Episode 1 – Four Paths, One Destiny

The courtroom was chaos—lawyers throwing words like daggers, witnesses sweating under the heat of truth, and restless reporters scribbling in their notepads.

At the center sat Han Ji Ah, her dark robe draped perfectly, her gaze as sharp as a blade. She banged her gavel once, and the noise died instantly.

“Order,” she said, her voice calm but lethal. “The verdict is clear. Guilty.”

Gasps filled the room. The defendant broke into a panicked cry, but Ji Ah’s face remained unreadable.

“Court is adjourned.”

She stacked her papers neatly, rose to her feet, and swept out of the courtroom without a single glance back.

Outside, the spring sun brushed her face. She tilted her head slightly, muttering under her breath,

“Finally. I need a break before I lose my mind.”

Her phone buzzed.

She sighed before answering.

“Ji Won?”

The reply was a scream.

“UNNIE! My dress! He destroyed my dress! Do you know how much it cost?!”

Ji Ah pinched her nose. “What did you do this time?”

“I did NOTHING! Some idiot spilled coffee all over me, and now the photographer says I should wear a backup outfit. A BACKUP? For Han Ji Won?!”

Ji Ah rolled her eyes. “You’re not dying. Just wear something else.”

“Are you serious?!” Ji Won shrieked. “This is a magazine cover! People don’t forget first impressions, unnie. You’re the smart one, how do you not know this?!”

“Because I’m too busy dealing with criminals, not clothes,” Ji Ah muttered. “I’ll call you later.”

“You better! Or I swear I’ll—”

Ji Ah hung up before her sister’s fiery rant could break her eardrum.

Meanwhile, in the vast sky above Seoul, a plane sliced through the clouds.

Inside the cockpit, Lee Tae Hyun tightened his grip on the controls. His reflection in the glass revealed a boyish excitement hidden behind the uniform. For the first time, he was flying solo.

The radio crackled.

“Captain Lee, how’s the view?”

Tae Hyun grinned, his voice steady but laced with awe.

“Beautiful. The clouds look like cotton candy. I almost forgot I’m working.”

A chuckle came through the radio.

“Don’t get distracted. You’re not here to eat clouds.”

“Copy that,” Tae Hyun laughed, eyes fixed on the endless blue. “But still… this is freedom.”

In a towering glass building downtown, Jung Hyun Woo paced like a storm in a suit.

“This design is flawed,” he said coldly, tossing a prototype back at his trembling team. “Redo it. Perfection doesn’t take shortcuts.”

“B-but sir—”

Hyun Woo cut him off. “Do you think customers will forgive mistakes just because you’re tired? Fix it. Tonight.”

No one dared to argue. His reputation wasn’t just ruthless—it was legendary. Hyun Woo lived for work, for building his empire higher, sharper, stronger.

Hours later, when his office finally emptied, silence filled the skyscraper. He loosened his tie, checking his phone.

Mother’s birthday tomorrow.

For once, a trace of softness touched his face. He stepped into his car with a small velvet box in mind. Not for a lover—he didn’t have one. Not for himself.

For his mother.

He entered a luxury boutique, the golden lights glinting against rows of pendants and rings.

At the same time, Han Ji Ah walked into the very same boutique, tugging her hair loose from its tight bun. No robe, no gavel, no courtroom weight on her shoulders. Just a woman looking for dresses, for once in her life.

She muttered to herself as she eyed the racks.

“Ji Won is going to kill me if I show up in jeans again… I should just pick the least ridiculous one.”

A saleswoman approached.

“May I help you, miss?”

Ji Ah gave her a polite smile. “Something simple. Comfortable. Not… whatever that glittering disaster is.”

The saleswoman blinked, unsure if Ji Ah was joking.

As Ji Ah moved toward the counter, she froze.

A tall man in a charcoal-gray suit stood at the glass display, examining a pendant. His posture screamed authority, his profile sharp under the boutique’s golden light.

At that exact moment, he turned.

Their eyes met.

Ji Ah blinked, calm and composed. She inclined her head slightly, like a quiet acknowledgment.

Hyun Woo’s gaze lingered, studying her—not the dress she held, not her tired expression, but her quiet presence. She didn’t fidget, didn’t smile politely. She simply existed as if the noise of the world could never touch her.

The saleswoman returned, breaking the silence.

“Sir, should I prepare the pendant for wrapping?”

Hyun Woo didn’t look away from Ji Ah.

