Present Day – Minho's Office, Seoul
The office buzzed with the low hum of ambition. Floors of glass and marble, assistants rushing with tablets, phones ringing in rhythm. Minho sat behind his desk—sharp suit, focused eyes, jaw tense.
CEO of a rising tech company at 30 wasn't easy. Every second was scheduled, every deal calculated. But today, something tugged at his mind. Something he couldn't name.
He barely slept last night.
A strange restlessness.
Like he'd missed something. Or someone.
"Sir," his assistant called, poking her head in. "The fashion team is here for the collaboration proposal."
Minho blinked. "Fashion?"
"Luxury tech collab. High-end smartwatches with Korean designers, remember?"
Right. He nodded and stood, fixing his cuffs. "Let's go."
They entered the boardroom. A long table, portfolios stacked neatly, samples on display. A small team of creatives waited, chatting quietly.
Someone began the presentation. He half-listened, until—
"…and the lead designer for the Seoul showcase is Minji Seo."
Minho's head snapped up.
The room kept talking, but he didn't hear them.
Minji. Seo.
His chest tightened.
The name echoed through his memory like a soft thunder.
That smile. That umbrella. That day.
Could it be?
He hadn't heard her name in over a decade.
Minho leaned back in his chair, heartbeat quickening beneath his calm expression.
Was this fate?
Or just a name?
Either way, he needed to know.