Love or lust

A vibrant Friday morning. Food stalls, flashing signs, couples holding hands. A street performer sings a ballad under glowing sun lights.

KANG SO-YEON;

A (22) year old, energetic, sharp-tongued, yet clumsy, student and a writer, rushes through the crowd in a hoodie, her backpack bouncing behind her. She's late-again.

SO-YEON (mind voice):

(sighs)

First rule of being invisible in a city of ten million people: Don't be late for a scholarship interview. And second rule? Don't crash into a chaebol (Rich family) heir.

Before she could know it, She slams into a tall, suited man holding a coffee. The cup spills all over his white shirt.

HAN JAE-MIN;

A cold, distant, annoyingly handsome, young Man, a Lawyer and a CEO of HJM media group.

After the crash he doesn't even flinch, he just looks down at the stain, with unreadable expression.

SO-YEON;

(mortified)

Oh my God-I'm so sorry! I didn't see you and the coffee-your shirt! Are you burnt?

JAE-MIN;

(dryly)

No. But my patience is.

SO-YEON

(babbling)

I can pay for the dry cleaning! Huh! Actually, no, I can't-I mean, I will! Later. Maybe next week?

Then she reaches for tissues in her bag, only to pull out a pair of old socks.

JAE-MIN

(deadpan)

You plan to clean my shirt... with socks?

SO-YEON

No! That's not-ugh!

She said dashing off, leaving him staring after her.

Later that night, Jae-min went back to work, he walks into a sleek office building. His assistant, JUNG HYE-JIN in his (30s), hands him a towel and raises an eyebrow.

HYE-JIN;

Another fangirl?

JAE-MIN;

No..... Just a human hurricane in sneakers.

The Next day at SEOUL UNIVERSITY, ( writer's room) So-yeon walks into a cramped club room filled with posters, scripts, and instant ramen. Her best friend, CHOI NA-RI, lounges on the couch with sunglasses on indoors.

NA-RI;

You missed the committee meeting.

SO-YEON;

I ran into a walking Gucci mannequin and ruined his shirt. Pretty sure I'm cursed.

NA-RI;

Did he have a jawline that could slice tofu?