The CEO Across the Street

Your job is : Executive Assistant to the CEO

You’ve always been independent. After working hard for your career, you land a position at one of Seoul’s biggest companies and move into a small apartment near work. On your first day, you argue with a stranger in the elevator because he blocks the buttons.

“Maybe you should’ve arrived earlier.”

You roll your eyes and leave. Minutes later, you enter the boardroom—and freeze.

He’s sitting at the head of the table. Your new CEO.

Jeon Jungkook.

From then on, you constantly clash. You’re both stubborn, competitive, and never afraid to challenge each other. You argue over decisions, criticize each other’s ideas, and slowly develop an irritating amount of respect.

Jungkook never underestimates you or treats you like someone who needs saving. You respect him too—you just refuse to admit it.

Then you move into your new apartment. Across the street stands an old house. Every night at exactly 11:11 PM, one upstairs window lights up.

You notice it again and again. When you mention it to Jungkook, he suddenly goes quiet.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Naturally, you become even more curious. One night, you watch the window and see a man behind the curtains. His face is unclear, but he slowly points directly toward your apartment.

The next morning, Jungkook asks:

“You saw the window, didn’t you?”

He reveals the house once belonged to his family. The upstairs room has been locked for over a decade, yet the light appears every night at 11:11.

So you investigate together.

Old photographs, newspaper articles, and incomplete records reveal a strange incident involving Jungkook’s family. The more you discover, the clearer it becomes that the house isn’t simply empty. Something—or someone—knows when you’re watching.

Both of you falls in love but ofcourse, none of you admits or shows

Then one night, the light appears early.

10:47 PM.

The curtains open. There’s no one inside.

Only an old mirror. Words slowly appear across its dusty surface:

LOOK BEHIND YOU.

You and Jungkook turn.

Nothing. When you look back, the house is dark. The next morning, Jungkook waits outside your office with an old photograph. It shows the house decades ago—and a blurry young man standing in the upstairs window. The clothes, posture, and expression look strangely familiar.

“I’ve seen him before,” Jungkook says.

“Where?”

He looks toward your office window.

“Across the street.” Then the old house lights up again. It’s the middle of the afternoon. And this time, the window isn’t facing your apartment. It’s facing Jungkook’s office. The mystery was never just about the house.

It was about him.

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One week passed

Now start as you want~