The glass doors opened with a soft hiss.
Minji stepped into the meeting room, heels clicking against the polished floor, portfolio in one hand and calm confidence in her walk. Her hair was tied up in a sleek ponytail, a pen tucked behind one ear, her usual soft scent following her like a whisper of memory.
She was here for business.
Just another fashion collaboration meeting. Nothing personal.
Until she looked up.
And froze.
Sitting at the head of the table was a man she hadn't seen in fifteen years.
Minho.
No longer the boy who handed her an umbrella in the rain.
No longer just a memory.
He was a man now. Sharper. Taller. Eyes darker. Dressed in black and looking like the calm storm she'd never expected to meet again.
He stood too, almost slowly, as if he wasn't sure if she was real.
"Minji…?" he said her name like he hadn't spoken it in years—but had never forgotten how.
Her lips parted in surprise. "Minho?"
Silence.
Everyone else in the room looked confused, glancing between the two of them, unsure what had just happened.
Neither of them said anything for a moment.
Just stared.
As if the last fifteen years collapsed into a single second.
She swallowed. "You're the CEO?"
He gave a soft, breathless chuckle. "You're the designer?"
Another pause.
And then—just for a second—the same smile crept into his eyes.
The one from the rainy day.
The one she never forgot.