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"Who are you?"
His voice was low, rough, and laced with disbelief.
The man undeniably the most attractive person she had ever seen lay beside her on the bed, his sculpted body partially covered by a snow-white sheet. His chiseled chest rose and fell slowly, and the sharp lines of his abs were impossible to ignore.
Sunlight poured into the luxurious room, illuminating the woman beside him. Her fair skin seemed to glow under the soft light. Her lips were swollen, as if kissed too many times, her long hair a tangled mess. She wore nothing but the bedsheet they both shared.
"I asked who you are," he repeated, his tone sharper this time. "Why aren't you answering me?"
Joon So Min sat frozen, unable to meet his gaze. Her heart pounded in her chest as confusion clouded her mind.
"I... I'm very sorry," she whispered, bowing her head.
What the hell? Who is she? he wondered. His dark eyes narrowed.
She quickly tried to leave the bed, but he caught her wrist with a firm grip. "Not so fast," he said coldly, his eyes locked on hers.
"Why?" she asked softly, startled by his touch.
"Because I'm completely naked underneath," he replied, almost annoyed. He looked at her like she was clueless like she should've known better.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Joon So Min," she answered hesitantly.
"How did you end up here?" he demanded. This was his hotel suite. He hadn't planned to wake up next to a stranger—especially not when he had a girlfriend.
So Min blinked, trying to recall the night before. "I... I don't remember."
That made it worse.
What the hell did I do last night? he thought, panic bubbling beneath his calm exterior. Coming back to Korea already felt like a mistake.
He exhaled deeply. "I'm sorry about this. I'll... compensate you. Let me call someone to get you some clothes," he said, eyeing her torn gown and ruined undergarments scattered across the floor.
So Min's eyes followed his. Her red dress the one
she saved up for, the one she loved was ruined. Completely ripped.
Had she really drunk that much? Her head throbbed.
This room was too perfect, too extravagant. The man beside her was clearly rich—richer than anyone she'd ever met.
"Okay," she said quietly. She had nothing to wear, and if he was offering help, who was she to say no?
Then he suddenly leaned closer.
She tensed.
Was he going to do something again? Her heart raced. Her mind screamed for him to let her go, but...
His face was closer now,too close.
She blinked at him, stunned by how ridiculously good-looking he was. He looked like a movie star. No better. Even more breathtaking than the BTS boys she had admired for years. This man looked unreal.
Was he even human?
But he didn't touch her. Instead, he reached around her and pressed a small button behind her.
A soft chime echoed.
Joon So Min's eyes widened. What did he just do?
"Someone will be here soon," he said calmly.
Moments later, the door opened and three young women in matching maid uniforms entered, heads bowed.
"Good morning, Young Master," they greeted in unison.
Young Master? So Min's stomach twisted. Was he some chaebol heir? A rich daddy's boy?
"Get us some clothes," he ordered.
The maids quickly returned with a rolling rack full of designer outfits.
So Min's jaw nearly dropped.
These are... Rita Chase originals. She recognized them instantly. These clothes were made in Paris, sold only to the wealthiest clients. The average person could never afford them.
"Let her choose," he said.
The maids unraveled the collection. Every dress sparkled. Every fabric shimmered. So Min felt like she was in a dream.
"Um... that black skirt. And the pink top. With the black leather jacket," she said finally, picking the simplest, most wearable set. Everything else looked too glamorous too expensive for someone like her.
"You are into fashion?" he asked, raising a brow.
She turned slightly and gave a small nod.
"Do you need shoes?" he asked.
She shook her head. Her shoes were still on the floor.
"Alright then. Get dressed... and leave," he said flatly.
So Min blinked. His voice was cold now. Distant.
He wasn't doing this out of kindness,he was just trying to fix a mess. He looked like a man who regretted everything.
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Later...
"Where are you?" a sharp voice asked over the phone.
So Min had just stepped outside the hotel building. She was dressed in the designer clothes, looking far more expensive than she felt.
"I'm on my way home," she replied nervously.
The woman on the other end,her stepmother hung up without a word.
So Min ran off, searching for a taxi. Her heart sank.
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"Stepmother," she called as she stepped into a small apartment.
It wasn't fancy, but it was home.
Her stepmother frowned immediately. "Where have you been, So Min?"
"I slept at a friend's place," she lied quickly.
Her stepmother glared, not convinced. "Go get Dae," she snapped.
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Elsewhere...
"Young Master, Madam says you must come home," said a man respectfully.
He stood behind a tall figure dressed in a sleek, tailored suit, his posture straight, polished shoes gleaming under the light.
Lee Seo Jun.
Second son of the Lee family,one of Seoul's wealthiest and most powerful families.
Everyone knew the Lee name. Their money. Their empire. Their scandals.
"Mr. No," Seo Jun spoke, still facing the window. "Do you have a cigarette?"
The servant stiffened. He could tell his master was not in a good mood.
And deep down... he already knew why.