Y/N-

Today was my first official day at KTH Enterprise, and I could hardly contain my excitement—and nerves. I'd spent extra time picking out the perfect outfit, a fitted blouse and pencil skirt that made me feel professional yet comfortable. I pulled my hair back into a sleek ponytail and applied a bit of makeup, just enough to boost my confidence. Taking one last look in the mirror, I took a deep breath and headed out.

The office was even more impressive than I remembered from my interview. The building was a blend of modern architecture and sleek design, with floor-to-ceiling windows that bathed the entire floor in natural light. I was introduced to my team, got my ID card, and settled into my new desk. Everyone was friendly, and the morning went smoothly as I started to get a feel for my tasks and responsibilities. Things were going well.

After a while, it was break time, so I decided to freshen up before grabbing a coffee. As I left the washroom and made my way down the hall, I wasn't paying full attention to where I was going, too caught up in thoughts about the projects I'd just been assigned.

And that's when it happened.

I bumped into a firm chest, and I felt myself stumble backward. My eyes widened as I realized who it was—Mr. Kim Taehyung, the CEO himself. Before I could even process what was happening, his arm shot out, wrapping around my waist to steady me. I felt the warmth of his hand, his grip strong yet gentle, keeping me from an inevitable fall. The world seemed to pause as I looked up and met his eyes, my heart pounding in my chest.

The moment felt surreal, like something straight out of a movie. He was so close I could see the details in his eyes, his expression unreadable but intense. Embarrassment flooded over me, and I quickly closed my eyes, hoping this was all some kind of dream. After a second, he let me go, stepping back to give me space. I stood there, trying to recover my balance and my dignity.

"Are you okay, Miss Park?" he asked, his voice smooth and polite.

I forced myself to open my eyes and nod, my cheeks burning. "Y-Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Kim. I'm so sorry for bumping into you." I barely managed to get the words out, and I could hear the nervousness in my own voice. I didn't dare look him in the eye again, instead focusing on the floor like it was the most fascinating thing I'd ever seen.

He gave a small nod, his expression calm and professional. "Good. Just be careful next time."

I nodded quickly, murmured another apology, and practically fled from the scene, feeling my face grow hotter with every step. The entire way back to my desk, I mentally kicked myself. Great, Y/n, just great! I'd managed to embarrass myself on my first day—and not just in front of anyone, but the CEO himself.

What would he think of me now? Clumsy? Unprofessional? I slumped into my chair, covering my face with my hands. My heart was still racing from the brief encounter, and I couldn't stop replaying the scene in my head. I groaned softly, wondering if I'd ever live this down.

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TAEHYUNG-

The morning had gone smoothly. I'd started the day with a round of meetings and reviewed the quarterly reports, and things were progressing as planned. Since our recent collaboration with Hales Textile, our company had garnered even more attention in the industry, and maintaining that momentum was key. I had my schedule set for the day, with no plans for interruptions.

After my break, I was heading back to my office when I turned the corner and unexpectedly collided with someone. Before I could fully register what was happening, I felt a figure stumble against me. Acting on instinct, I reached out, grabbing her waist to steady her. It all happened in a flash.

The first thing I noticed was the surprised look in her wide eyes, which quickly darted downward in embarrassment. She was clearly flustered, her cheeks flushed pink, her lips slightly parted as though she was about to apologize. And then I recognized her—Y/n. I'd only met her once before, at the collaboration party, but somehow, she'd stayed in my memory, more than I had intended.

There was something about her that was... different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but she had a presence that was hard to ignore. She was professional yet grounded, polite yet not afraid to speak her mind when needed. And now, here she was, standing in front of me, her expression both mortified and frozen in surprise.

"Are you okay, Miss Park?" I asked, my tone calm, masking the flicker of amusement I felt at her reaction.

She nodded quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Y-Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Kim. I'm so sorry for bumping into you."

She seemed even more nervous now than during her interview, and I could see her hands twisting together in subtle anxiety. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about a small incident like this, but something about the way she looked up at me—a mixture of awe and embarrassment—made the moment linger. It was strange, really. This was hardly the first time someone had been nervous around me. I was used to it. Yet, Y/n's reaction felt... different.

"Good. Just be careful next time," I replied, keeping my expression neutral. I didn't want to make her feel more uncomfortable than she already was.

She nodded again, quickly muttering another apology before scurrying off down the hall, her head slightly lowered. I watched her for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips as she disappeared around the corner. Despite the brief encounter, her flustered expression replayed in my mind.

With a quiet sigh, I returned to my office, attempting to brush off the distraction and refocus on the work at hand. But for some reason, I couldn't quite shake the image of her standing there, her cheeks-tinged pink, looking as if she wanted to vanish into thin air.

It had been months since the party, yet Y/n continued to pop up in my thoughts, uninvited but persistent. I'd tried to ignore it, chalking it up to a passing curiosity. After all, love—or even the notion of attachment—wasn't something I entertained. Not since my parents' separation. To me, emotions were distractions, vulnerabilities, things to be kept at a safe distance. My work, my responsibilities as the CEO, that was my purpose.

Yet here I was, caught up in the memory of a simple hallway encounter.

I shook my head, exhaling deeply. "Focus, Taehyung," I murmured to myself. But even as I picked up the latest report, a faint smile lingered on my face. Perhaps Miss Park was just a small diversion, a temporary fascination. Or perhaps... she was something else entirely.

Only time would tell.

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