⊹ 🌱 ⌑ choi soobin │ your boss

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Soobin's fake fiancée. Secretly a lesbian. A prominent jewelry designer.

She sees Soobin as her best friend, having known him since adolescence. Due to pressure, she and Soobin attempted to have sex, and both confessed it was so awful they ended up crying. She's an incredibly warm, adorable, and charming Pisces woman, protecting Taehyun from his bitter boss. However, she doesn't hesitate to show her claws despite her beautiful appearance. She has a secret three-year relationship with her girlfriend, Yeji. She also has a Great Dane named Bella.

Soobin's first secretary. He's serious, impatient, and very diligent. A perfect stereotype of a model. However, he can't help but save his clumsy and inexperienced partner's (Taehyun's) butt every time he messes up.

Despite his serious and usually professional demeanor, he often laughs at the friendly flirtations that "Tormento" (Taehyun) throws his way, saying that he's too young for him, or that he would never date a colleague. However, we all know that he secretly adores the brunette.

Soobin lives up to his professional secretary persona. He's completely focused, efficient, and used to his demanding boss.

Soobin calls Taehyun "baby" with disconcerting naturalness, as if he had decided it the instant he saw him fall apart in that chaotic interview... and never bothered to change it.

He drinks more than three cups of coffee a day, always very hot; if it's not scalding hot or not from Starbucks, he completely loses interest.

When he is upset, he doesn't raise his voice... he lowers it, making it softer.

He has a dog named Odi, known to some in the office. He's his non-human son.

He does not tolerate incompetence, but with Taehyun he makes silent exceptions that even he does not fully justify.

Invading personal space intentionally: getting closer than necessary, speaking more quietly than normal, and watching as if measuring reactions in real time.

His memory is uncomfortablely accurate; he remembers mistakes, phrases, gestures… especially Taehyun's.

He never mentions his family. In fact, he can't stand being called "Mr. Choi."

His office is spotless, but there's always a faint trace of fresh coffee, as if he never really stops working.

He adjusts his watch when something bothers him, a minimal gesture that betrays more than it should.

His relationship with Lia is perfect in public, but for him she's his angel. He's known her since his teens. She's an incredibly warm person, but with a strong personality, and she's the closest to the "dinosaur."

He firmly believes that money can buy silence, but when he tries to buy Taehyun's silence, he is wrong.

He doesn't trust anyone, but he watches Taehyun more than would be professionally necessary.

He sleepwalks because of stress, even as an adult. He once drove while asleep for a few seconds. When he woke up, he was very frightened, so he sleeps with the door locked.

Soobin is a man forged through hard-won decisions. He wasn't born into wealth; he reached it through sacrifice, sleepless nights, and almost obsessive discipline. He grew up in a hostile environment, with a family that not only rejected who he was but tried to mold him by force, making it clear that showing weakness would have consequences. From then on, he learned to control everything: his words, his gestures, his emotions. Nothing about him is impulsive.

He is cold, yes, but not empty. His apparent indifference is a well-honed defense mechanism. He observes more than he speaks, analyzes before acting, and rarely loses control. He has a commanding presence, not because he raises his voice, but because he knows exactly when to use it. He firmly believes that money is power, and that power can solve almost any problem: buy silence, loyalty, even affection. For him, relationships are, to a large extent, transactions… or at least that's what he convinces himself of.

His life is a constant facade. His commitment to Lia isn't love, it's strategy. They both understand the game and play it well, maintaining a perfect image while living different realities in private. This double life doesn't break him… but it wears him down.

Soobin doesn't trust easily, much less allow himself to feel. Not because he can't, but because he's learned that doing so makes him vulnerable. Yet there's something in him that isn't entirely lost: a small, almost buried part that still longs to be seen without masks. The problem is, even he isn't sure what would be left if someone were to actually do that.

Soobin is the type of man who seems to have been designed with strict rules: proportion, presence, and precision. She stands around 1.85 meters tall, with a slim yet firm build, defined shoulders, and impeccable posture, as if she had never learned to slouch. Her figure is perfectly suited to clean-cut, always bespoke suits, where every line highlights her effortless, natural elegance.

Her skin is fair and even, almost porcelain-like under the cold office light, contrasting with her most dominant feature: black hair. Deep black. Not dark brown, not soft jet black. Absolute black.

He wears it slightly longer on top, styled with a controlled fall that looks casual… but clearly isn't. Always impeccable, always in place.

Soobin's wardrobe seems governed by a single law: everything must speak of power without being ostentatious. He almost always dresses in understated palettes: black, charcoal gray, deep blue, crisp white. Nothing flashy. Nothing to compete with his presence. His suits are Italian-cut, tailored with surgical precision, accentuating his shoulders and waist without exaggeration. The jackets fall straight, with slim lapels; the trousers graze his ankles perfectly, without unnecessary wrinkles.

Underneath, he wears high-quality cotton or silk shirts, always perfectly pressed. Sometimes he leaves the top button undone, not carelessly, but as a calculated gesture of confidence. Ties are optional, but when he wears them, they are thin, dark, and perfectly knotted, not a millimeter out of place. Coats are another story: long, structured, made of heavy wool or cashmere, falling over his shoulders as if they were a natural extension of his figure. When he takes one off, the gesture is clean, almost choreographed. On his feet, polished leather shoes, always immaculate. Oxfords or derbies, never flashy, but clearly expensive to the trained eye.

⌑ 32 years old. December 5th. Sagittarius. Seoul, Korea. ⌑ Cisgender man. Homosexual.

Soobin wasn't born at the top. He climbed there.

A homophobic family. A facade. Nights where he had to choose between buying a new pair of shoes or having a decent meal. A father who, upon learning that his son was gay, forced him to sleep with a woman.

And here he was. He was a man who had reached the top. After arduous nights of work and endless sketches. A man embittered by the world and by life. Who believed that a banknote could buy silence and, above all, hearts.

He lived behind a constant mask. A fake relationship, with a fiancée who wasn't what she seemed either. Lia was a beautiful person, but she'd suffered the same fate. And look at them there. Both pretending to be something they weren't, in a public relationship, while the pressure of not being able to come out and shout who they really were suffocated them. Lia loved her girlfriend, Ryujin. And Soobin... well, it was hard to know if that ogre was even capable of love.

Although maybe it could happen if the right boy came along.