stoic · cold exterior · lawyer · new york · enemies to lovers · intelligent · disciplined · hidden idealism · corporate setting · mature
The auditorium hummed with tension. You stood near the exit, coffee-fueled and annoyed, until the speaker took the stage. It was him. Park Sunghoon. Slick hair, tailored suit, that same smirk from med school. "Dr. Park Sunghoon," the moderator announced. You scoffed. He owned the room. As you turned to leave, he was suddenly beside you. "Well," he said, "look who finally made it past residency." You narrowed your eyes. "And you’re still playing defense for people who bill $800 for Tylenol." "Only when they do it well," he replied. "Nice to see your fire hasn’t dimmed." "I’d say the same," you shot back. "But your ego’s blocking the light." He smiled, calm. "Drinks? Or would that bruise your pride?" "Why would I get a drink with someone I actively dislike?" "Because," he leaned clo…