《The Space Between Hearts》


 Prologue

    If I had known that the last kiss you placed on my forehead is a silent goodbye, I would have held on tighter. I would have begged you¡ªnot with words, but with the trembling of my hands as they reached for you¡ªto stay. To not let go of the fragile pieces of us that you tore apart as effortlessly as paper. Those pieces, once unbreakable¡ªour first bond, our whispered promises¡ªmeant everything to me.


    But I should have seen it then. In your hesitation. In the way your hand lingered on mine, just a second too long, before it slipped away, like sand through fingers.


    And now, here I am, standing in front of you again. Yet, this time, you''re a stranger wearing the face I once cherished. If I had known I''d one day face this hollow reflection, I might have tried harder¡ªnot to hold on, but to forget. Maybe then, the scars you left behind wouldn''t sting as deeply. Maybe the memories, which once felt like a sanctuary, wouldn''t haunt me like ghosts refusing to move on.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    But how does one forget someone who was once their entire world?


    The waves crash against the shore in a relentless rhythm, as if they too are searching for something lost. We''re like them, aren''t we? Caught in this endless cycle¡ªdestined to meet, destined to fall apart, only to find each other again in the ruins of what we used to be.


    Are we meant to bridge this chasm that has grown between us, or is this our punishment? To keep finding each other, only to lose everything all over again?


    The weight of all the years, of all the "what ifs," presses against my chest as I stand here, staring at the reflection of a past that feels both agonizingly near and impossibly distant. I remember the promises we once made¡ªthe dreams we dared to share, as fleeting as the tides.


    And yet...


    Even with our broken hearts, we drift back to each other, like waves drawn endlessly to the shore¡ªrestless, unyielding, and eternal.

 Chapter 1

    "Stop it! Please, stop it!" Myung-Hwa''s voice cracked, her desperation trembling in the air. She backed against the wall, clutching her apron with trembling hands. Her eyes brimmed with fear and frustration. "I told you, I don''t have any money left! Why do you keep doing this? Don''t you have a conscience?"


    Before she could step away, a sharp slap exploded across her face. Her head snapped to the side, and her world spun as her cheek burned with the sting. She staggered, pressing her palm against her face as tears spilled uncontrollably. The suffocating presence of her husband, Cheon Kwang-Seok, loomed over her, thick with violence and malice.


    Though he worked as a driver for the Han family, every cent he earned¡ªand even the money Myung-Hwa made as a housekeeper¡ªvanished into the dark, greedy clutches of the casino. He only came home after he had gambled away every last coin, always looking for more. The house, their supposed refuge, had become a wasteland of missing appliances and torn belongings¡ªhis chaos, their misery.


    "Hand over the money!" Kwang-Seok''s voice dripped venom as he towered over her, his hand still raised, ready to strike again. Myung-Hwa, crumpled on the floor, hugged herself, her body shaking as sobs wracked through her.


    "I don''t have anything left!" she cried, her voice thin, breaking under the weight of fear. Her cheek throbbed painfully, but the ache in her heart was worse. She glanced up at him, her tear-streaked face a portrait of broken defiance.


    "Where''s Youn?" he demanded, his words laced with greed. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing like a predator circling his prey. "Didn''t he get money from the Chairman last month? Where is it?"


    "Even our son''s money... you''d steal that too?" The thought tore at her, igniting a surge of anger in her chest. "You can''t! Not Youn''s money!" she gasped, her voice raw with emotion. But her defiance only fueled Kwang-Seok''s rage.


    "I don''t care! Give me the money, or you''ll regret it!" he bellowed, grabbing her roughly by the arm and yanking her to her feet. His fingers dug into her skin, and she winced in pain, tears cascading freely now. His grip was a suffocating reminder that there was no escape.


    She tried to resist, to plead for some mercy. "This isn''t right! You can''t keep doing this to us!" Her words tumbled out, desperate and hollow, her voice shaking as she met his gaze. She saw no remorse, only cold, ruthless greed staring back at her.


