Minji Park had built her world out of logic.

Her days were framed by neatly structured timetables, her notebooks filled with perfectly aligned handwriting, and her thoughts always one step ahead—planning, calculating, dreaming. She didn’t live in fantasies. Minji lived in facts.

Wake up at 6:00 a.m.

Run for exactly twenty minutes.

Breakfast: one boiled egg, one banana, green tea.

Attend lectures. Study. Volunteer at the campus clinic. Study more.

It wasn’t discipline. It was survival. The medical field was competitive, and she wasn’t just trying to succeed—she had to. Her parents had poured everything into her future, and she’d sworn to make it worth it.

Unlike most of her peers who floated between clubs and confusion, Minji walked with quiet certainty. The world to her was not chaos—it was a puzzle to be solved, a body to be understood, a life to be lived with purpose.

And yet, for someone so focused, she loved the little things too.

The smell of fresh ink on a new journal.

The way the trees near the campus shifted color with the seasons.

The soft click of her pen when she figured out a diagnosis before her professor said it aloud.

These were her pleasures. Simple. Silent. Satisfying.

She had only one indulgence outside her books—Mia.

Mia was like a walking contradiction to Minji’s order. Her roommate, her best friend, and the tornado to her still water. While Minji folded her laundry the second it dried, Mia’s half of the room looked like her closet had exploded in protest. She sang in the shower, painted her nails with glitter, and flirted with campus baristas like it was her part-time job.

“You know you’re terrifying, right?” Mia once told her, watching Minji dissect a frog in the lab with surgical precision. “Like… quietly dangerous. If you ever decided to kill someone, I’m convinced you'd get away with it.”

Minji had simply smiled, “That’s comforting. You’ll be my alibi?”

“Hell yeah. Just don’t forget to mention me in your Nobel Prize speech.”

They balanced each other. And together, they had created a kind of sanctuary—a safe, predictable world where Minji could chase her dreams in peace.

That day began like any other.

The sky outside was overcast, the air tinged with spring rain. Minji had just come back from her physiology lecture, her notes meticulously highlighted, her thoughts still running through the stages of cellular respiration. Mia, meanwhile, was trying to convince her to watch a horror movie later.

“It’s for science,” Mia insisted. “You’re studying the brain, right? Let’s observe fear responses in real time.”

“My fear response involves hitting pause and never returning,” Minji replied dryly.

“You're no fun.”

“I’m focused.”

Mia rolled her eyes and collapsed onto her bed, her phone glowing with a campus group chat message. She sat up suddenly, her expression turning from bored to buzzed.

“Yo,” she said, waving her phone, “tomorrow’s seminar? You’re not gonna believe this.”

Minji looked up from her textbook, eyebrow raised.

“Guess who’s attending in person this year? That anonymous corporate guy who donates millions to the university hospital fund. Apparently, he never shows up. But this time… he is.”

“So?” Minji asked, unfazed.

Mia leaned in, whispering like it was national gossip. “He’s hot. Like, chaebol-level, dark-suit-wearing, never-smiles hot. My cousin works in media—he said the guy owns half of Gangnam’s skyline.”

Minji blinked. “Sounds like capitalism with extra steps.”

“You’re impossible,” Mia groaned. “What if he sees you and falls madly in love? You’d make a hot power couple. Brain and billions.”

“I’m allergic to arrogance,” Minji replied, flipping a page. “Besides, those men don’t fall in love. They collect. Women. Businesses. Enemies.”

Mia grinned. “Sounds like you’ve thought about this.”

Minji shrugged. “I read psychology.”

But even as she spoke, there was something unsettled in the air.

It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t excitement. It was shift. As though something was quietly watching her carefully constructed world and beginning to move the pieces without her consent.

She didn’t know it yet, but the rules she lived by—the logic, the control, the certainty—were about to be challenged by someone who didn’t play by any rules at all.

And while she slept that night with her books stacked by her bed and dreams of a surgeon’s life in her mind, another mind, far colder and darker, had already marked her.

In a world full of chaos, Minji Park was her own kind of order.

The campus buzzed with life as the late morning sun spilled across the stone walkways of Seoul National University. Students rushed to and from their classes, their arms heavy with textbooks and their minds already drifting toward midterms. But in the middle of that whirlwind walked Minji Park—unshaken, composed, and radiant.

She didn’t just exist—she glowed.

At just twenty, Minji was already a legend on campus. A top student in the science faculty with a specialization in medical biology, she carried her dreams like armor—firm, focused, and untouched. Her professors called her brilliant, her classmates called her gifted, and some even whispered that she was too perfect to be real.

But perfection, for Minji, wasn’t a goal. It was just who she was.

Her mornings began with structure: a run around the garden complex, a strong black coffee, and thirty minutes of focused study before lectures began. Then came classes—where her hand always shot up first, her notes were the neatest, and her answers were never just right—they were sharp, elegant, complete.

But science wasn’t her only domain.

Minji painted like her brushes were extensions of her soul—her art pieces often featured in campus exhibitions. She could sing with a voice that left people still, and when she danced, there was a rhythm in her every move that mesmerized entire crowds. She wasn’t just part of the university’s e-sports team—she was their undefeated star.

