The Grand Ballroom – a grand Business Conference Party
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The chandeliers above spilled golden light over a crowd dressed in designer elegance. Laughter, the clinking of glasses, and soft jazz music painted the evening as Seoul’s most powerful business elites gathered. It was Suwon’s night—his territory, his rules.
At the center of it all, Kim Yunie entered like a storm wrapped in silk. She wore a sharp-cut black gown, heels clicking with precision, and a look that dared anyone to underestimate her. Conversations paused for a second. Power recognized power.
Across the room, Jeon Junwoo stood by the bar, an untouched glass of whiskey in hand. His tailored suit hugged his broad frame, his presence silent but dangerously magnetic. He watched—not with curiosity, but with calculation.
Then it began.
Suwon (the bussiness rival of yunie loudly, smirking):
“Dong Wook Sang’s logistics expansion will need muscle and reach—KSH Enterprises lacks both. You’re biting off more than your pretty company can chew, Ms. Kim.”
Yunie (smiling coldly):
“Interesting. I assumed we were discussing business, not your insecurities. My ‘pretty’ company just outbid your European merger last quarter, didn’t it?”
The crowd chuckled, tension buzzing.
Suwon (stepping closer):
“Bold words from someone who still runs to her father’s board for approval.”
Yunie (stepping closer, voice sharp like ice):
“Bold words from a man who’d be bankrupt if his daddy didn’t sell half his empire to the Japanese to cover his failures.”
A hush.
Junwoo’s lips curved slightly. Not a smile—something darker. The queen had claws. And she had just declared war.
Dong Wook Sang(the great bussiness man a korean plus Japanese man), seated quietly nearby, raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
then...
Dong Wook Sang (standing slowly, with authority):
“I’ve heard enough. My business doesn’t rest on ego or cold words.”
(He looks between Suwon and Yunie with calm but piercing eyes.)
“I will sign the deal only with a company led by a couple. A union of minds and power—someone who understands partnership.”
Gasps and murmurs spread through the room. Yunie’s jaw tensed for just a second.
Before she could speak, the ballroom doors opened.
Subin stepped in like a movie villain wrapped in charm—confident smirk, dark suit, and the eyes of someone who knew how to bend trust like steel. His gaze locked with Yunie’s, warmth feigned under his smile.
Subin (walking toward her):
“There you are, Yunie. Sorry I’m late. Got caught up managing our side project.”
Yunie blinked, confused—but the guests around them immediately assumed he was her partner.
Suwon sneered.
Dong Wook Sang smiled slightly, misinterpreting the scene.
Dong Wook Sang:
“Well, it seems Ms. Kim is already a step ahead. A business couple—that is promising.”
Junwoo, still near the bar, sipped his whiskey. The calm in his eyes hardened. Subin.
He knew that snake’s real nature—rival mafia, manipulator, and now playing the role of Yunie’s savior.
Junwoo leaned back, voice low to himself:
“She just stepped into a battlefield... and doesn’t even know it.”
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but junwoo smirk because now he got a great idea...
and. Before Yunie could open her mouth to correct the growing misunderstanding, a deep, commanding voice cut through the noise like a blade.
Jeon Junwoo:
“That’s enough.”
The room fell into stunned silence. All heads turned toward the bar.
Junwoo stepped forward, slow and deliberate, his gaze locked on Subin with a quiet warning, then sliding to Yunie with something unreadable—ownership or challenge, maybe both.
Junwoo (to the crowd, voice calm but absolute):
“Kim Yunie is not with him.”
A pause. Eyes widened.
Junwoo (looking at Mr. Dong Wook Sang):
“She’s my fiancée. We planned to keep it private until after her upcoming merger... but I suppose the timing no longer matters.”
A hushed murmur rippled through the crowd.
Yunie froze for a breath—shocked, confused, and for the first time, off-balance. But her face remained composed. She knew she had to play along—for now.
Dong Wook Sang, visibly pleased:
“A surprising development... but a powerful one. A union between KSH and Jeon Enterprises could make waves.”
Subin’s jaw ticked, but he smiled thinly.
“Interesting. I must’ve missed the engagement party.”
Junwoo (cold smile):
“You weren’t invited.”
Another ripple of tension.
Yunie turned slightly to face Junwoo, whispering just loud enough for him to hear:
Yunie (through gritted teeth):
“What the hell are you doing?”
Junwoo (soft and dangerous):
“Saving your company, darling.”
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what gonna happen next??...
what do you think?
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