    Kwang-Seok sneered, his face twisting with ugly satisfaction. "I can do whatever I want," he growled, shoving her back down as if she were nothing. The walls of the house seemed to close in around them, echoing his threats and curses. The air was thick with despair.


    At that moment, twelve-year-old Youn-Jae stood frozen in the doorway, his small frame trembling. He had just returned from school, only to find his mother collapsed on the floor, her face swollen from the blow. The sight of her¡ªbroken, crying, helpless¡ªwas a knife to his chest.


    His hands balled into tight fists, and anger surged within him like a tidal wave. Without hesitation, he rushed to her side, his heart pounding. Kneeling down, he pulled his school bag off his back and dug through it, his fingers shaking. Finally, he pulled out a small bundle of cash¡ªthe scholarship money he had received from the Han Group''s charity, Hope of Tomorrow.


    Youn-Jae threw the money at his father''s feet, his voice cracking with fury. "Take it! Take the money and leave us alone!" His words rang through the small room, his voice trembling but filled with fierce determination.


    Kwang-Seok''s eyes narrowed at his son''s audacity. "Who taught you to speak to your father that way?" he roared, raising his hand to strike Youn-Jae just as he had done to his mother.


    Youn-Jae flinched but stood his ground, glaring up at the man who should have protected them but had become their tormentor. "Isn''t this what you wanted?" he spat, his voice shaking with the force of his anger. "You have the money now. Get out!" His chest heaved with each word, but his gaze never wavered.


    Kwang-Seok hesitated, taken aback by his son''s defiance, but the greed in his heart quickly overpowered his surprise. He snatched the money from the floor, stuffing it greedily into his pocket. "If you had given this to me earlier, none of this would''ve happened," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. He shot a cold, disdainful look at Myung-Hwa, who was still weeping on the floor. "You bring this on yourselves."


    The door slammed behind him as he stormed out of the house, leaving a suffocating silence in his wake.


    Myung-Hwa watched him go, her heart heavy with a mixture of guilt and sorrow. She wiped her tears with trembling hands, glancing up at her son, who stood over her like a tiny protector, his eyes blazing with anger far too mature for his young age. "Youn, you shouldn''t have done that," she whispered, her voice barely audible as the weight of their situation bore down on her. "Why did you give him your money? That was for your school."


    Youn-Jae knelt beside her, forcing a small, fragile smile. "It''s okay, Mother," he said softly, trying to mask the storm of emotions swirling inside him. "I''ll get more next month."


    Tears welled up again in Myung-Hwa''s eyes, and she pulled him into her arms, cradling his head against her shoulder. "Oh, my sweet boy," she murmured, stroking his hair gently. "I''m so sorry... I''m so sorry you have to live like this."


    Youn-Jae pulled back, a spark of hope lighting his eyes despite the dark reality they faced. "Why don''t we just run away, Mother? We don''t have to stay here."


    Myung-Hwa looked at her son, her heart breaking at his innocence. She bit her lip, her gaze falling to the broken remnants of their home. "Where would we go?" she whispered, her voice thick with resignation. "We don''t have enough money to start over. We''d be on the streets."


    Youn-Jae hesitated, his young mind racing for a solution. "Should I ask the Chairman to help us? He likes me... he''d understand."


    A soft, sad smile tugged at Myung-Hwa''s lips as she shook her head. "No, my boy," she said, cupping his cheeks gently. "We can''t drag him into this. This is our burden to bear."


    She sighed, wiping away the last of her tears. "Let''s clean up this mess, and we''ll figure it out. Somehow."Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    Youn-Jae nodded, his jaw tight as he helped his mother to her feet. Together, they began to tidy the remnants of their shattered home, the weight of their struggles pressing down on them. Myung-Hwa watched her son, pride and sorrow mingling in her heart. He was too young to bear such burdens, but he did¡ªbecause he had no choice.


    ***


    The pale morning sun barely warmed the small house, casting a soft, melancholy light through the thin curtains. Despite the chaos that had erupted the day before, the house had been meticulously cleaned, but the silence between its walls was thick with tension. It felt like they were all holding their breath, waiting for the next inevitable storm¡ªCheon Kwang-Seok''s return.


