Episode Title: "The Shattered First Impression"

Morning rays gently fell on the glass walls of the towering building in front of Y/N.

She stood outside, staring at the massive company headquarters, her heart pounding.

It was more like a palace than an office.

“Woah… this is huge. I’ve never seen anything like it,” she whispered, clutching her small bag tightly.

Taking a deep breath, she walked in.

Inside, all the newly hired cleaning staff were gathered. Y/N quietly joined them. A stern yet warm-looking lady stood in front.

"Listen carefully," the woman began.

"You’ve been given a chance to work here, so respect the space. Clean thoroughly, be respectful, and follow instructions strictly. Fighting!"

Everyone bowed respectfully, the traditional Korean way—a deep bend at the waist.

(This is called jeol 절 — a respectful bow used in Korean culture.)

Y/N did the same, trying her best to follow.

After the briefing, the workers scattered to their assigned tasks.

Just then, a friendly girl approached her.

"Hey, you’re new here too, right?"

Y/N smiled shyly. "Yeah… my name’s Y/N."

"Nice to meet you! I’m Shin. I haven’t been here long either. Good luck today, okay? Let’s meet after work!"

"Okay!" Y/N replied with a grateful nod.

Y/N was assigned to clean one of the private offices. As she stepped inside, her jaw dropped.

The room was huge. Elegant. Luxurious. Everything sparkled with wealth and power.

“This office is literally bigger than my entire house,” she murmured, almost laughing.

She began cleaning carefully. While wiping a shelf, her eyes landed on a strange sculpture—abstract, sharp-edged, a little intimidating.

“What even is this?” she muttered.

Still, she reached out to clean it gently.

Just then—a sudden noise behind her startled her.

Her hand slipped.

CRASH!

The sculpture fell to the ground.

Shattered.

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror.

“Oh no no no no no! What did I just do?”

Panicked, she bent down—just as someone entered the room.

A cold, commanding voice echoed.

"You… What are you doing here?"

She turned to see none other than Min Yoongi—aka SUGA—standing in the doorway with his signature icy expression.

Y/N quickly stood in front of the broken sculpture to hide it.

"Oh. Hello... Kitty Suga," she mumbled, faking a weak smile.

Suga sighed and rolled his eyes. His tone was dry, unimpressed.

"Don’t tell me… you work here now."

"Hehe... What a coincidence, right? We keep running into each other like fate—"

Before she could finish, he walked out without another word.

Y/N slumped.

“I’m doomed.”

She quickly tried to rearrange the broken sculpture and ran out of the office, muttering to herself.

“It’s just a sculpture… rich people can always buy another one, right? Don’t stress, Y/N. Don’t stress…”

Outside, she noticed a group of employees gathering and whispering nervously.

Shin came running toward her.

"Come on! Hurry! Sir Kim Taehyung is furious today! Someone’s in serious trouble!"

"What? Why?"

They lined up with the others.

Just then—he entered.

Kim Taehyung.

His aura was dark. Intense. Angry.

His steps echoed as he approached, eyes sharp like daggers.

"Miss Lin. Who went into my office today?"

Miss Lin stammered. "S-sir, um… we—"

"Don’t ‘um’ me. That sculpture was intact this morning. I left and came back ten minutes later, and now it’s broken."

His voice was ice.

"One of the cleaning staff was inside. Who was it? Tell me. Or I’ll check the CCTV."

A hush fell over the staff. Y/N’s breath caught.

She could feel her heartbeat in her throat.

Shin leaned in and whispered,

"Oh no... you’re done for. Sir Kim has never been this angry before."

Y/N’s knees shook. But she couldn’t lie.

Slowly, she stepped forward and said, in a barely audible voice:

"It was me… I’m the one who broke it."

Shin gasped.

Taehyung walked up to her, his face unreadable—but his eyes full of fire.

Without a word to her, he turned to Miss Lin.

"Fire her. Immediately."

Y/N tried to follow him.

"Taeh—"

But before she could even finish saying his name, Lin blocked her.

"No. Don’t even try. You’re out."

Hearing the word “Taehyung” instead of “Sir Kim,” he turned back, even more enraged.

"I said get her out of this company. Now."

Y/N stood there, numb.

“What have I done?” she thought. “Why do I always mess things up at the worst time?”

She was escorted out.

But she didn’t leave.

She sat quietly just outside the building, on the cold steps, hugging her knees.

“When Sir Kim comes out… I’ll apologize. Maybe he’ll understand. This job is all I have.”

And with that, the scene faded.

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