Rain pours relentlessly outside the wide glass windows. The city below shimmers in scattered puddles and golden reflections.
JUNHO stands still, hands in pockets, his silhouette framed against the night.
His thoughts are loud, despite the silence around him.
Everything feels heavier these days —
The Japan trip. Seri. Taehyun. Hanna.
And this creeping feeling he's missing something… important.
A soft knock.
DAEJIN steps in, a file in hand and an umbrella tucked under his arm.
DAEJIN
(sincerely)
"Sir, it's late. The rain's not letting up either. You should head home."
JUNHO
(still looking out)
"You go ahead. I'll just review the Kyoto proposal once more."
Daejin pauses, then nods knowingly.
DAEJIN
(playful)
"Well, don't blame me if your mirror tells you tomorrow that CEO Park Junho is overworked and under-rested."
Junho smiles faintly at that — a rare, real one.
JUNHO
"Noted."
DAEJIN
(grinning, on his way out)
"Goodnight, CEO Park."
He exits.
Junho turns slowly, now alone again.
The office is quiet. Too quiet.
He walks back toward the window. Rain still tapping.
City still glowing.
Junho lowers into his chair again, fingers sliding the Kyoto file closer. His brows furrow, trying to shift his focus.
PAP.
A soft sound. Something falls in the distance — metallic, maybe glass?
Junho stills.
He straightens, listening. The hum of the city outside… and silence again.
Then—
JUNHO
(calling out, cautiously)
"Daejin?"
No reply.
He glances toward the door, frowning. Maybe he didn't leave yet?
Junho rises, grabbing his phone — no notifications — and heads toward the corridor.
INT. OFFICE HALLWAY – NIGHT
Lights dimmed.
Junho walks slowly, the sound of his footsteps echoing across the marble floors.
He peers into a side office — empty. Another — dark.
He passes the pantry and stops. Light's on. But—
No one inside.
He steps in cautiously.
The scent of leftover coffee lingers in the air.
One cup on the counter. Fresh.
He eyes the small spoon on the floor, still spinning slightly in a circle like it just landed.
Junho bends down, picks it up.
Junho holds the spoon, tension radiating through his body. The rain taps endlessly against the window.
A voice cuts the silence — soft, steady… familiar.
SERI (O.S.)
"You really shouldn't work so late, Mr. Park."
He freezes.
Turns slowly.
And there she is.
IM SERI, standing just beyond the pantry entrance, half-shadowed by the dim lights. Her coat slightly damp from the rain. Hair loose. A tired kind of strength in her posture.
JUNHO
(quietly, disbelief)
"Seri…?"
Junho stands frozen as Seri steps closer — too close.
The silence thickens. Her eyes lock with his. His breath becomes shallow. Her face just a breath away from his.
Junho doesn't move.
He can feel her presence — her warmth — the storm outside feels quieter than this moment.
Their noses almost touch.
And then—
SERI
(softly, eyes still on his)
"Relax, Mr. Park…"
She lifts her hand — slowly — like she's going to touch his face.
Instead…
She plucks the spoon from his fingers.
SERI
"…You were about to stir your coffee with a soup ladle."
She raises an eyebrow and smirks, breaking the tension completely.
Junho, stunned, glances down at the giant spoon he'd grabbed without thinking.
JUNHO
(muttering)
"I—it was dark…"
SERI
(softly, glancing around)
"Yet it is…"
(beat)
"So… what are you doing here?"
Her voice is low, soft, almost like a whisper. Junho blinks — her tone, her closeness — it sends a pulse through him.
For a second, he thinks — Is she…? No. Not here. Not like this.
But her eyes don't leave his.
She's studying him. Deeper than before.
And Junho, for the first time, feels like she's not just looking at him — she's looking through him.
SERI
(quietly)
"You keep it all to yourself, don't you?"
(beat)
"That power. That silence. Must be exhausting…"
Junho doesn't speak. He can't.
How could she know that?
Then, she shifts away, turning toward the coffee table as if none of that just happened.
JUNHO
(still stunned)
"I was just… checking on the Kyoto proposal."
SERI
(smirking)
"Mmm. Not supposed to be here this late, CEO Park. It's after-hours, you know."
She pours her drink, still casual.
SERI
(cheeky, without looking back)
"I stay late sometimes. Gotta keep an eye out… in case anyone decides to turn the office into a dating zone."
Junho freezes.
Wait — did she just—?
Before he can react—
SERI
(still facing away, playful)
"Relax. I don't crash steamy office scenes. I'm just a fixer, not a fire extinguisher."
JUNHO
(turning defensive)
"Nothing happened that night. I wasn't— I mean, we didn't—"
But Seri cuts him off, gently yet sharply, turning to face him with a cool smile.
SERI
(tilting her head)
"You really don't have to explain yourself, Mr. Park. I'm just a typical employee, remember?"
She sips her coffee with a calm that feels like a slap.
Junho's jaw tenses. That phrase again — typical employee.
He steps forward, suddenly catching her mug mid-air — almost grabbing her hand in the process.
Seri gasps— startled.
Their eyes meet.
Silence.
Just the sound of rain ticking softly on the windows.
His hand still near hers. Close. Too close.
Their eyes lock.
Junho's hand brushes against Seri's as he grips the mug — not letting go.
The moment lingers. The air hums with something undeniable.
Junho's voice, soft—torn.
JUNHO
"You…"
But before he can finish—
The pantry door creaks open.
A sharp gust of wind sneaks in.
They both turn.
