POV: Female Lead (Jung Ha-neul)
Ahn Min-jae was jealous.
And now, Ha-neul couldn't stop thinking about it.
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A Newfound Power
It had been three days since the fundraiser.
Three days since Min-jae had looked her in the eye and said, "Because you're mine."
And ever since, he had been avoiding her.
At first, Ha-neul had expected him to deny everything. Maybe even pretend it never happened.
But Min-jae went one step further.
He completely erased her existence.
No teasing remarks. No sarcastic jabs.
Just cold, professional silence.
Ha-neul hated it.
But at the same time…
She found herself enjoying the chase.
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Pushing His Limits
Ha-neul leaned against the counter in the hospital break room, watching as Min-jae deliberately ignored her.
"Min-jae."
Nothing.
"CEO Ahn."
Still nothing.
Ha-neul smirked. "Min-min~"
Min-jae froze mid-sip of his coffee.
Slowly, he set the cup down and turned to her. His expression was impassive, but his grip on the cup? A little too tight.
"Do you have a death wish?" he asked, voice low and deadly.
Ha-neul grinned. "Maybe."
She leaned in slightly. "You haven't been talking to me lately. Did something happen?"
Min-jae's jaw ticked. "No."
"Liar."
He exhaled sharply, fixing her with a glare. "Don't push me, Jung."
She tilted her head. "Or what?"
A muscle in his jaw clenched.
Then, abruptly, he stepped closer—invading her space.
For a second, Ha-neul forgot how to breathe.
His voice dropped to a whisper. "You wouldn't like the answer."
She swallowed. Damn.
But she wasn't backing down.
Not yet.
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The First Crack in His Armor
Later that night, Ha-neul found herself standing outside Min-jae's office.
She had no idea why she was here.
Or maybe she did.
Taking a breath, she pushed open the door.
Min-jae was sitting at his desk, typing away on his laptop.
He barely glanced up. "Go home, Jung."
Ha-neul stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "Not until you talk to me."
Min-jae exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "There's nothing to talk about."
"Really?" She crossed her arms. "Because three days ago, you said something interesting."
Min-jae went still.
Ha-neul took a step closer. "Something about me being yours?"
Silence.
Another step. "Should we talk about that?"
Min-jae's fingers tightened around his pen.
For a long moment, he didn't move. Didn't speak.
Then, he let out a low chuckle—dark and humorless.
"You think this is a game, don't you?"
Ha-neul blinked. "What—"
Suddenly, Min-jae was in front of her. Too close. Too intense.
"You keep pushing," he murmured, voice low and dangerous.
Ha-neul's heart skipped a beat.
"You think you can tease me, Jung?" His fingers lightly brushed her wrist. "See how far I'll let you go?"
Her breath hitched.
"Be careful," Min-jae whispered. "Because one day, I might just stop holding back."
Ha-neul forgot how to function.
She had won—she had gotten under his skin.
But now…
She wasn't sure if she was ready for what came next.
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