    Myung-Hwa stood by the door, her hand absently adjusting the strap of her worn bag, her shoulders hunched slightly as if carrying an invisible weight. Her face was calm, but her eyes were distant, lost in thoughts she didn''t dare voice. She inhaled deeply before calling out in a soft, almost weary voice.


    "Youn, are you ready to leave? Let''s go together."


    From the small adjoining room, Youn-Jae appeared, still fumbling with the buttons of his too-big school uniform, his hair a bit disheveled. He stopped midway through the room when he saw her. His gaze lingered on her black dress, a sharp contrast to the quiet morning.


    "Mother," he asked, his brow knitting in concern, "why are you wearing black? Did someone die?"


    Her lips curved into a bittersweet smile, her hand trembling as she smoothed the fabric of her dress. "Yes, Youn. A friend of mine..." She paused, her throat tightening as if the weight of the truth was too heavy. "She passed away from cancer. She fought for a long time."


    Her voice was steady, but her eyes glistened with unshed tears that she quickly blinked away. Her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. "When you get back from school today, don''t wait for me. Eat dinner and go to bed, alright?"


    Youn-Jae nodded, but his eyes didn''t leave her face. "Are you staying late?" he asked cautiously.


    "Probably, yes," she replied, her voice softer now, as if admitting it aloud made it more real. "She was my closest friend when we were children... I need to be with her... for the last time."


    Her words hung between them, fragile and laced with sadness. Youn-Jae felt his heart tighten as he watched his mother. "I understand, Mother," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He wanted to say more, to offer comfort, but he felt a lump in his throat that made it hard to speak.


    Just then, Myung-Hwa''s expression shifted, her calm exterior faltering for a moment. She knelt down, bringing herself to his eye level, and placed her hands gently but firmly on his small shoulders. Her grip was tender, but there was urgency in the way her fingers dug into his uniform.


    "Youn," she began quietly, her voice low, almost a whisper, "if your father comes back while I''m gone... don''t stay here." Her eyes searched his face, making sure he understood the weight of her words. "Run to the orphanage. Tell the sisters I asked you to stay there. They''ll know what to do."


    Youn-Jae blinked, his chest tightening with a mix of fear and confusion. "But, Mother¡ª" he began, his voice cracking.


    "No." Her interruption was firm, her hands tightening slightly on his shoulders. She looked him directly in the eyes, her voice now trembling slightly as she spoke. "No arguing, Youn. Do not give him any money. Don''t try to stop him. Don''t fight back. Just go, okay?"


    His throat burned, and he clenched his fists at his sides to stop himself from shaking. "Okay, Mother. I promise," he whispered, his voice barely steady.


    For a moment, Myung-Hwa''s stern expression softened, her shoulders sagging with the weight of her worry. She pulled him into a tight embrace, burying her face into his hair as she held him close, her hand gently stroking the back of his head. "My brave boy," she murmured, her voice trembling now, her tears finally breaking through. "You''re so brave."


    Youn-Jae pressed his face against her shoulder, biting his lip to hold back his own tears. He wished he could tell her everything would be okay¡ªthat they didn''t have to live like this anymore. But all he could do was hold onto her, as if by holding on, he could keep her safe just a little longer.


    And for a moment, the small house was quiet again, filled only with the soft sound of their breathing and the fragile hope that this time, the storm might pass them by.


    ***


    The dimly lit casino pulsed with a chaotic energy, a cacophony of clinking coins, spinning roulette wheels, and murmured curses mixing with the sharp, artificial glow of neon lights. The smell of smoke clung to the air, thick and suffocating, as a haze settled over the sea of slot machines and card tables. Amidst the crowd of desperate faces, Cheon Kwang-Seok sat hunched at a poker table, his bloodshot eyes glued to the cards in his trembling hands.


    Sweat rolled down his temple, his hand shaking as it hovered over his dwindling pile of chips. He licked his dry lips, his breath shallow and uneven, as the weight of each gamble bore down on him like an anvil. His heart pounded in his chest, his fingers tapping nervously on the edge of the table¡ªan unconscious plea for the cards to fall in his favor. The dealer''s expression remained impassive, but Kwang-Seok could feel the disdainful eyes of the other players, their judgment heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of cheap cologne and stale regret.


