## **Lee Yoon-seo**
You ever watch a slow-motion car crash?
Except the cars are your feelings, your fake husband, your company, and your sanity?
Welcome to my Tuesday.
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## **Scene 1: The Leak Heard 'Round the World**
My phone buzzed like it was possessed.
> **\[BREAKING] CEO Ji Hoon-min & Lee Yoon-seo’s Marriage — Confirmed FAKE! Leaked contract terms EXPOSED.**
Aaaand that’s my villain origin story.
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## **Scene 2: The Emergency Cupid Club Meeting™**
“OKAY,” Hoon-jae slammed the table. “Plan A? Failed.”
“No kidding,” Ah-rin sighed, flipping through the tabloids. “‘Fake marriage scandal’, ‘betrayal’, ‘business empire collapsing’... I can’t even scroll. It’s lagging.”
Umma paced. “Time for Plan B.”
“...There was a Plan B?”
“Of course.” She whipped out a glittery pink notebook labeled **OPERATION: GET OUR DUMB KIDS TOGETHER.**
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### **Plan B:** *“Push Them Together Via Competitive Jealousy.”*
Simple: Invite the Second Lead Menace (Min-jun). Spark jealousy. Force feelings. Easy.
Spoiler: It was **not** easy.
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## **Scene 3: Enter Min-jun, The Walking Threat™**
Min-jun strolled into my office, casual, glowing, polite smile on, devastating jawline fully engaged.
“I heard things have... escalated,” he said, placing coffee on my desk. “You okay?”
I sighed. “Define okay.”
“I brought pastries.”
“Oh. Then I’m fine.”
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He sat. Too close. Way too close. Smile too gentle. Fingers brushing mine when handing me a croissant — *TOO CASUALLY TO BE LEGAL.*
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Cue door SLAMMING open.
**Ji Hoon-min.** Storm. Thundercloud. Malfunctioning CEO boyfriend... thing.
“Oh,” Min-jun smiled, “didn’t see you there.”
“Yeah, not surprising,” Hoon-min’s jaw ticked. “You were *too busy flirting with my—*” He stopped. “...my... co-worker.”
“Oh? Co-worker?” Min-jun’s brow lifted. “Wasn’t she your wife this morning?”
Hoon-min’s nostril flare could cause a category-five hurricane.
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## **Scene 4: The Failed Jealousy Trap™**
“Yoon-seo, I was thinking,” Min-jun leaned in. “Let’s have dinner. Just us. To unwind. Maybe discuss... future collaborations.”
Before I could even breathe—
“No.” Hoon-min’s voice dropped. “She’s busy.”
Min-jun blinked. “Oh? I didn’t realize you were her secretary now.”
“I’m her—” Hoon-min’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened. Error 404. Brain not found. “—husband.”
The air *SNAPPED.*
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But before anyone could escalate further—
The office door BURST OPEN.
“PHASE THREE!” Hoon-jae yelled, dragging in a literal karaoke machine.
Ah-rin followed with a piñata. “*Nothing solves tension like forced fun!*”
Umma entered with a tray of kimchi pancakes. “Feed them. Feed the feelings.”
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## **Scene 5: Absolute Unfiltered CHAOS™**
“Sing a duet,” Hoon-jae shoved microphones at me and Hoon-min. “NOW.”
“Not happening,” Hoon-min deadpanned.
Min-jun, sipping tea in the corner: “I’ll sing with her.”
Hoon-min: *internally combusts*
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“*Baby baby baby ohhhhh...*” Hoon-jae sang off-key, wildly shaking maracas.
Ah-rin started swinging at the piñata — accidentally shattered a lightbulb instead.
Umma force-fed Hoon-min a kimchi pancake mid-argument. “EAT. YOU’RE SKINNY.”
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Meanwhile, Min-jun casually leaned toward me. “If this is your family... you might want to marry me instead.”
Cue Hoon-min *dragging me out by the wrist.*
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## **Scene 6: The Explosion (Literal and Emotional)**
Outside, breathless, Hoon-min cornered me against the wall.
“Stop looking at him like that,” he growled.
“Looking like what?”
“Like... like you *don’t remember you’re mine.*”
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I blinked. “...Are you malfunctioning?”
“Absolutely.”
Silence.
Then he whispered — raw, desperate —
“I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know where the line is anymore. I just know\... I don’t want you looking at anyone the way you look at me.”
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“...Even though it’s fake?”
A pause.
“Yeah. Even if it’s fake... it’s mine. You’re mine.”
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## **Scene 7: The Problem Returns™**
Phone buzzed.
> **\[ALERT] Both Ji Hoon-min and Lee Yoon-seo receive notices. Lawsuits. Contracts. Investors pulling out.**
My hands trembled.
“It’s all...” I whispered. “It’s... all crashing down.”
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Hoon-min looked at me. Looked at the phone. Looked at the sky. Then back at me.
And in that broken, chaotic moment — he cupped my face.
“Then let it.” His thumb brushed my cheek. “Let it all burn. As long as you don’t leave.”
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## **Final Line:**
And I didn’t know what was more terrifying — the world falling apart... or the fact that part of me didn’t want to run anymore.
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