“Yes.” His voice was low, commanding.

Ji Ah turned her attention back to the dress in her hand, but a tiny spark of curiosity tugged at her lips.

A strange flicker stirred in his chest.

The shop fell silent again. No words spoken between them, no introductions. Just a pendant in his hand, a dress in hers, and an unshakable sense that fate had just taken its first step.

Episode 2 – Collisions Begin

The clinking of champagne glasses filled the grand ballroom. Chandeliers glimmered overhead, dresses swirled like petals, and camera flashes sparked at every corner.

Han Ji Ah stood at the entrance, in a simple navy dress she’d grudgingly bought the day before. She adjusted her glasses, muttering under her breath.

“Ji Won owes me for dragging me here.”

Beside her, Han Ji Won dazzled in a crimson gown, every movement calculated for attention. Reporters swarmed around her like moths to fire.

“Ji Ah! Smile a little!” Ji Won hissed through her smile.

Ji Ah deadpanned. “I’m smiling on the inside.”

“Ugh, you’re hopeless.” Ji Won twirled away, eating the spotlight whole.

Ji Ah exhaled, heading for the refreshment table. She poured herself water, grateful for the temporary solitude until a familiar presence brushed the air.

Jung Hyun Woo.

He stood across the room, effortlessly commanding attention even without trying. His suit fit him like a second skin, his expression unreadable, cold as polished steel.

Their eyes locked.

Ji Ah’s grip tightened around her glass. The man from the boutique.

Hyun Woo tilted his head slightly, recognition flashing in his gaze. This time, he didn’t look away. He crossed the floor with purposeful strides.

“Miss…” His voice was low, steady.

“Han. Ji Ah,” she supplied, meeting his gaze evenly.

He gave the faintest nod. “Hyun Woo. Jung Hyun Woo.”

“I know.” Ji Ah sipped her water. “Your name’s everywhere.”

“And yet I don’t know yours.” His lips curved almost a smile. “Now I do.”

Ji Ah arched a brow. “Was there a reason you came over, or do you make small talk with strangers often?”

His smirk sharpened. “I don’t do small talk.”

For the first time in a long time, Ji Ah felt a flicker, annoyance or intrigue, she couldn’t tell.

Meanwhile, thirty thousand feet above ground

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking…”

Lee Tae Hyun’s voice carried warmth through the intercom as the plane cruised smoothly. His grin was hidden, but his excitement glowed in every word.

In the first-class cabin, Han Ji Won flipped through a fashion magazine, irritated. A steward had just spilled sparkling water on her sleeve. She snapped her fingers at him, glaring.

“Do you people not understand the concept of perfection?”

A low chuckle came from the intercom.

“Passengers, I must apologize on behalf of my crew. Some turbulence earlier… though personally, I think fashion queens can survive a splash of water.”

Ji Won’s eyes widened.

“Did.. did the pilot just shade me?” she hissed.

The steward flushed, whispering, “Captain Lee… he has a habit of joking.”

Ji Won leaned back, fuming. “We’ll see about that when I land.”

Minutes later, as the passengers disembarked, Ji Won marched to the cockpit door, heels clicking like gunshots. The door opened, revealing Lee Tae Hyun, young, sharp-eyed, his uniform impossibly neat.

He flashed her a boyish grin.

“Hope you enjoyed the flight, Miss Han.”

Ji Won folded her arms. “You humiliated me in front of the entire cabin.”

“Correction.” Tae Hyun leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “I teased you. There’s a difference.”

Ji Won’s jaw dropped. “You !”

His grin widened. “Relax. You looked… beautiful, even with the water.”

Her fury faltered for a split second. “…You’re lucky I don’t sue you.”

“Or thank me,” Tae Hyun said smoothly, before saluting playfully. “Until next flight.”

Ji Won stormed off, her heart beating faster than she cared to admit.

Back at their apartment, Ji Ah was sprawled on the couch with a case file, glasses perched on her nose. Ji Won barged in, tossing her clutch dramatically.

“You will NOT believe the nerve of my pilot today!”

Ji Ah didn’t look up. “Your pilot? What, did he crash the plane?”

“Worse! He teased me!” Ji Won flopped down beside her.

Ji Ah snorted. “Sounds like you found your match.”

Ji Won glared. “Not funny.”

Ji Ah’s phone buzzed. She frowned, unlocking it.

An email. Invitation: Legal Symposium, sponsored by Jung Corporation. Keynote Speaker: Jung Hyun Woo.

