POV: Female Lead (Doctor)
"Come on, Ha-neul. Just say yes!"
Jung Ha-neul arched an eyebrow at her best friend, Yoo Na-ri, who was practically bouncing with excitement. The hospital cafeteria was nearly empty at this hour, but Na-ri's voice carried like a loudspeaker.
"You're insane," Ha-neul muttered, stabbing at her salad with a fork. "Why on earth would I agree to this ridiculous dare?"
Na-ri leaned in, eyes gleaming. "Because it's fun! And because you're always so serious about work. You need a little excitement in your life."
Ha-neul rolled her eyes. "Define 'excitement.'"
Na-ri smirked. "Date a billionaire."
Ha-neul choked on her water. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Na-ri said, grinning. "I dare you to make one of Seoul's most untouchable, most arrogant billionaires fall for you."
Ha-neul wiped her mouth with a napkin, shaking her head. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
"Oh, come on," Na-ri whined. "You're beautiful, smart, and fearless. You could totally do it!"
"Not interested."
Na-ri huffed. "You're no fun."
Ha-neul sighed, tapping her fingers on the table. "Who's the unfortunate billionaire I'm supposed to charm?" she asked, purely out of curiosity.
Na-ri's smirk widened. "Ahn Min-jae."
Ha-neul froze.
The cold-hearted CEO. The man she was supposed to meet today as a patient.
A slow, mischievous smile spread across her lips. "Interesting."
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The First Meeting
Ha-neul stepped into the luxurious VIP suite, her doctor's coat crisp, her expression calm. Ahn Min-jae sat on the black leather couch near the window, scrolling through his tablet with an air of complete disinterest.
He didn't look up when she entered.
"Mr. Ahn Min-jae," she said smoothly, stepping forward. "I'm Dr. Jung Ha-neul, and I'll be handling your checkup today."
No response.
Ha-neul tilted her head, studying him. Tall, broad-shouldered, absurdly good-looking—but his presence was like ice, his aura screaming 'stay away.'
Unfortunately for him, she wasn't the type to back off.
"Are you always this charming, or am I just special?" she quipped, setting down her clipboard.
Min-jae finally looked up, his gaze sharp as a blade. His voice was calm, but there was an undeniable edge to it.
"I don't need a doctor who talks too much."
Ha-neul grinned. "Good thing I don't need a patient who complains too much either."
His expression didn't change, but she caught the slight flicker of surprise in his eyes. Clearly, he wasn't used to people talking back to him.
This was going to be fun.
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