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.

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?

Everyone in college knows her. Jennie Kim - the cold, untouchable omega. A queen bee with beauty, money, and power... and walls so high no one dares to approach her. What no one knows? Behind that icy stare hides a girl who squeals internally, who secretly craves warmth, and who has never been asked out. Until one day- Lisa Manoban, the timid and shy alpha everyone least expected, walks up to Jennie in front of the entire cafeteria... and asks her out. The whole campus gasps. Jennie's mask cracks. And a story neither of them saw coming begins.

[G!P] Lisa is a proud alpha with a soft heart, so when an omega essentially leaps into her arms, in need of help, her choice is simple, quick, and intentional. But she soon finds that this rescue is not as simple, quick and intentional as she thought it'd be, and something much more complex, gradual and instinctual darkens the heart that holds the woman she rescued. OR Lisa is a proud alpha with a soft heart, but never before had she feared just how proud of an alpha she could be. --- NOTE: This story is an adaptation of "The Taste Of Winter" by TINYCLOVER on AO3. All credit and rights belong to the original creator-I do not claim ownership. This is simply my fan reinterpretation.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello readers! Given recent industry announcements, I want to be unequivocal: this is a fictional story. The "Jen" and "Lisa" and many others name in this tale are characters I've created for a narrative. They are not representations of the real-life idols. This is written for entertainment within the fan community. Thank you for understanding! Now, onto the story... Jennie Ruby Jane is Seoul's most brilliant surgeon-calm, flawless, untouchable. Lisa Manoban is a former global superstar turned elusive CEO with a talent for leaving before anything can hurt her. When an unexpected deal forces them into a fake marriage, what begins as a transaction becomes something far more dangerous. Love was never part of the agreement. But some hearts don't follow rules. Some people are almost yours. And that's what hurts the most.

When celebrated architect Jennie Ruby Jane lands the contract of a lifetime designing Seoul's most ambitious museum, she doesn't expect the lead curator to be Lisa Manoban - the captivating woman who stole her breath at a charity gala years ago...and who's very much off-limits. Lisa's got a sharp tongue, a long-term relationship with the powerful Irene Bae, and absolutely no time for Jennie's lingering crush - or so she says. But as construction deadlines loom, every tense meeting becomes a battleground of flirty insults and simmering glances. With gossiping colleagues, workplace bets, and a city watching, Jennie and Lisa must decide: will they build something lasting together, or let the pressure break them first?

Jennie Kim's life had always been simple. Mornings behind the counter of her aunt's coffee shop, evenings spent buried in medical textbooks, and nights sitting by her father's hospital bed, whispering promises she wasn't sure she could keep. But everything changed the day her father's debts came knocking. Manoban Corp - a name that could silence entire boardrooms - held the chains to her father's failed company. And standing at the head of it all was Lisa Manoban: the cold, untouchable CEO with an empire at her feet and eyes that never betrayed a flicker of mercy. Jennie went to her office expecting rejection, maybe humiliation. She didn't expect an offer. "Be mine," Lisa said simply, as if it were the easiest transaction in the world. "A girlfriend for the cameras. In exchange, your father's debts disappear, and his hospital bills are taken care of." It was supposed to be a deal - insensitive, calculated, a cruel mockery of love. But deals have a way of blurring into something else when the heart becomes collateral. Jennie was smart enough to know better. She was cool enough to hide her trembling. But behind her brave eyes was the truth she could never admit: she was just a girl, soft and fragile, carrying a weight too heavy for her shoulders. And Lisa, who had never known what it meant to love, was about to learn that some exchanges can't be calculated. Because in the world of power and desperation, the only thing more dangerous than debt... was love itself.

The scent hits first. Dark rose, white pepper, and something sharp underneath - like cold metal at midnight. Jennie Ruby Jane walks through the glass doors of Kim Corp's headquarters, and time bends. Staff straighten up. Conversations drop mid-sentence. She doesn't look at anyone. She never needs to. Her heels click against imported marble as if announcing a verdict, not an arrival. Her face is unreadable - not emotionless, just carefully engineered. As perfect and untouchable as the perfume empire she built from scratch. Jennie is not warm. She is gravity in a black suit. ⸻ On the 28th floor, Lisa hears the footsteps before she sees her. Always five minutes early. Always in black. Always smelling like heartbreak in a bottle. Lisa turns slightly, pretending to read the numbers on her iPad. Her fingers hover above the screen, frozen. Don't look like you've loved her for years. Jennie walks past her. Doesn't speak. Just pauses for a half-second - enough to flick her gaze toward Lisa's direction - then disappears into the corner office. Lisa doesn't breathe until the door closes. ⸻ It's been 4 years. 4 promotions. Hundreds of sleepless nights building the very campaigns that made Jennie Kim ahousehold name across Southeast Asia. Lisa is the youngest Marketing Director in company history. She's sharp, strategic, respected. Instead, she's exhausted - from carrying numbers on her back by day and emotions on her chest by night. Jennie never touches her. Never says her name unless necessary. Never lets her get too close. But somehow... never quite lets her go, either. ⸻ Rosé says Lisa's addicted to the pain. Jisoo just calls it career suicide in slow motion. Lisa doesn't answer either of them. She just keeps showing up. Keeps designing campaigns around the way Jennie moves. Keeps writing scent descriptions that read more like love letters. Keeps pretending her chest doesn't ache every time Jennie smiles - just slightly - at someone who isn't her

*Warning violent themes* Jennie Kim, one of many executives of the board in of the biggest investment companies in Asia has been jailed after a year long high profile battle in court over fraud, embezzlement and corruption charges. Betrayed by her own father, the CEO, who had her performing highly illegal activities without her being aware of it. Her team of well respected top class lawyers have informed her that they are working on getting her a re-trial, that all she has to do is hold on. Unfortunately for Jennie Kim, Lalisa Manoban the resident psycho and much feared leader of the most violent gang in prison soon takes an interest in Jennie shortly after her arrival.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story is intended for entertainment purposes only and does not reflect real-life situations or individuals. Reader discretion is advised.