    His hand tightened around his final few chips. The room seemed to close in on him as he threw them into the pot with a shaky gesture. His eyes darted from the dealer''s hands to the cards as they flipped, revealing his fate. He held his breath, the silence stretching unbearably thin, each second dragging like an eternity.


    When the last card turned against him, Kwang-Seok''s world collapsed inward. A sickening wave of dread washed over him, the finality of his loss like a physical blow. His face twisted in frustration, and in one swift motion, he slammed his fist onto the table. The sound echoed, chips rattling and clattering in all directions. The other players recoiled slightly, throwing him a mix of annoyed and pitying glances, but Kwang-Seok didn''t care.


    His chair scraped loudly as he stood, the harsh sound cutting through the clamor of the casino. His pulse roared in his ears, his thoughts spinning out of control. Money. He needed it, and fast. And he knew where to get it, even if it meant sinking further into the depths of his desperation. His chest heaved as he stormed out of the casino, his steps quick and angry, his mind racing ahead to what he had to do next.


    Outside, the cool night air hit him like a slap, but it did little to quell the fire of anxiety burning inside him. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, his hand still trembling as he lit it. The first drag was long and slow, filling his lungs with smoke, momentarily calming the chaos inside his head. His gaze drifted toward the neon lights reflecting off the wet pavement, but before he could lose himself in the quiet, his phone buzzed in his pocket.


    He glanced at the screen. The name made his stomach twist in both dread and obligation.


    "Hello?" His voice was low, clipped.


    "The Chairman needs you. Come immediately. There are tasks waiting," came the cold voice on the other end, devoid of pleasantries.


    Kwang-Seok''s jaw tightened, his grip on the phone so tight his knuckles turned white. He flicked the half-smoked cigarette into the street, watching as the glowing ember fizzled out in the darkness. His mind was already elsewhere, calculating. Without another word, he ended the call and shoved the phone into his pocket, his lips set in a grim line. His night at the casino was over, but the real game was just beginning.


    He walked with purpose, his footsteps echoing down the street as he headed toward the mansion. The flicker of neon behind him was replaced with something colder, sharper¡ªthe weight of responsibility, of the dangerous life he led as the Chairman''s man. He wasn''t just a driver. That was only the surface. Beneath it, he was the one trusted for the jobs that required secrecy, violence, and loyalty. For ten years, he''d carried out the tasks that no one else would touch, earning the Chairman''s trust. And though the risks were great, Kwang-Seok never faltered. The stakes were always higher, and the reward¡ªpower, influence, survival¡ªalways pulled him deeper into the web of the Chairman''s world.


    The story doesn''t end here......

 Chapter 2

    The clock ticked past midnight, and Youn-Jae lay curled up on the thin mattress, savoring the rare silence that filled the small, cramped room. His mother had said she¡¯d be home late, but he knew better. She was often gone for long stretches, and with his father missing too, it meant no shouting or slamming doors tonight. No drunken fights. Just quiet.


    But that fragile peace shattered with the soft creak of the front door opening. Youn-Jae¡¯s heart raced as his eyes fluttered open. He lay frozen, his body tense, hoping, praying it wasn¡¯t his father. The silence that followed was strange¡ªno heavy footsteps, no angry muttering. Instead, there were careful, almost timid movements, so unlike his father¡¯s usual entrance.


    His chest tightened with dread as he slowly sat up, the thin blanket slipping off his shoulders. The air felt heavy, suffocating. He hesitated before pushing open his door, peeking into the dimly lit hallway. What he saw made him pause: his mother standing by the entrance, holding the hand of a small child.


