## **Lee Yoon-seo**
There are kisses. And then there are *KISSES.*
That was the second kind.
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The morning after was supposed to be normal. Business as usual. Fake marriage, pretend couple, all contractual, all clean. Right?
Wrong.
Because the moment I unlocked my phone —
> **\[BREAKING] CEO Ji Hoon-min & Wife Lee Yoon-seo’s Kiss Goes Viral — Netizens Say “This Can’t Be Fake”**
“Oh no no no no—”
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## **Cue Family Group Chat Explosion™**
**Umma:** 👀 *So... not fake, huh?*
**Ah-rin (SIL):** *WE. SAW. EVERYTHING. 💅*
**Hoon-jae (Brother):** *Bro, you owe us a REAL explanation. And also... HOW. DARE. YOU. Have main character chemistry IRL.*
**Umma:** *I expect grandkids. No pressure.*
**Hoon-min:** *EVERYONE OUT OF THIS CHAT.*
**Hoon-min removed Umma.**
**Hoon-min removed Hoon-jae.**
**Hoon-min removed Ah-rin.**
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## **Scene 1: Office? Nope. Warzone.**
Walking into the office felt like walking into a battlefield.
People whispered. Pointed. Stared.
“Did you see the kiss video?”
“Bro... that’s not acting.”
“Someone get them a drama contract...”
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Then there was him.
**Ji Hoon-min.** Standing by the coffee machine. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Jaw clenched. Hair pushed back in a way that should be ILLEGAL before 9 AM.
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“Good morning,” I tried, pretending I wasn’t having a heart attack.
His eyes flicked up. Dark. Sharp. “Morning.”
Tension. So much tension. You could slice it with a butter knife and serve it for brunch.
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“You... uh... saw the news?” I fumbled.
He crossed his arms. “Hard to miss.”
A beat.
Then, voice lower — dangerous — “So... was it pretend for you?”
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I choked on air. “Excuse me?”
“The kiss.” His eyes didn’t waver. “Was it pretend?”
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## **Scene 2: Enter the Second Lead Menace™**
Cue Min-jun strolling in like a literal walking *threat to male leads.*
“Morning, Yoon-seo,” he said, smooth as silk. “You look stunning. Glowing, actually. Must be that post-kiss radiance.”
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Hoon-min’s jaw visibly *cracked.*
“Do you have a meeting here, or are you just trespassing?” he snapped.
“Business proposal. But if you’d prefer, I can schedule in ‘stealing your wife’ for later.” Min-jun smiled — politely. Deadly.
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I fake-coughed. “Gentlemen. Please.”
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## **Scene 3: The Tension That Breaks Something Inside Both**
In the boardroom, tension snapped like wires.
Every accidental brush of hands. Every glance. Every time his gaze dropped to my lips like he *didn’t mean to but absolutely did.*
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“You’re avoiding the question,” he muttered, leaning in during a quiet moment.
“What question?” I asked, pretending my heart wasn’t trying to claw out of my chest.
“Was. It. Pretend.” His breath was warm against my ear. His fingers brushed mine — “Because I don’t think I can keep doing this if it was.”
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## **Scene 4: Chaos, Confession... Almost**
Phone buzzed.
> **\[BREAKING] Anonymous Source Claims Ji Hoon-min & Lee Yoon-seo’s Marriage Is FAKE**
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Both of us froze.
“No. No no no no—”
He slammed his laptop shut. “Who leaked this?!”
My phone blew up. Messages. Calls. Headlines.
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“Is this... is this over?” I whispered.
His gaze snapped to me. “NO.”
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Hoon-min gripped my wrist. “Don’t. Don’t even think about walking away. I—”
A pause. His mouth opened. Closed. His hands trembled. “I don’t know what this is anymore. But it’s not fake. Not for me.”
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My throat dried. “...Hoon-min—”
But the door burst open.
**The press. The board members. The rumors. The world.**
Crashing. Collapsing. Everything spinning.
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## **Final Line:**
As he pulled me behind him, shielding me from the cameras, the only thing I heard was him saying — low, broken —
**“Mine. You’re mine. Whether the world believes it or not.”**
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