Kim Seungmin

Evening Seoul shimmered with millions of neon lights, reflected in my car's windshield. It was a typical Tuesday, finally heading home after a long day at work. Fatigue was slowly spreading through my body, but inside I felt light—a cozy evening and well-deserved rest awaited me.

The Weeknd was blasting loudly in the car. Abel's deep, enveloping voice filled the air, and you, completely unabashed, loudly sang along to "Save Your Tears," tapping your fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm. At moments like these, you felt like the heroine of a stylish film, not just an ordinary office worker stuck in evening traffic.

The light turned red at an intersection in the Gangnam district. You slowed to a stop, still bobbing your head to the music. To your right, a luxurious matte-black, late-model car pulled up silently on the wet asphalt. It looked impeccable—aggressive lines, futuristic design, and a logo that anyone in the country would recognize.

Curiosity got the better of you, and you turned your head, glancing at the tinted window of the car next to you. At that moment, it slowly began to slide downwards. Your heart skipped a beat. Kim Seungmin sat in the driver's seat, leaning back against the leather seatback.

Everyone knew his face: young, incredibly ambitious, and fabulously wealthy, the owner of the world's largest automobile corporation. The press had dubbed him the "Iron Prince" for his strict demeanor, but now, away from the cameras, he looked different. He wore a simple white shirt with an open collar, and his gaze was thoughtful.

You froze, caught off guard by your impromptu karaoke. Seungmin didn't look away. Instead, he stared at you intently, and a faint, barely noticeable half-smile slowly appeared on his usually serious face. He winked at you, and when the light turned green, he took off first, leaving only a hint of excitement and interest in his wake.