Jennie Runs Company. Lisa Runs Jennie. Office romance? Check. Real marriage? Double check. Chaos, kisses, and Jennie getting replaced by her own mom as Lisa's favorite? Absolutely. Warning: includes shameless flirting, emotional whiplash, and one stubborn puppy debate. "She said, 'Let me wife you up.' Next thing I know, my lipstick's smeared and her last name's on my tongue." Relax, it's pure GXG. No anatomy plot twists.

Jennie kim is a blind woman who has grown up with the constant mistreatment and belittlement from her parents and servants. They take pleasure in laughing at her expense. However, her life takes a sudden and unexpected turn when she is welcomed into the manoban family by the most glorious son, Lisa manoban, carried in a palanquin. Despite her confusion on why Lisa would want to marry her, as it couldn't be love at first sight, she is grateful for the respect and kindness he shows her. Not only did Lisa give her respect as a human, but he also held and protected her. He would support her in time before she fell, and patiently removed small fishbones for her. He would hug her, kiss her occasionally, and never scold her. As a blind person, there is only so much you can do. So after getting married, she lets go of her restraint and thought about raising children for Lisa to repay his kindness. But Lisa refused to consummate their marriage. ... Minutes later, she was being pushed into the lotus pond as she thought: 'Forget it, he pities me and cherishes me, but it is not love'. Opening her eyes, Jennie went back three years ago. ... In her new life, during her wedding night, she accidentally touched the candles, and made a pained groaned as Lisa came out of the tub in a panic after hearing the sound. Seeing the waterfall-like long hair of her "Good Husband" and the graceful and hot body that cannot be concealed by his snow-white underwear, Jennie trembled physically and mentally, blushed and felt hot, and soon realized... • JENLISA ADAPTATION • © This is a work of adaption. Credits goes to the original author.

The night Seoul crowned its newest fashion queen was also the night two hearts broke without warning. Inside the penthouse suite of K-House, the city glittered beneath Jennie Kim's heels. her smile precise - everything about her immaculate except the tremor in her voice when she whispered, "Tell me it's not true." Lisa didn't answer. She stood by the window, shoulders soaked from the rain, eyes carrying a kind of silence that begged to be believed. "It wasn't what you think," she said finally, low and breaking. "Jennie, please-" "Don't." Jennie's voice cut through the room like a blade. "You think I'll stand here and pretend you didn't lie to me? That you didn't use me to get ahead?" Lisa's jaw clenched. "You really think so little of me." "I think exactly what you showed me." Jennie's words were cruel, but her fingers trembled as they gripped the wine glass. "You disappeared in the middle of my show, Lisa. You knew how much tonight meant. And you were with her." Lisa stepped forward. "She's a client, Jennie! I told you-" "Enough!" The glass shattered against the floor. Wine bled into the marble like spilled blood. Lisa froze. For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of rain and Jennie's ragged breathing. Then came the whisper, soft but fatal: "Leave. Tonight. I don't want to see you again." Lisa's throat closed. "You don't mean that." Jennie met her eyes - the same eyes she'd once kissed beneath studio lights, the same eyes she used to call home - and said it anyway. "I do." For a moment, neither moved. Then Lisa picked up her coat, silent tears caught in the reflection of the window, and walked toward the door. She stopped once, hand on the handle. "If I leave now," she said, "I won't come back." Jennie didn't answer. Pride was louder than love. The door closed. ⸻ Seven years later, she'll see those eyes again. And everything she buried will rise to the surface.

It was supposed to be another easy transaction. Jennie Kim didn't deal in feelings. She dealt in power, cigars, knives, and names that made people flinch. The word sugar baby wasn't something she ever thought she'd say aloud, but the truth was, she was bored. Bored of temporary lovers who faked pleasure and loyalty for a taste of her wealth. So when her assistant sent over a profile ... tall, doe-eyed, Thai ... Jennie expected another easy catch. But Lisa didn't blush. She didn't stammer. She looked at Jennie as if she'd seen something amusing. "You want to buy me?" Lisa purred, sipping wine that wasn't quite red enough for her liking. Jennie smirked, crossing one leg over the other. "Everyone has a price." "Mm." Lisa leaned closer, the candlelight catching the glint of her unusually sharp canines. "Then I suppose you're used to buying people too cheap."

One night in Bangkok. That's all it was supposed to be. Jennie Kim-ice-veined CEO of Korea's most powerful conglomerate-doesn't do reckless. She doesn't break rules, and she certainly doesn't break. But she did. For her. Lisa Manoban-charismatic, cocky, infuriatingly magnetic. A low-level developer with a smile that could start wars... and secrets that could end empires. Jennie never meant to see her again. Never meant to want more. Until Lisa walks into her boardroom. Cool. Unbothered. Dangerous. Jennie should fire her. Bury the night. Move on. But Lisa's collecting something-slowly, deliberately. Not power. Not titles. Jennie's attention. Her silence. Her control. One whispered command at midnight, one lingering look across a meeting room, and everything starts to unravel. Because Lisa isn't just anyone. And Jennie isn't used to being wanted like this. Not quietly. Not mercilessly. Not like she belongs to someone. And in the end- She might. Only question is... Who's really playing who?

