Min Ho Park had always dreamed of working at a place like this—a high-rise office with sleek glass walls, cutting-edge technology, and a reputation for innovation. But now that he was finally here, standing in the lobby of Lee Tech Solutions, a company worth billions, he felt anything but at ease. He adjusted his tie nervously, checking his reflection in the polished surface of the elevator door. The crisp suit he had bought on his meager salary didn't quite match the grandeur of the office, but he had made sure to look professional. After all, he had come a long way from his humble beginnings.
"First day jitters," he muttered to himself, straightening his shoulders as the elevator door opened, revealing the office floor.
The building buzzed with activity, employees rushing around, papers in hand, their voices blending into the hum of productivity. It was a stark contrast to his quiet apartment, a place he had worked so hard to leave behind. Today marked the beginning of his new life—he could feel it.
But there was one thing Min Ho didn't expect: the instant electricity between himself and his new boss, Chanyeol Lee.
Chanyeol was everything Min Ho wasn't—wealthy, powerful, and impossibly handsome. He was the CEO of the company, and from the moment Min Ho stepped into his office to introduce himself, Chanyeol's presence had been overwhelming. Chanyeol's sharp suit, his confident demeanor, the quiet authority with which he commanded the room—it all made Min Ho feel small in comparison. Yet, there was something about him that Min Ho couldn't place. Warmth beneath the ice, perhaps?
"Mr. Park," Chanyeol had greeted him with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'm Chanyeol Lee. Welcome aboard."
The handshake they exchanged was firm, professional, yet something lingered. As Chanyeol's hand brushed against his, Min Ho felt a small jolt—something electric, like a spark in the air.
It's just nerves, Min Ho had told himself. But that spark wouldn't go away.
As the day wore on, Min Ho couldn't help but notice how Chanyeol carried himself. He was always poised, always composed, and always in control of the room. But when Chanyeol glanced over at him during meetings, Min Ho could feel his gaze linger just a little longer than necessary. There was a quiet intensity to Chanyeol's attention, and it made Min Ho's heart race every time their eyes met. He quickly looked away, afraid Chanyeol might notice the flush creeping up his neck.
By late afternoon, the office was nearly empty. Most of the employees had gone home, and Min Ho found himself finishing up the last few details for Chanyeol's schedule. His boss had left for a meeting, but Min Ho knew that the final task was his responsibility. He stood by the window, looking out at the glowing city below, when he heard footsteps approaching.
"Mr. Park, still here?" Chanyeol's voice was low, smooth, almost too soft for a man with so much power. It sent a shiver down Min Ho's spine. He turned around to find Chanyeol standing in the doorway, his tall figure casting a shadow over the room.
"Just finishing up, sir," Min Ho replied, his voice more nervous than he intended.
Chanyeol smiled, stepping inside. "I've been meaning to talk to you. How's the first day going?" His gaze lingered on Min Ho for a moment longer than necessary, and Min Ho's pulse quickened.
"It's… it's great, sir. Really exciting."
Chanyeol nodded, walking closer. "I'm glad to hear that. You're doing well. You've made a good impression already." His voice softened, but the compliment held a weight that made Min Ho feel strangely self-conscious.
"Thank you, sir. I'll make sure to keep up the good work."
There was a brief silence between them, one that felt heavier with each passing second. Chanyeol's eyes seemed to search Min Ho's face, studying him, and Min Ho suddenly felt very aware of the distance between them. Too close. Yet not close enough.
"Good," Chanyeol said finally, his voice carrying that authoritative edge again. "I'm sure you'll fit in well here. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
Min Ho nodded, feeling a bit too overwhelmed to speak. But just as Chanyeol turned to leave, something unexpected happened. Their hands brushed again. This time, the contact wasn't accidental. Chanyeol's fingers brushed against Min Ho's wrist as he reached for a stack of papers on the desk. It was brief, just a moment, but it was enough to make Min Ho's heart skip a beat.
Chanyeol didn't pull away. He didn't acknowledge the contact, but Min Ho could feel the tension in the air. It was a strange, delicate moment—a fleeting connection that left Min Ho wondering if he had imagined it. Chanyeol's expression remained unreadable as he stepped back, his eyes locking with Min Ho's for just a split second before he turned to leave.
Min Ho was left standing there, frozen in place. His thoughts were a whirlwind. Did that really just happen?
It wasn't just the accidental touch—no, it was the way Chanyeol had looked at him. The weight of that look had made Min Ho's chest tighten, and he was sure he wasn't imagining the intensity behind Chanyeol's gaze. There was something unspoken between them, something that both frightened and excited Min Ho at the same time.
But he pushed the thought aside, focusing on his work as the evening grew darker outside. No way, he thought, shaking his head. He's my boss. He's… unattainable.
Yet, even as he tried to convince himself that there was nothing between them, the memory of that brief touch stayed with him. The spark had been real, and for the first time in his life, Min Ho wondered if maybe — just maybe — there something more was waiting for him in this big, intimidating world.