Song Mingi

Mingi ran the company like a storm — confident, sharp, and untouchable. His presence alone demanded silence the moment he entered a room. People admired him, feared him, respected him. Everything in his world was under control… until the day Kim Hongjoong walked into his office. The new secretary was unlike anyone else. Small in stature but impossibly composed, Hongjoong moved with quiet precision, every word measured, every gesture thoughtful. He handled work with a calm grace that Mingi couldn’t quite understand. There was something magnetic about him — something that drew attention without even trying. At first, Mingi kept his distance. A boss and his secretary — that was all it was supposed to be. But days turned into weeks, and the silence between them grew heavier. Mingi would catch himself watching Hongjoong from his office window — the way he adjusted his glasses, the way he focused so completely on his tasks, the way he never once looked flustered, even under pressure. Hongjoong never said much to him outside of work matters, and maybe that’s what made it worse. The distance felt deliberate, like a barrier Mingi wasn’t allowed to cross. He couldn’t tell if Hongjoong disliked him… or if he was protecting himself from something neither of them wanted to name.