## **Lee Yoon-seo**
If anyone asks how my life became an episode of a makjang K-drama, the answer is simple:
It started with a fake marriage.
It escalated with a kiss.
And it went downhill the moment I blacked out in the middle of a press conference.
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## **Scene 1: The Chaos Meltdown™**
Flashing cameras. Reporters screaming. Board members panicking.
My chest tightened. My vision blurred.
Not now. Not now. Not—
The floor tilted sideways.
And then— **darkness.**
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## **Ji Hoon-min’s POV**
“Yoon-seo?”
“Yoon-seo—Yoon-seo—Yoon-seo!”
Panic wasn’t a strong enough word. I caught her just before she hit the floor.
“Call an ambulance!” I roared. “NOW!”
Her head lolled against my shoulder. Her skin—*too cold.* Her breathing—*too shallow.*
“Hey. No. No, you don’t do this. You don’t get to do this. Not to me.”
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## **Scene 2: The Hospital Chaos™ + Cupid Club Assembles**
“Stable... but exhausted. Overworked. Dehydrated. Stress-induced collapse,” the doctor said.
I sank onto the chair outside her room, hands shaking.
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Cue the cavalry.
**Umma:** “I KNEW IT. I KNEW THIS BOY WOULD DRIVE HER CRAZY.”
**Ah-rin:** “Forget crazy. He’s gonna drive her straight into the grave if we don’t intervene.”
**Hoon-jae:** “This calls for... an EMERGENCY INTERVENTION.”
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**The Cupid Club™ was born.**
Mission: *Get these two idiots to stop pretending and start confessing.*
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“Here’s the plan,” Hoon-jae said, unrolling a literal whiteboard. “Step one: trap them together. Step two: force emotional vulnerability. Step three: mandatory romantic gestures. Step four: PROFIT.”
“...This isn’t a business deal,” Ah-rin deadpanned.
“Shhh. Let me have this.”
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## **Scene 3: Soft Boyfriend Mode — Activated (Unwillingly)**
Inside the hospital room, I sat next to her, hands tangled in hers.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” I whispered.
“You push everyone away. You act like you don’t care. But I see it. I always see it.”
My thumb traced her knuckles. “And I care. Way too much. Way more than this stupid contract ever covered.”
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She stirred. A soft noise.
I froze.
“Sleep,” I murmured. “Don’t wake up yet. Not until I figure out... what I’m supposed to do with this. With you. With...”
A long pause. A breath.
“...with how much I love you.”
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Except—
Her fingers twitched.
Her eyelids fluttered.
She. Heard. **Everything.**
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## **Scene 4: The Cupid Club Plan Escalates™**
Outside the room:
“Phase Two!” Hoon-jae announced. “We’re moving to Operation: *Emotional Blackmail!*”
“Subtle,” Ah-rin sighed.
“Effective,” Umma added, sipping her iced latte like the mob boss she secretly was.
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## **Scene 5: The Wake-Up (and WHOLE New Chaos)**
I blinked awake. Her voice—tiny, raspy—cut through the silence.
“Hoon-min...”
My head shot up. “Yoon-seo. You’re awake. Thank god. You—”
“You... love me?”
Silence.
Then absolute, nuclear-level panic.
“...You heard that?”
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Her lips twitched. “...You talk too much for someone who pretends he doesn’t care.”
I groaned. Dragged my hands over my face. “Forget what I said. I was... delusional. Stress. Fever. Mild insanity—”
“Too late,” she coughed out a laugh. “I heard it.”
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Before I could respond, the door SLAMMED open.
**The entire Cupid Club poured in.**
Umma: “Oh look, she’s awake! Excellent. Now, about your wedding vows—”
Ah-rin: “And about the prenup cancellation—”
Hoon-jae: “And your future children’s names—”
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I stood. “OUT. ALL OF YOU. OUT.”
Chaos. Absolute, feral chaos.
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## **Final Beat — The Line That Ends Me (and You)**
As the door finally slammed shut behind the last meddling family member, Yoon-seo looked at me. Soft. Open. Terrifying.
“Hoon-min...” Her voice was a whisper. “It’s... not pretend for me either.”
Silence.
And then the only thing I could do was lean in — cupping her cheek — and breathe:
“Then we’re doomed.”
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