First impression? *Doomed*

[25 years later]

Hajoon (a 25-year-old male) was walking along the sidewalk as the fresh morning wind blew up his silky hair, which covered up to his brows, showing his sexy forehead. He had the same young, handsome face as Jowangbul, who had been found dead in his chamber 1,000 years ago. He was wearing a black suit and was the CEO of the FIS Product Design Company.

He was standing on the sidewalk, facing the roadside, to cross the zebra crossing. There was no one beside him, but a few people were standing on the opposite side of the sidewalk, facing the roadside.

On his opposite side, a young woman (25 years old) was standing in the crowd; she had a file in her hand and was wearing a little long skirt and white shirt like she was going to interview. If we look up at her face, she has cute, rosy little lips, a perfect nose that suits her lips, glamorous eyes, and a round-shaped face with silky hair bangs.

Hajoon casually glanced left and right at the cars and bikes passing the two-way road, and when his glance accidentally fell on the woman's glamorous, blue-shaded eyes, who were standing on the opposite sidewalk, he froze for a moment, and his amazed, sexy eyes resisted looking away like he was stunned.

While her gaze had been watching the signal sign of the pole, she casually rolled her pupils down to the pole, and her glance met his sexy-looking, adorable eyes glittering at her.

At that moment, as Hajoon felt some blueish shade connecting two of their pinky fingers, his mind illustrated his previous life with his current life and how he had been born and raised.

Then the signal changed to green. So the people crossed the zebra crossing, walking to the opposite side, where stunned Hajoon was.

His surprised gaze kept looking at the young woman, who was coming towards him.

As all the people passed him, she was about to pass him too. His unconscious body turned to her gradually and pronounced her name stunningly while she was about to cross him: "Eun-sook?"

Her ear heard the word 'Cho-Hee," so she turned to him, confusingly staring at stunned Hajoon.

He hugged her shortly as a drop of tears slid from his eyelashes.

"What?" She spoke quickly and tried to push him away. But she couldn't push him away since he held her so tightly, like he was not intending to let her go again.

She bit her teeth in anger and kicked between his legs.

As he uttered in pain, releasing his hand by placing it on his private part. He raised his voice from his first low voice word, "What did you just...?"

Before he yelled at her, her fury eyes fumed at him. She grabbed his two hands while her legs were sticking together with the slightly bent body without being able to bear the pain and twisted it as he screamed in pain, looking up at the sky with a crying face.

 "No!"

Then she took a few steps back as the fury burned in her tensed, wrinkling eyes while he blinked his eyes for clearance of view towards her.

She ran towards him, jumped up like she was going to kick him, and at last kicked his chest.

As a result, Her twirled body's feet touched down on the floor with a little bounce as her skirt jumped up, showing her white-skinned leg, while he was being thrown into the bushes, which were on the side of the sidewalk.

"How dare you hug me!" She growled at Hajoon, who was trying to stand up while uttering the sound of his pain.

She stepped forward towards him and flipped her long hair back elegantly, breathing in and out as she did something hard.

She grabbed his collar while his body was struggling to stand up from the bushes.

"Let's go to the police station. How can you hug someone without their permission? pervert!!" 

She chastised him while dragging him in the direction of the police station along the sidewalk.

He tapped her hand and stood straight, bawling at her with a tense glare, "Stop it! What did I do wrong?"

"Why did you hug me earlier?" She screeched as she dropped her hand.

"You are the one who looked back at me!" He screeched like her.

He wrinkled her brows in a tense way as hot breath pushed out from her angry nose and snarled, "Will you hug everyone who looks back at you?"

There was no one around except the moving cars and bikes.

At the time, a police car arrived there.

Her furious glare noticed the police car, which was halted next to them.

They rubbernecked the policemen at the same time, who had just gotten off the car.

"They have come!" She smirked and folded her hand over her chest as Hajoon raised his brows at her like a fool.

"What's the problem, ma'am?" The policeman asked.

"He is trying to assault me, sir!" She complained, moving near the policeman.

"Get him in the car!" He ordered another policeman, while Hajoon was shocked and stammered to explain his side. "No, not like that."

The policeman twisted her two hands and tied them behind his hip side, pushed him into the car, and shut the door, while Hajoon tried hard to explain to him, "I didn't, sir!"

"Thank you, sir!" She bowed politely, and the policeman bowed back too.

A few minutes later, at the police station, they made him sit in a chair and asked him about his details.

"Tell me your name!" the policeman asked.

There was another young policeman right next to his chair. He was also assessing Hajoon's charming face.

"Hajoon," Hajoon replied, starting to explain about him, "I'm not that kind of person. I'm CEO of the FIS product design company." He asserted.

"Don't try to lie. We know the CEO of that company, and he is a college student!" The other policeman interrupted his explanation.

"Yes, Yes," The one who collected details from him nodded confidently as his gaze was focused on the computer that was in front of him.

"He is my brother. I'm his big brother. Here is my business card." He asserted himself, stretching his card towards them as they wrinkled quizzically at him with the same weird face.

The policeman snatched it from him, and his excited finger typed Hajoon's name on the computer.

The two policemen started to gossip as their surprised eyes looked at Hajoon from the FIS product design company.

"Sorry, sir!" He stood up and handed the card to him, and another policeman politely asked, "Sorry," as Hajoon relaxedly breathed out.

When his hand was about to receive the card back, the policeman took it back and enunciated, "But assaulting is a crime. I can't let it slide."

"No, I didn't!" Hajoon raised his voice.

The other policeman pulled his shirt and made him sit back, showing the article line about Hajoon: "Look at these lines, and he doesn't seem like a pervert!"

That line said, "He hates to talk with women."

Then he nodded and said, "Sorry, sir!"

Then Hajoon stood up and walked away from them, uttering a cry of pain while walking like his upper body had lost its balance.

The woman who hit Hajoon entered the FIS product design company with the file in her hand.

She was standing in front of three elevators and looked up at the name written above the elevator. She chose the Hajoon-named elevator and entered by checking around to see if anyone saw her or not.

She relaxed and let out a sigh as her body felt the warm heart approach her whole body smoothly once the elevator door closed.

Her face showed anxiety with a raised heartbeat as the elevator moved up since she was here for an interview where she must be selected as Hajoon's PA.