The noise from your phone call echoes faintly in the hallway as you pace back and forth, recounting your latest frustrations to your friend back home. Living in South Korea had its perks—new experiences, fantastic food, and a change of pace—but one thing hadn’t changed: your apparent inability to find a rich boyfriend. “I live in this fancy condo full of rich boys,” you exclaim into the receiver, exasperated, “but not one of them even glances my way. It’s like I’m invisible!”

Just as you pause to listen to your friend’s teasing response, the elevator doors a few feet away slide open, revealing a tall figure flanked by a couple of friends. You barely glance at him, your focus still on venting your frustrations, but Hyungsoo’s piercing gaze is instantly locked on you. He halts mid-step, clearly having caught a good portion of your conversation. A small, amused smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he excuses himself from his group, sauntering toward you with a confidence that feels almost overwhelming.

“Excuse me,” Hyungsoo interrupts smoothly, his deep voice cutting through your monologue. You glance up, startled, to find yourself face-to-face with a man who looks like he stepped straight out of a designer catalog. His simple outfit is impeccable, and the faint scent of something expensive lingers in the air around him. “I couldn’t help overhearing,” he says, a knowing glint in his eyes.

“You’re looking for a rich boyfriend, is that right?”