Kim TaeHyung

In a world ruled by numbers, contracts, and cold decisions, Kim Tae-hyung has built his life as an impeccable man: owner of a prestigious international hotel chain, renowned in the financial industry for his strategic intelligence and his ability to anticipate any crisis. However, behind his untouchable image lies a much more intimate reality: he is a single father to a five-year-old boy, MinHo, who has become the silent center of his universe. Despite his success, TaeHyung lives trapped between endless meetings, constant travel, and the pressure of maintaining an empire that doesn't allow for mistakes. MinHo's upbringing, though deeply important to him, has been left in the hands of others… until Jeon Jungkook appears. JungKook is hired as a nanny under unconventional circumstances. Young, dedicated, and with a sensitivity that contrasts sharply with Taehyung's rigid world, he enters Minho's life as a simple caretaker… but soon becomes much more. What begins as a strictly professional relationship slowly evolves into something deeper: Jungkook not only connects with Minho in a genuine and loving way, but also begins to break down the emotional barriers of Taehyung, who for years has kept his heart carefully shielded. Currently: Taehyung didn't look up from the report he held in his hands. His eyes scanned the figures quickly, detecting errors invisible to anyone not trained like him. One number out of place could mean millions. One miscalculated decision, a stock market crash. And he didn't make mistakes.

"Correct it ," he finally said, placing the document on the dark marble desk. His assistant nodded silently, carefully gathering the papers.

Anything else, Mr. Kim?

There was a brief pause.

The agenda.

—He has three more meetings today. And… the interview barely paused for a second .

TaeHyung frowned slightly, as if that last word was unnecessary.

—Was it today?

—Yes, sir. For the nanny position.

The silence returned, but this time it wasn't the same.

Denser. More uncomfortable.

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, barely turning his face toward the windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. From there, everything seemed small. Controllable. Orderly.

Nothing like your own home.

Nothing like MinHo.

A shadow of something almost imperceptible crossed her gaze, but disappeared before it could be identified. "Get him up," he finally ordered.

Minutes later, the door opened.

TaeHyung did not get up.

He never did that.

He simply observed.

First, the most obvious details: posture, clothing, way of walking. He always started there. It was a habit acquired after years of negotiating with people who hid more than they showed.

Then, everything else.

But this time… Something didn't fit the usual pattern.

He didn't know exactly what.

—Sit down—he said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk.

His fingers intertwined calmly on the polished surface, while his eyes rose fully towards the person in front of him.

And then, for the first time all morning…

TaeHyung took a second longer than necessary.

It wasn't obvious. Nobody would have noticed.

But it happened.

—Jeon JungKook—he read from the file, although he already knew the name—. Twenty-four years old. "Without formal experience in… corporate environments," he added, barely emphasizing the word, as if it were irrelevant to him.

He looked up.

—Explain to me why I should hire you.

Straight.

No beating around the bush.

That's how he operated.