Back from the Perfectly Controlled Uninhabited Island: First Morning in Seoul's Frenzy
The first morning back in the complex, cutthroat daily grind of Seoul after leaving the perfectly controlled uninhabited island in the South Pacific. Soft morning sunlight from the city poured into the bedroom of the top-tier residential-commercial penthouse in Gangnam, overlooking the Han River in panoramic splendor.
"Mmm..."
I lifted my heavy eyelids at the quiet alarm, feeling a heavy, unmoving warmth buried against my broad chest. A soft smile crept across my face.
"Seol-ah, it's morning. Time to get up. It's your first day back at the office in a month."
I whispered gently, brushing aside her disheveled hair, but she tightened her arms around my waist and shook her head stubbornly.
"Nooo... I don't wanna go. Let's just sell off the company and spend the rest of our lives rolling around in your arms. I can't stand even a minute apart from you."
The real power behind Taesung Group, the ruthless Strategy Planning Director who shed neither blood nor tears. But in my arms, she was just an ordinary girlfriend— no, the world's most lovable and blindly devoted one—whining about not wanting to go to work.
"Aigoo, our queen needs to clock in so we can afford to make fried rice and live. You've put off approvals for a whole month, so you'll have to round up all the execs today."
"The bank interest on my money alone could let us two sail around on a multi-billion-won yacht forever. Ugh, it's torture. Having to see those dumb, frustrating old fogeys' faces again starting today."
Seol-ah groaned and pecked my lips lightly— smack, smack, smack.
After a month on the island, perfectly tamed by my scent and warmth, heading to work without me must feel like outright punishment to her.
"Still gotta go. I hate keeping your cool girlfriend's pro-mode moments all to myself—go show 'em off. Up you get."
I finally coaxed her out of bed. We stepped into the vast, glamorous walk-in closet and picked out her outfit for the day. Unlike the casual island wear that ignored prying eyes, it was time to don her flawless armor once more.
"This one's perfect. That gray suit made from premium fabric. Super intellectual and charismatic."
I pulled the suit from the rack, and she docilely let me dress her. I buttoned her shirt, draped the wrinkle-free jacket over her shoulders, and tenderly adjusted her collar.
"All done. You're dazzlingly beautiful, Han Seol-ah."
Her reflection in the mirror was the epitome of a breathtaking ice queen. But the eyes looking up at me melted like freshly squeezed honey.
"Jinwoo."
"Yeah?"
"What if other guys steal glances at you while I'm at work? I'm so anxious. You're heading to a PC bang for course registration today, right? I'll just hack the Taesung Group network and enroll you in everything—don't step a foot outside. Okay?"
"Whoa, scaling up again. Course reg's gotta be done fair and square with my own clicks—that's the fun part. You know I'm good with my hands; I crush hyper-clicking. So don't worry and behave at work."
I pretended to flick her forehead, then escorted her to the entrance. Just before the private elevator doors opened, she yanked me into a suffocatingly deep morning kiss—her ritual to soothe her separation anxiety with my body heat.
"I'll call at lunch. Ignore any other girls who talk to you. Love you, Kang Jinwoo."
"Got it. Don't overdo it. Love you."
Only after she dragged her reluctant feet into the elevator did silence settle over the penthouse.
9:30 a.m. Course registration opened in thirty minutes—a bloodbath war for third-year second-semester major required courses that every college student dreaded.
I threw on the premium cashmere hoodie Seol-ah had brought back from abroad—no logo, but cloud-soft to the touch—and headed out. No matter how fast the penthouse internet was, PC bangs near campus were the undisputed meta for course reg.
I arrived at the biggest, highest-spec PC bang nearby and froze at the huge sign on the door.
[Taesung Group Internal Special Network Maintenance - All Seats Reserved (No General Public Access)]
'Taesung Group? What kinda network maintenance are they doing here?'
Puzzled, I cautiously pushed open the door—and dropped my jaw at the scene inside.
Not a single regular customer in the vast hall lined with hundreds of top-tier PCs. Instead, dozens of Taesung Group IT Division agents in crisp black suits glared intensely at monitors and massive server rigs.
"Uh... excuse me?"