She didn’t chase attention. It chased her.

And yet, despite it all, she stayed grounded. Maybe it was her small circle—like Mia, her childhood best friend, who always kept things real. Or maybe it was the deep sense of self-love Minji had carved into her identity. Confidence wasn’t a performance for her. It was her natural state.

“Park Minji, how do you even exist?” Mia groaned dramatically, tossing her bag beside Minji in the library that afternoon. “You’re literally good at everything. Give the rest of us peasants a chance.”

Minji laughed, brushing her silky black hair behind her ear. “It’s not my fault you chose to party last night instead of study.”

“Oh my god, that again?” Mia groaned. “You need to stop being so perfect, it’s hurting my ego.”

Minji smirked. “I’ll add that to my list of sins.”

The two shared a laugh, and for a moment, the world around them softened into something warm and light.

But that warmth was about to flicker.

As the day wound down, and Minji sat reviewing her notes near the glass-windowed corridor, a sudden announcement echoed through the hallway speakers:

“Attention students: A special seminar will be held tomorrow morning at the Grand Auditorium. We are honored to welcome a prestigious guest—Chairman Jinwoo Choi, CEO of Choi Group, who will be making his annual donation to the university.”

Murmurs broke out all around.

“Wait—that Jinwoo Choi?”

“The billionaire?”

“I heard he owns half of Gangnam…”

“And isn’t he like… super private? Doesn’t even give interviews?”

Minji didn’t look up from her notes. Billionaires, donors, seminars—none of it interested her. Her world was one of facts, formulas, and focus. She had no time for the theatrics of the rich and powerful.

But she had no idea...

That her world, her perfectly balanced universe, was already starting to tilt.

And tomorrow, it would begin to fall.

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, casting golden hues across the quiet corridors of the science building, when Professor Han stepped into the lab. Minji was at her workstation, carefully logging her notes from the day’s experiment—her brows furrowed, fingers smudged with graphite from sketching molecular pathways in the margin of her notebook.

She didn’t notice the professor approach until he cleared his throat.

“Minji Park,” he said, his voice holding that familiar blend of sternness and admiration. “You have a minute?”

She looked up, her expression softening. “Of course, Professor.”

He stepped closer, glancing briefly at the work she was doing before cutting to the point. “Tomorrow’s university donation seminar. You’ve heard about it?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir. They made the announcement today. Some corporate figure is visiting.”

“Not just some figure,” he corrected. “He’s the CEO of one of Korea’s largest conglomerates. He’s made it a tradition to donate generously to our university. And this year, the dean wants a student to represent us—to speak, welcome him formally, and express our gratitude.”

Minji tilted her head slightly. “Okay... and?”

Professor Han gave a faint smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “The staff has unanimously agreed. We want you to do it.”

For a second, the air seemed to shift. Minji blinked. “Me?”

“Who else?” he said plainly. “You’re confident, articulate, and far more poised than most faculty members, let alone students. You carry yourself like someone who belongs on a stage.”

Minji hesitated. It wasn’t that she was nervous—public speaking had never been her weakness. But there was a strange tension in the professor’s voice, something beneath the surface that made her pause.

Still, she nodded. “Alright. I’ll do it.”

“Good,” Professor Han said, relieved. “Be at the main hall tomorrow by ten. You’ll meet the coordinator beforehand for your cue and notes. Just... be your best self.”

She gave a short laugh. “Aren’t I always?”

He chuckled, then left just as quickly as he’d arrived.

The moment the door shut, Mia popped her head in from behind a cabinet, where she had been pretending to organize samples. “You’re gonna anchor the seminar?”

Minji rolled her eyes. “You heard everything, didn’t you?”

“I breathed everything,” Mia grinned, tossing a lab coat aside and walking over. “Girl, you’re going to be on stage, welcoming the hottest, richest, most mysterious man in Korea. Do you even realize what that means?”

“I’m thanking a donor, not dating him.”

“Details, details,” Mia waved her hand. “Mark my words, you’re going to charm the hell out of that man. You don’t even try and people fall in love with you.”

Minji laughed. “Mia, stop.”

“No, you stop—stop pretending this isn’t a huge deal. The CEO of the Choi Group is practically royalty. He never does public appearances, but somehow he always shows up here once a year. You’re going to be the first student to greet him.”

Minji grabbed her bag. “Well, in that case, I better look the part.”

Mia followed close behind. “Ooooh, what are we thinking? A power suit? Red lipstick? That deadly smirk you save for game nights?”

“Maybe I’ll just wear my lab coat and remind him how smart girls run the world.”

They both burst out laughing as they stepped into the evening air.

Later that night, after an intense round of karaoke (where Minji predictably crushed both vocals and high-energy dance routines), the girls sat beneath the neon lights of a tiny street food stall, sipping warm broth and teasing each other over song choices.

But even as Minji laughed and sang along, something in the back of her mind itched—like an invisible thread had already been tugged. The stage had been set. The lights were warming. And somewhere out there, a stranger she had never met was already stepping into her story.

Tomorrow, everything would begin to change.

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