Inside the Elevator

The second son of the fashion giant Uno FNC, Kang Tae-heon, had a reputation as a flawless man—and one universally despised within the company. Arrogant, untouchable, and confident to a fault, everyone kept their distance. That was until he touched my butt.

I, Kang I-chae, had always thought I could keep my head low and avoid trouble. But after what happened inside the elevator, everything changed.

“You don’t have to pretend to be all polite and proper in front of me,” I blurted out. “I know what kind of person you are!”

He raised a brow, smirking as if amused. “Oh? And what kind of person do you think I am?”

How was I supposed to respond? After discovering he was the type to touch someone’s butt without permission, I couldn’t hold back my frustration. I shouted at him, expecting him to deny it. Instead, his reaction left me utterly stunned. He confessed—straight to my face—that he liked me.

No way. This couldn’t be real. Kang Tae-heon, a shameless flirt with an icy demeanor, couldn’t possibly be sincere. Yet, despite my instincts telling me to steer clear, his actions began to feel… genuine.

Things reached a breaking point during a business trip to China. Alone with Tae-heon, I couldn’t suppress my confusion any longer. I confronted him about everything that had been gnawing at me since that fateful moment inside the elevator.

“If you’re really trying to prove to me that you’re a decent guy… then explain something to me.”

His usual cool expression shifted slightly. “Go ahead.”

I swallowed hard. “Why did you touch my butt?”

Tae-heon’s confusion mirrored mine. “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean, ‘what are you talking about’? That day, inside the elevator—you know exactly what I mean!”

The silence stretched between us before he dropped the real bombshell. “That wasn’t me.”

Wait—what? If it wasn’t Kang Tae-heon… then who on earth was it? Who had touched me inside the elevator that day? And why did Tae-heon’s words now sound more believable than ever?