As I stammered and backed away, a bespectacled middle-aged man barking orders via walkie-talkie from the command center spotted me. His face paled, and he sprinted over like a madman.
"V-VIP! You've arrived! I'm Executive Director Choi, head of Taesung Group IT's top tech team!"
He bowed nearly ninety degrees, sweat beading down his back as he escorted me to the grandest 'special seat' dead center.
"Wh-what's all this? Why's an exec at a PC bang?"
To my baffled question, Executive Director Choi cleared his throat gravely and began his briefing.
"We received special and utmost urgent orders from the Director. She said the VVIP had critical course registration today. So our IT Division's 50 elite agents reserved the entire place at 3 a.m. and laid high-speed dedicated fiber optic cables overnight, linking straight to the university's main server."
"You... buried fiber cables? To the uni server?"
"Yes, sir. This seat's ping latency is under 0.0001 seconds. The server anticipates your commands before you even click. Failure rate: 0%."
Pride mixed with exhaustion and relief—no decapitation from the Director—on his face after the briefing.
I rubbed my forehead with a deep sigh.
Her morning offer to 'hack the Taesung network' was no joke. When I insisted on legit PC bang clicks, she physically wired the damn thing to the uni server with insane capitalist scale.
"Haa... seriously, Han Seol-ah... can't stop you."
A disbelieving chuckle escaped, but her blind love mobilizing this IT army overnight tickled my chest warmly.
10:00 a.m. sharp.
"C-course registration open! Max out transmission!"
Executive Director Choi's frantic shout rang out as I lightly clicked—click, click.
The hellish moment where regular students weep at loading screens and crashes. My monitor? Zero delay—pop-ups blazed instantly with every click.
(Repeated flawlessly for every class)
Three seconds flat. All 18 credits of third-year second-semester majors secured perfectly—an all-clear sweep.
"C-Course registration success! Congratulations, VVIP!"
The 50 suited agents erupted in applause.
Celebrated like a corporate exec for one course reg win—this surreal scene drew a hollow laugh as I stood.
"Yeah... thanks for the hard work, Director Choi. And all you agents—overnight grind. Made it a breeze."
That evening, as the sunset dyed the Han River red beyond the windows, the penthouse door clicked open.
"Jinwoooo...!"
The second the lock disengaged, the Taesung Group Strategy Planning Director—who'd no doubt terrorized execs all day with icy aura—vanished. In her place, a shoe-tossing love beast lunged straight into my arms.
"Jinwoo, I was so exhausted. Wanted to chuck those trash approvals and run to you, but I held back. Good girl, right?"
Seol-ah clung to my neck, nuzzling my cheek with whines.
I wrapped her slim waist, kissing her crown lightly.
"Good girl, my queen. Tough day, huh? But... what'd you do to that PC bang? Director Choi looked one step from collapse."
At my light grilling, she peeked from my chest, feigning innocence with wide eyes.
"Huh? You said you wanted fair clicks, so I just made the environment a tad comfier—no lag bounces to hurt your heart."
Calling that massive network op 'a tad comfier'—her brutal scale. I burst out laughing, cupping her cheeks softly.
"Thanks to you, 18 credits in three seconds. You're the best, Seol-ah."
"Really? Phew. But I went crazy missing you all day. Recharge me."
She tiptoed up, pressing her lips deeply to mine. All the day's pent-up longing flowed hot along our tongues.
Cold office air clung to her, but in my arms, she was warmer and softer than anything.
Her diamond ring grazed my nape, sparking tingles. After the long, sweet kiss, I scooped her up toward the plush living room sofa.
"Dinner first, or shower? Saw prime steak meat delivered—grill some?"
"Not food. Shower later. Just hold me tight like this. Being stuck to you is the world's best meal and rest."
She pressed her ear to my chest, listening to my steady heartbeat.
The dazzling island summer vacay was over, but this sweet, overwhelming capitalist romance in our daily life lost none of its glamour. It seeped into the air we breathed, growing deeper and stronger in the ordinary.
"Love you, Kang Jinwoo. Tomorrow, the day after—my world's all yours."
Over Seoul's twinkling nightscape, our absolute, perfect daily life's first night deepened quietly, passionately.