Ji Ah’s eyes lingered on the name. Fate was pulling strings.

At the same time, Ji Won’s phone rang. Her manager’s excited voice screamed through.

“Ji Won! Your next overseas shoot is confirmed. Guess who’s the captain on your flight? Lee Tae Hyun.”

The sisters exchanged glances.

Ji Ah exhaled slowly.

Ji Won sat up, wide-eyed.

Both spoke at the same time.

“What are the chances…?”

The camera panned out, two sisters on the same couch, four paths already crossing in ways neither could ignore.

Episode 3 – Threads of Fate

The auditorium buzzed with murmurs, camera shutters, and the faint shuffle of papers.

Han Ji Ah sat in the second row, her posture straight, pen poised against her notebook. She wasn’t here for fame or networking—she was here for knowledge.

On stage stood Jung Hyun Woo.

The spotlight wrapped around him as if it belonged there. He spoke with measured clarity, every word sharp as a blade.

“In both business and law, shortcuts lead to destruction. We don’t build legacies on sand we build them on stone.”

Applause rippled through the hall. Ji Ah’s eyes narrowed, following his calm confidence. His tone wasn’t boastful.. it was absolute.

And then, without warning, his gaze lifted.

Straight to hers.

The hall, filled with hundreds, seemed to shrink. His words didn’t falter, but his eyes lingered a second longer than necessary. Ji Ah’s pen froze mid-stroke.

When the speech ended, she moved quickly, slipping her notebook into her bag. Time to go before anyone bothers me.

But fate was impatient.

As she exited into the lobby, a sharp voice stopped her.

“Leaving so soon?”

Ji Ah turned. Hyun Woo stood there, tie loosened now, his presence even heavier offstage.

“I don’t stay for cocktail chatter,” she replied simply.

His lips curved faintly. “Then you’re different from most.”

“I hear that often,” she said, adjusting her bag strap.

“Different isn’t bad,” he murmured.

A silence stretched brief but loaded. Ji Ah inclined her head politely, stepping past him. Hyun Woo watched her go, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

Meanwhile, thirty thousand feet above sea level

Han Ji Won crossed her legs in first class, sunglasses on, magazine open. Determined this time: ignore the pilot.

The intercom crackled.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re entering a patch of light turbulence. Please fasten your seatbelts.”

Ji Won gripped her armrest, knuckles whitening. She would never admit it aloud, but turbulence terrified her.

Then came his voice again.

steady, calm, almost playful.

“Don’t worry. It’s only the sky stretching its arms. Nothing to fear.”

Ji Won blinked. Against her will, her heart eased. His tone carried something no fashion magazine ever did: assurance.

When the flight landed safely, she walked briskly out, pretending not to glance toward the cockpit. Yet, as she reached the exit, movement caught her eye.

Lee Tae Hyun was outside, not in uniform now, helping an elderly passenger with heavy luggage. His boyish grin flashed as he bowed respectfully.

Ji Won paused, hidden in the crowd, watching.

For the first time, she didn’t roll her eyes. She just… wondered.

In their shared apartment, Ji Ah was buried in case files, glasses perched low. Ji Won sprawled across the couch, groaning.

“My back is broken. Do you know how many poses I had to do today?!”

“Tragic,” Ji Ah murmured, eyes never leaving the paper.

“I’m serious! The photographer was a tyrant.” Ji Won flipped over dramatically. “Do you even care about your sister’s suffering?”

Ji Ah sighed, finally lowering her glasses. “You’re alive. I care enough.”

Silence fell for a moment. Both sisters stared at the ceiling, yet their thoughts weren’t on work anymore.

Ji Ah’s mind replayed the way Hyun Woo’s eyes held hers.

Ji Won’s ears echoed with Tae Hyun’s steady voice.

Neither said a word. But both hearts stirred quietly.

Fate’s hand moved again.

Ji Ah’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen:

Appointment confirmed: Legal Advisor for Jung Corporation’s upcoming project.

At the same time, Ji Won’s manager sent a voice note, giddy with excitement.

“Ji Won! Next month’s international shoot is locked in. And guess what? Your assigned flight captain is Lee Tae Hyun again!”

The sisters looked at their phones, then at each other.

Ji Won groaned. “This feels cursed.”

Ji Ah muttered, “Or scripted.”

They shared a long, knowing look.

Some bonds are chosen.

Others… are written in the sky.