"In a hospital where everything is monitored, some heartbeats still go unnoticed." At Asan Medical Center, where ambition slices sharper than scalpels and every glance is a clinical risk, a guarded cardiac attending and a rule-breaking neurosurgery resident navigate surgical rounds, hallway gossip, and their dangerously growing connection-while trying to keep everything strictly professional. At its heart is Dr. Jennie Kim-a brilliant, ice-cool cardiac attending whose surgical precision is matched only by her legendary emotional restraint. Opposite her is Dr. Lisa Manoban, a rising neurosurgery resident with swagger, sharp instincts, and a reputation for breaking rules and expectations alike. As surgical rounds, trauma cases, and late-night call shifts bring their worlds into increasingly charged proximity, the line between professional and personal begins to blur. Surrounded by nosy colleagues, complicated friendships, and rivalries wrapped in white coats, Jennie and Lisa must navigate the tension, the gossip, and the heartbeat between them-all without slipping up. Packed with banter, high-stakes medicine, unspoken glances, and hallway heat, Code Red: Hearts in Scrubs is a slow-burn love story disguised as hospital drama-intense, classy, and just a scalpel's edge away from exposure.

In the year 2245, celebrated surgeon Lisa Manoban dies mid-orbit-only to awaken in the body of a notorious nobleman in ancient Joseon. Boastful, betrothed, and very much a man. But Lisa retains her memories, her skills, and her name. When she saves a life in front of her cold, reluctant fiancée-Lady Jennie Kim-whispers begin. Of miracles. Of madness. And of a man who might not be a man at all.

When Jennie unexpectedly comes to find herself on the throne of Korea, she soon finds herself being part of an even bigger plan that was set into motion by her dead parents, when she was a child. A secret contract was made, arranging a marriage between Jennie Kim, Princess of Korea, and Lalisa Manoban, Princess of Thailand, and now the two girls have to hold up her end of the bargain or risk losing their titles and lives of luxury if they don't. - JENLISA ADAPTATION - © This story is not mine. Credits go to the brillant author "lostariels"

Jennie Kim built her life on composure. At thirty-two, she sits at the top floor of Kim Corp, the kind of woman whose silence weighs more than anyone's speech. Luxury, precision, restraint - she made an empire out of things that never slip. People say Jennie doesn't fall in love. What they don't know is she learned to keep it quiet long before she learned to keep it together. Across the river, in a small restaurant tucked between old bookstores and neon bars, Lisa Manoban works with her hands - a chef whose plates taste like memories she refuses to explain. Before the knives and the heat, she was a dancer - sharp lines, soft wrists, rhythm that lived in her bones. She doesn't perform on stage anymore, but everyone who watches her move through her kitchen knows she never stopped dancing - just changed the floor. They aren't strangers. Not friends. Not ex-lovers. Something else. Something unnamed. Jennie eats at Lisa's restaurant once a month. Never reserved under her own name. Never photographed. But every time she walks in, Lisa changes the menu without asking - just a little - as if her memory still knows what Jennie might need. People notice: the shift in Lisa's posture when Jennie enters, the way Jennie slows her chewing when Lisa sets the plate herself. No one says anything. Their history isn't written anywhere, but it lives under skin and between glances - in the tattoos Lisa never explains, in the lyrics Jennie never publishes, in the meals that feel like confessions, in the silence that tastes like truth. Everyone knows something happened once - or almost happened - or could still happen if either of them ever chose to move first. But they don't. Not yet. For now, they remain what they've always been: private - but not a secret.

The city never sleeps. Not in St. Cecilia Hospital where surgeons move like ghosts. Not in the neon clubs where DJs scream life into the night. Not in the small Pilates studio where tired bodies go to breathe again. Jennie Kim, a cardiothoracic surgeon, carries her exhaustion like perfume-sharp, expensive. She saves lives with steady hands and breaks hearts with silent eyes. Everyone says she's cold. Everyone's wrong. She just learned early that emotion is a luxury she cannot afford. Ruby Jane Kim, her identical twin, is everything Jennie isn't. Wild. Loud. Brilliant. A DJ with neon hair, glitter on her cheekbones, and chaos in her bloodstream. She burns too brightly, too quickly, and too close to danger. But beneath the noise, she aches for something real-something that doesn't leave at sunrise. And then there's Lisa Manoban. The girl with sun-warm skin, soft eyes, and a calming voice that could quiet storms. A Pilates trainer by day, the city's unofficial therapist by night. People fall for her without meaning to. Her kindness is gravity. Her smile is a soft landing. Jennie meets her first. In a moment of weakness. A shoulder injury. A late-night hospital corridor. A quiet, grounding touch. Ruby meets her next. In a moment of chaos. A backstage mess. A pounding bassline. A smirk exchanged in the shadows. Neither twin realizes they have fallen into the same orbit. dragged toward the same sun. But Lisa is not alone in this universe. Rosé watches from afar, hiding a love she never confessed. Jisoo watches Rosé, loving her from a distance. Lalina "Lena" Manoban, Lisa's sister, watches Ruby with a fire she refuses to name. And Natasha-Ruby's ex, the ghost in glitter-watches everything burn with a quiet smile. And it all begins the night Lisa says the words that will change everything: "Maybe,we don't have to be exclusive." Jennie's heart cracks. And Lisa sweet, warm,gentle Lisa has no idea she has just opened the gates to a war she cant control.