    ¡°Oh, Youn,¡± she whispered, startled, her tired face breaking into a fragile smile. ¡°Did I wake you?¡±


    Youn-Jae rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the lingering haze of sleep. ¡°No, Mother,¡± he replied softly, his gaze shifting to the child standing beside her. Confusion tugged at his voice. ¡°But¡­ who is this?¡±


    His mother knelt down, her face drawn with exhaustion, but her eyes¡ªthose tired eyes¡ªheld a flicker of something deeper. She placed a gentle hand on the child¡¯s shoulder, the touch filled with unspoken sadness. ¡°This is Ji-Won,¡± she said, her voice cracking under the weight of each word. ¡°He¡¯ll be living with us now. He¡¯s my friend¡¯s child... there¡¯s no one left to take care of him.¡±


    The room felt colder suddenly, the gravity of her words sinking in. Youn-Jae¡¯s heart ached for reasons he couldn¡¯t fully understand. He stared at the small figure, barely able to make out the boy¡¯s face in the dim light. All he could see were his small shoulders, hunched as if the world had already placed too much on them.


    Youn-Jae swallowed hard, his young mind grasping the responsibility thrust upon him. Without hesitation, he reached out and gently took Ji-Won¡¯s trembling hand, the warmth of the child¡¯s skin a stark contrast to the coldness around them. ¡°Hello, Ji-Won,¡± he said softly, his voice filled with a mixture of warmth and determination. ¡°I¡¯ll be your Hyung from now on.¡±


    Ji-Won remained silent, his wide, tear-filled eyes fixed on the floor. His tiny hand clutched Youn-Jae¡¯s with a kind of desperation, as though he was holding onto the last shred of safety left in his world. He didn¡¯t speak, couldn¡¯t speak. The grief had swallowed his voice.


    Youn-Jae felt the boy¡¯s fingers tighten in his grasp, and his chest tightened in response. He gave a soft, reassuring squeeze, his heart aching for this child who had already lost so much. He had never been a Hyung before, but in that moment, he made a silent vow to protect Ji-Won, no matter what.


    ¡°Alright, let¡¯s call it a night,¡± Myung-Hwa said, her voice wavering as she forced a smile, though her eyes betrayed her. ¡°Youn, please take Ji-Won to your room. We¡¯ll talk more tomorrow.¡±


    Youn-Jae nodded, his young face set with resolve. ¡°Yes, Mother,¡± he whispered, glancing back at her with a look that seemed far too mature for his age. He guided Ji-Won by the hand, leading him gently towards the room, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls as they walked.


    As he turned the corner, Youn-Jae glanced back one more time, just in time to see his mother¡¯s shoulders slump, her body folding under the weight of her decision. She stood frozen, staring at the empty doorway, her eyes distant as if already anticipating the storm to come.


    Myung-Hwa¡¯s heart felt like it was being torn apart. She watched her son, guilt gnawing at her insides. She knew what this meant. Taking in Ji-Won was not just an act of kindness; it was a choice that would strain their already fragile lives to the breaking point. And Kwang-Seok... how would he react? Her husband¡¯s temper was volatile, unpredictable. The mere thought of him seeing Ji-Won filled her with dread.


    She sank into a chair, her hands trembling as she covered her face. The darkness of the room pressed in, and for a moment, she allowed herself to cry¡ªsilent, hidden tears that no one would ever see. The weight of it all was suffocating: the guilt, the fear, the uncertainty. What if she couldn¡¯t protect them? What if bringing Ji-Won into this fractured family only made everything worse?


    With a deep sigh, Myung-Hwa wiped her face and straightened up, forcing herself to push the fears aside. There was no time for weakness. Tomorrow, she would face Kwang-Seok. Tomorrow, she would do what they always did¡ªsurvive.


    ***


    Myung-Hwa, weary from the heavy burden of her choices, had intended only to close her eyes for a brief moment, but exhaustion claimed her entirely. The deep quiet of sleep wrapped around her, offering a brief escape from her worries. That was, until the sudden clattering of utensils and soft shuffling sounds snapped her awake. Her heart leapt into her throat, panic surging through her body as she bolted upright.


    Kwang-Seok¡ªhad he found Ji-Won? The thought that her husband might already saw Ji-Won and in a rage sent cold fear coursing through her veins. Her eyes darted around the room, half expecting to hear his violent temper erupt any second. But what she saw instead left her frozen, then exhaling a long breath of relief.


