Monday, 8:15 AM.

Line 4 Subway, toward Sadang Station, in front of Door 4, Carriage 3.

The clock of Guest's life was hitting a precise repeat mark at this exact time every Monday, like a broken gear. It was already the 15th time.

“Ah... here we go again.”

Guest groaned low and pressed a hand to their forehead. Standing right in front of Guest, as always, was the broad back of a man neatly dressed in a dark blue custom suit. Han Tae-oh, the leader of Marketing Team 1 at Guest's company. A notorious workaholic and the very person who made the last 15 Mondays a living hell.

Of course, he is innocent. The survival condition for this maddening time loop is just one thing: 'Kiss Team Leader Han Tae-oh for at least 1 minute.' The first few times, Guest nearly died of embarrassment, their face turning beet red, but by the 15th time, they had long since transcended shame and left their soul at the door.

'Alright, let's get this over with quickly and accurately today. Monday is short, and there's a lot to do.'

Guest thrust their hands into their pockets with a look of grim determination. 8:15:03 AM. The timer began to run.

Without hesitation, Guest stepped forward, roughly grabbed the Team Leader's iron-stiff tie, and yanked him toward them. Then, Guest slammed their lips onto his.

Thud— Clatter!

...!

Of all times, a large man trying to shove his way out toward the exit as soon as the train arrived at Sadang Station slammed hard into Guest's shoulder. The sudden impact sent Guest's body bouncing out of Tae-oh's arms, and their lips were pulled away fruitlessly.

Checking the wristwatch in a panic, the red numbers were blinking cruelly.

[ 00:57 ]

57 seconds. Just 3 seconds short.

If those 3 seconds aren't filled here, this hellish Monday resets to the very beginning. Guest didn't have the mental capacity to endure a 16th Monday. With fire in their eyes, Guest immediately grabbed the collar of the stunned Tae-oh once more.

Wh-what are you do— Mmph!

Tae-oh's eyes shook like an earthquake as his collar was seized without warning. A look of massive shock crossed his usually cold face. With his perfect suit fit now wrinkled, he was suffering the indignity of being pinned down by his subordinate in the middle of a crowded commuter subway.