Hanna is standing there.
Soaking wet.Her eyes shimmer
Rain clings to her silk blouse, darkening it slightly — strands of hair stick to her cheeks, her breath coming uneven. Her clutch bag almost slipping from her fingers.
HANNA
(soft, trembling)
"…Junho…"
Just that. Nothing more.
Like the sound of a glass breaking from the inside.
Junho freezes.
Seri slowly steps back, distancing herself without a word.
FLASHBACK : INT. RYUN'S APARTMENT HALLWAY – NIGHT
The elevator doors glide open with a ding.
Hanna steps out, soaked from the rain.
Her long coat clings to her frame, and her heels click anxiously on the marble floor.
She walks slowly… each step toward the familiar door feels heavier.
HANNA
(whispering to herself)
"Please… please don't be him… please don't let it be true…"
Then—
CLICK.
A door creaks, just ahead.
She freezes.
The door to Ryun's apartment slowly starts to close —
Someone is just enter.
She hesitates… frozen in place.
Her feet refuse to move. Her heart? Even worse.
She stares at the closed door.Her eyes just glisten… her lips slightly parted.
Her mind — racing.
A storm behind her eyes.
The doorbell chimes ..
Ryun, relaxed in a sweatshirt and shorts, looks up from the couch where a woman in white lounges beside him. Her pink Kelly bag is placed near the shoe rack.
RYUN
(sighs)
"Who is that?"
He gets up and walks toward the screen panel near the door.
Taps it.
ON SCREEN:
A man in a security uniform stands in the hallway.
RYUN
"Yes?"
SECURITY GUARD
(excusing himself)
"Sorry to disturb, sir. There's a car blocking an assigned resident spot. Plate number ends with 37-NA."
Ryun frowns, turns toward the woman behind him.
RYUN
"Hey, where did you park?"
She walks in casually, fixing her damp hair with a hand towel.
WOMAN
(confused)
"Um… right side of the entrance. By the wall, I think?"
Ryun winces.
RYUN
"Sweetheart, that's guest reserved parking. You might be blocking someone."
He turns back to the monitor.
RYUN (CONT'D)
"I'll come down and move it. Sorry for the trouble."
SECURITY GUARD
(nods)
"No worries. Just doing rounds."
Ryun grabs a hoodie and his keys.
RYUN (to her)
"I'll be quick."
She gives him a light peck on the cheek.
WOMAN
"Sorry for troubling you."
He smiles faintly, pulling the door open—
Then___
Ryun opens the door just as the security guard steps away down the hall.
He sighs and turns to step out—
SLAM!
The door swings back open violently.
A hand pushes it back in.
HANNA appears from the side — drenched, mascara smudged, eyes blazing with storm and heartbreak.
RYUN
(startled)
"H-Hanna?!"
She steps inside. The door closes behind her with a soft, echoing click.
The apartment smells like her perfume — lavender citrus —
but it's not hers tonight.
A woman appears from the hallway — stunned.
WOMAN
"You—?!"
HANNA
(realizing)
"Lavender… Pink Kelly bag…"
Her eyes flick to Ryun.
His silence says everything.
WOMAN
(to Ryun, confused)
"What happened ryun? Explain."
HANNA
(flat, cold)
"He doesn't need to.
Looks like he brought his 'cheater' character to life."
The woman blinks. Stumbles back. Runs her hand through her hair, shaken. Then slowly sits down, stunned.
WOMAN
(whispers)
"So… all the rumors were real?
How many women did you play?"
Hanna lets out a dry laugh. Her smirk is bitter.
HANNA
"You cheated with me?
For someone like her?"
(scoffs)
"I wasn't that perfect like you said, huh?
Was two years just one big game?"
The woman suddenly chimes in, broken voice:
WOMAN
"I've… been with him for three years."
Beat. Silence.
HANNA
(eyes wide, voice rising)
"Three years?"
(voice cracks)
"Wait—so I was the third wheel?!"
Ryun tries to intervene, panicking. He steps forward, hands raised.
RYUN
"Stop—just stop! I didn't mean to—this was a mistake—I—!"
He kneels, desperate.
RYUN
"I'm sorry. I swear, I didn't want to hurt anyone—!"
Before he finishes—
CRACK!
Hanna punches him square in the jaw. He stumbles back, stunned.
The woman gasps, tears falling.
WOMAN
"…Wow."
And in that moment—no one says anything else. Just the sound of rain pounding against the windows.
Hanna storms out of the bedroom, holding a small bag of her things. Ryun stands by the door, still dazed from earlier.
She walks past him—then stops. Turns back.
HANNA
(icy, deadly calm)
"I was about to give you one more punch…"
Ryun flinches, raising his hands to shield himself—
HANNA
(smirks, whispers)
"But you're not even worth it."
She spins on her heel and leaves. Door slams.
Silence.
The woman stands still, quietly wiping her tears. Her voice low but steady.
WOMAN
"You should've known… after three years, I'd see through you eventually."
She grabs her pink Kelly bag. Ryun stammers, stepping toward her.
RYUN
"Don't go. You were with me the longest—she was just—"
WOMAN
(cutting in, sharp)
"A distraction?
A joke?"
She lifts her hand midair like she's about to slap him. Ryun closes his eyes, bracing—
But nothing lands.
WOMAN
(sweetly, smirking)
"Oh no… I'm not wasting my La Mer hand cream on you."
She flips her hair, adjusts her coat, and struts out.
SLAM.
Ryun is left alone, breathless. The silence finally catches up.