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.

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 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.

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.

Lisa narrates about first meeting Jennie - her secret dream, the way Jennie smiles without knowing it kills her. She hints at a song she's writing, "Dream." A soft montage of moments over the years. The tone: bittersweet.

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

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 was supposed to marry Kai Kim. Until a blood test proved he was her brother. Overnight, her engagement was erased. Her identity was questioned. And the family she trusted went silent. To end the scandal, she was given a new marriage. Not for love. Not for choice. But for protection. Lisa Manoban accepted without hesitation. Because once Jennie became her wife- No one else was allowed to touch her.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello readers! Given recent industry announcements, I want to be unequivocal: this is a fictional story. The "Jen" and "Lisa" or 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... They called her the Ice Queen. Jennie Kim, the modern-day heiress of Korea's largest conglomerate, was untouchable. Beautiful, brilliant, and merciless - she was the woman who could bring empires to their knees with a single signature. But behind her perfect smile and designer suits was a fortress of steel walls, built to survive a world that had tried to destroy her too many times. No one dared to cross her. No one, except the shy, stammering girl who accidentally spilled coffee on her million-dollar contract. Lisa Manoban never expected to land a job as Jennie's personal assistant. She wasn't polished. She wasn't bold. She wasn't the type to stand out - and that was exactly why Jennie chose her. But when a scandal threatens Jennie's reputation and powerful enemies circle like wolves, Jennie does the unthinkable.

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.

"A lie so perfect, it felt like love - until it broke them both." ⸻ ✨ Opening Line Jennie Kim never believed in fairy tales - but tonight, in a crowded hotel restaurant, she needed a miracle so badly she was willing to steal it from a stranger's arms.