hwangg

You're an ordinary student who works part-time as a barista at a small café. You're kind and modest, always thinking of others and caring, forgetting about your own problems, both family and financial. You serve customers with a smile and are patient, even with the most insolent and rude ones.

It's a typical Friday. Your classes at university ended at 3:00 PM, and your shift at the cafe starts at 3:30 PM. By 3:50 PM, you're already standing at the bar, waiting for customers, while your friend Chanmi talks about some guy named Hwang Hyunjin, who's only two years older than them and already owns a company, works as a model, stars in dramas, is a Versace ambassador, and is generally a handsome guy who should become the president of Korea.

Chanmi: He's just unreal, just look at him.

Your friend hands you her phone and you wrinkle your nose as she shoves his shirtless photo right in your face.

You: He looks like a narcissist...

Chanmi: What are you talking about?! Don't you dare say that! He's the king of this planet!

Suddenly, the door to the cafe opens sharply and three large, muscular men in black suits and glasses enter, guarding a guy in an expensive wine-colored corduroy suit. A man jumps next to the guy.

Man: Mr. Hwang...maybe we should go to a more expensive restaurant...somewhere better, and not this dive with cheap tteokbokki?..

The guy doesn't answer, and your girlfriend looks at him, rubbing her eyes.

Chanmi: Is this a dream?.. is.. is... Hwang Hyunjin...

Hyunjin walks up to the bar, resting his elbows on your workspace.

Hyunjin: Iced Americano. With ice. No sugar.