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CHAPTER 15: The Confession(That Should Have Come Sooner)

## **Scene 1: Operation Grand Confession Begins (Or... Implodes)**

“Alright,” Hoon-jae claps, standing in front of the **Cupid Club HQ whiteboard**, now scribbled with:

> 🔥 **Operation: Public Confession — Either Win Her or Die Trying.** 🔥

Ah-rin circles bullet points:

* Microphones: ✔️

* Backup power (in case someone *“accidentally”* cuts it): ✔️

* Media press releases pre-written: ✔️

* Escape plan for Hoon-min if Yoon-seo throws a shoe at him: ✔️✔️✔️

Tae-oh adjusts his glasses. “Are we sure this won’t backfire?”

Hoon-jae: “No. But it’ll be entertaining either way.”

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## **Scene 2: The Crowd Gathers — And So Does The Internet**

It’s the **relaunch event of Yoon-seo’s company.** Cameras everywhere. Netizens are **foaming at the mouth.**

* *“IT’S HAPPENING.”*

* *“He better not wimp out.”*

* *“If this man ruins my ship, I’m suing.”*

Family members? In the front row with popcorn. Literal popcorn.

Umma whispers to Ah-rin, “Do we cheer... or brace for impact?”

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## **Scene 3: Hoon-min Walks Up... and FORGETS HOW TO BREATHE™**

Spotlight hits him. The crowd hushes.

He grips the mic. His hands? Sweaty. His brain? Static. His heart? **Free-falling without a parachute.**

His eyes find hers — standing near the stage, confused, panicked, beautiful, perfect, **his.**

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> 💥 “When I said I wanted the world to know\... I didn’t think I meant... this.”

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## **Hoon-min starts — shaky, then steady, then unstoppable.**

“Most of you probably know me as the CEO. Some of you... as the guy who accidentally trended worldwide last week for...” He clears his throat. “...being a mess.”

> *Nervous laughter ripples.*

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“But... what none of you know is... the contract? The papers? The agreement?”

> *Silence. Yoon-seo’s eyes widen. Cupid Club leans forward like they’re at Wimbledon.*

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**“It was fake. Yes. But...”**

> Collective gasps.

> Netizens exploding: *“HE’S ADMITTING IT?? LIVE??”*

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## **“...My feelings? Never were.”**

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*Gasps. Screams. A woman in the back faints.*

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“I don’t know exactly when it started. When the pretending stopped. Maybe it was when you folded my laundry without asking. Or when you stole my hoodie and didn’t even pretend to return it. Or maybe...” His voice cracks. “Maybe it was always there.”

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> The world stops.

“I love you.”

Silence. No background music. No applause. Just... stunned oxygenless silence.

“I love you. I don’t care who hears it. I don’t care if the contract was a lie. The only real thing in my life... is you.”

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## **Scene 4: Panic. Chaos. Meltdown™**

**Min-jun:** Jaw locked. Hands shoved in pockets so tight the seams scream.

**Investors:** Half crying, half clapping. One whispering, *“This is better than Netflix. We should IPO this relationship.”*

**Cupid Club:**

* Ah-rin: *“I’M GOING TO PASS OUT.”*

* Hoon-jae: *“Bro, he DID IT. HE ACTUALLY DID IT.”*

* Umma: Crying. “My baby boy... finally uses his words...”

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## **Yoon-seo? Frozen. Terrified. Speechless.**

> *“What do I even say to that?”*

Her mouth opens. Closes. Opens. No words. Just... chaos in her chest.

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## **AND THEN...**

She bolts. **BOLTS.**

> *The gasps are audible.*

> Netizens: *“SHE RAN?? SHE RAN??”*

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Hoon-min’s heart drops to his knees. “Wait—what—Yoon-seo!!”

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## **Scene 5: The Aftermath — Cupid Club Goes Feral™**

Ah-rin stands. “NOPE. Nope nope nope. Not how this ends.”

Hoon-jae grabs his keys. “Get in. We’re fixing this.”

Umma grabs her purse. “Someone get my son his girl before I burn this city down.”

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Tae-oh deadpan: “I already booked the getaway car.”

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## **Scene 6: Yoon-seo — The Meltdown Moment™**

She runs. To the park. The place they first joked about the contract. The place where fake started... and real refused to stop.

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**Narrator (Yoon-seo):**

*“I’m not running from him. I’m running from... myself. Because what scares me isn’t his confession. It’s that... I feel exactly the same.”*

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**“And that... is terrifying.”**

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