted.
But god, I should win an Oscar for that!"
She wipes a tear from her eye — from laughter.
HANNA
"How was my performance? Tragic? Elegant?"
Jungho's jaw tenses. He looks like he's trying to process five emotions at once.
He steps forward slowly… then stops.
JUNGHO
"You're unbelievable."
HANNA (smirking)
"But you came."
Silence.
Then Jungho finally — finally — sits in the chair beside her.
He doesn't speak. Just looks at her. Just long enough for her to stop grinning so wide.
HANNA (softer)
"You were scared."
JUNGHO
"I was annoyed."
HANNA
"Same thing for you."
Their eyes meet. A beat passes.
Then she throws a pillow at him.
The mood has shifted.
The laughter has died down.
Hanna lies back against the pillow now — still pale, but alert.
She stares at the ceiling with that familiar distant look in her eyes.
Jungho sits beside her bed. Silent. Still. Elbows on his knees, hands clasped.
A long pause.
JUNGHO (quietly)
"You should stop working yourself to death."
HANNA (soft laugh)
"And you should stop acting like you care."
Jungho turns slightly. His voice steady, low.
JUNGHO
"What if I do?"
Hanna's smile fades just a little. She doesn't look at him.
HANNA
"Don't."
JUNGHO
"Why not?"
HANNA
"Because I'm tired.
And it's easier to pretend… no one is waiting."
Jungho studies her in silence.
Hanna's eyes glisten — not from tears, but from something deeper.
She doesn't respond.
Instead, she slowly closes her eyes, turns her head away again.
HANNA (faintly)
"Stay until I fall asleep?"
Jungho doesn't move.
JUNGHO (after a pause)
"Always."