## **Lee Yoon-seo**
If anyone told me a fake marriage would lead to this much chaos, I would’ve demanded hazard pay.
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## **Scene 1: Company Dinner of DOOM™**
“Are you sure about this?” I muttered as we stepped into the venue.
“Absolutely not,” Hoon-min muttered back. “But we signed up for this circus. Smile.”
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Except...
Smile turned into jaw-drop.
Because across the room — standing under a chandelier, glowing like a walking K-drama poster — was **Kang Min-jun.**
“...Oh no,” I whispered.
“Oh no what?” Hoon-min’s eyes narrowed. “Why is he here?”
“Business contact?” I squeaked.
“Coincidence,” Min-jun said smoothly, already by my side with two glasses of champagne. “Fancy seeing you here.”
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## **Cue the Family Table Chaos™**
“Ohhh...” Hoon-min’s mom gasped, practically *wilting.*
“That’s... that’s the second lead?” Ji Hoon-jae (ML’s brother) whispered like a scandalized auntie.
“*Waah... even I feel tempted...*” Kim Ah-rin (the sister-in-law) added, eyes wide.
The three of them watched Min-jun hand me the champagne with a smile that could heal nations.
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“...Is it bad I suddenly think she has options?” the mom whispered dramatically.
“DISGUSTINGLY good-looking,” the sister-in-law added.
“Is this how he looks... ALL THE TIME?” Hoon-jae fake-fanned himself. “This is offensive. This should be illegal.”
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Meanwhile, Hoon-min sat there stiff as a statue. Jaw clenched. Eyes narrowed. Hands white-knuckled on the tablecloth.
“Stop. Staring,” he growled.
“We’re just saying...” his mom mused. “If things don’t work out...”
“UMMA!”
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## **Scene 2: The Drunk Client Demands Violence (aka The Kiss)**
The dinner dragged. Tension wound tighter. Min-jun casually existing made it ten times worse.
Then it happened.
A Very Drunk Client wobbled over. “Eyyy... Ji CEO... wife... proof... hic... show proof... *kiss kiss!*”
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Silence. The entire room blinked.
“...Excuse me?” I coughed.
“*Kiss! Kiss! Otherwise fake!*” the client demanded, slamming the table. “*Couple kiss! Now!*”
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Min-jun blinked. “Oh. Oh my.”
Hoon-min stood, jaw flexing. “No need. No need for—”
The family?
“YES. NEED,” all three of them chorused from the table, phones halfway raised for pictures.
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## **The Kiss That Wasn’t Meant to Happen**
“Fine,” I hissed, grabbing Hoon-min’s lapel. “Let’s get this over with.”
His hands gripped my waist — *too tight, too fast, too natural.*
His breath hitched. “You sure about this?”
“No.”
“Good. Me neither.”
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The kiss was supposed to be fake. Just a peck. A joke.
It wasn’t.
It was **slow. Deep. Breath-stealing.** The kind that made the world drop away. The kind where his fingers flexed against my back and mine curled into his hair without permission.
When we pulled back — the silence was DEAFENING.
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“...OH,” his mom gasped.
The sister-in-law smacked the table. “THAT’S NOT ACTING.”
“NOT FAKE. NOT. FAKE,” Hoon-jae declared like a courtroom judge.
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Meanwhile, Min-jun — polite, soft, terrifyingly graceful — raised his champagne. “Wow. Impressive commitment to the bit.”
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## **Scene 3: Chaos x1000 — Hoon-min Malfunctions**
As soon as the dinner ended —
“Home. Now,” Hoon-min growled, practically dragging me toward the car.
“YAH! Ji Hoon-min!” I slapped his arm. “You’re acting like a caveman—”
“Good. Better than watching him smile at you like that.”
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“Are you... jealous?” I gasped, half-laughing.
“*Absolutely.*”
“...Oh.”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” he muttered, shoving open the car door. “You’re mine. Mine to kiss. Mine to—” He paused, breathing hard. “Mine. Got it?”
I blinked. “...For the contract, right?”
Silence.
“...Yeah. For the contract.”
Except neither of us sounded convinced anymore.
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