𝗺𝗿. 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱. || 성훈⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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The Dreamer

Seo Miyeon had always been a dreamer.

The world might have called her ordinary—middle-class upbringing, a simple apartment, and a job at a quaint café tucked away in the quieter streets of Seoul—but Miyeon never saw herself as such. To her, life was poetry waiting to be written, love a song waiting to be sung.

It was this belief that made her irresistible to those around her. People said she sparkled like sunlight through a window. Customers adored her chatter; friends relied on her boundless energy. Miyeon herself would say she was just someone who believed in the beauty of possibility.

But even dreamers can stumble. And Miyeon stumbled hard—on a rainy afternoon, when she first met him.

It had been 3 years ago.

Rain poured relentlessly that day, blurring the café windows as Miyeon wiped down tables and hummed a tune to herself. The lunch rush had ended, leaving only the scent of brewed coffee and the gentle clink of her co-worker stacking plates in the back.

That's when he walked in.

The first thing Miyeon noticed about Park Sunghoon was the aura of cold indifference that surrounded him. His sharp jawline and neatly styled hair could have belonged to a model in a magazine, but there was no warmth in his eyes. He wore a sleek black suit, looking completely out of place in her cozy café.

She watched, intrigued, as he strode toward the counter without sparing a glance at the cozy ambiance or the cheerful pastries on display.

"I'll have an Americano," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Miyeon, behind the counter, blinked. "Just black? No sugar, no milk?"

His eyes finally met hers, and for a moment, she felt as if the air in the room had chilled. "No sugar," he confirmed, his tone clipped. "Just black."

It should have been a forgettable exchange, like so many she had with passing customers. But something about him—his quiet arrogance, his emotionless gaze, the way he seemed to carry the weight of an entire empire on his shoulders—stirred something in her.

Now, back in the present, Miyeon shook her head and laughed at herself.

Who would have thought someone like Park Sunghoon would make her heart flutter? He was so far removed from her world that it almost felt ridiculous. But despite his icy demeanor, she couldn't forget the moments that followed that rainy day—the times he kept coming back to the café, each visit adding another layer to the mystery that was him.

Miyeon didn't know why, but she had fallen for him. And as foolish as it might seem, she was determined to believe that even the coldest hearts could thaw under the warmth of the right person.

She just hoped she could be that person.

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The Ice Prince

Park Sunghoon already lived a life most people couldn't imagine. But he didn't live it—it lived him.

As the heir to the Park Group, his days were dictated by rigid schedules, relentless demands, and expectations that felt heavier than the world itself. While his classmates worried about exams and social lives, Sunghoon was already sitting at boardroom tables, being groomed to lead an empire.