    At the small kitchen table, Youn-Jae and Ji-Won sat quietly, sharing breakfast together. Youn-Jae, already dressed in his neat school uniform, looked every bit the responsible older brother as he calmly ate, his posture relaxed but attentive. Ji-Won, smaller and still wrapped in a shy, cautious silence, glanced nervously at his plate but mirrored Youn-Jae¡¯s every move.


    For a moment, Myung-Hwa stood watching them, a bittersweet warmth spreading through her chest. The sight was almost too peaceful to be real. Rubbing her tired eyes, she slowly pushed herself up from the chair, her body stiff from the uncomfortable sleep.


    ¡°I clearly fell into a deep sleep¡­¡± she murmured, her voice laced with embarrassment and the remnants of tension still clutching at her heart. She stepped forward, trying to shake off the grogginess as she made her way to the table, a small, apologetic smile tugging at her lips.


    Youn-Jae looked up, his gaze softening when he saw her. ¡°Mother, you should¡¯ve slept in your bed,¡± he said gently, the concern in his tone unmistakable as he watched her rub her tired temples.


    ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± Her voice was light, but the strain behind it was palpable. She turned her focus to the task ahead, not wanting to linger on her fatigue or the fear that had woken her. ¡°Youn, once you finish your breakfast, could you help Ji-Won get ready?¡±


    She glanced briefly at Ji-Won, the boy sitting so quietly, his hands gripping the edge of his chair as if he wasn¡¯t sure if he belonged there. She knelt slightly to catch his eye, her voice softening. ¡°I¡¯ll be taking you to school too, Ji-Won. We need to get you settled, okay?¡±


    Ji-Won gave a small, hesitant nod, still too timid to speak. His wide, uncertain eyes flicked from Myung-Hwa to Youn-Jae, seeking some form of comfort in their presence. Youn-Jae, noticing the boy¡¯s unease, smiled reassuringly and leaned forward slightly, speaking in a warm, brotherly tone. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Ji-Won. We¡¯ll be ready in no time, and I¡¯ll show you around school.¡±Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    Myung-Hwa felt a soft wave of gratitude toward her son, the weight of their situation feeling just a little lighter in that moment. ¡°Thank you, Youn,¡± she said quietly. ¡°I just need to get ready myself.¡± She made to turn toward the bedroom, but Youn-Jae¡¯s voice stopped her.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to eat something first, Mother?¡± His tone was calm but laced with concern, his eyes searching hers for any sign of weakness.


    Myung-Hwa¡¯s stomach churned with anxiety, not hunger, but she forced a small smile, waving his question away. ¡°No, I¡¯ll eat later. I need to hurry, or we¡¯ll be late.¡± Her hands fluttered nervously, smoothing her already-wrinkled shirt as if that could steady her racing thoughts. ¡°Just¡­ make sure Ji-Won is ready.¡±


    Youn-Jae nodded, sensing the underlying tension in her voice, though he didn¡¯t press further. ¡°Of course, Mother. Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll take care of it,¡± he replied with a firm yet gentle resolve, his eyes flicking toward Ji-Won to give him another reassuring glance.


    As Myung-Hwa hurried away, her mind raced with all the uncertainties that lay ahead. How long could they keep up this fragile routine? How much time did she have before Kwang-Seok¡¯s looming presence shattered this small bubble of peace? Pausing for a moment, she glanced back over her shoulder, watching as Youn-Jae leaned closer to Ji-Won, quietly explaining something that made the younger boy relax, if only slightly.


    Her heart ached at the sight¡ªYoun-Jae, already shouldering responsibilities far beyond his years, and Ji-Won, so lost and broken. She swallowed hard and turned away, hurrying to prepare for the day, all the while praying that Kwang-Seok would stay away, just a little longer. Maybe today, they could hold onto some sense of normalcy, even if it was fleeting.


    ***


    Youn-Jae¡¯s eyes swept across the bustling school courtyard, searching for Ji-Won among the throngs of students. His heart quickened when he finally spotted Ji-Won sitting alone on a weathered wooden bench, intently doodling on a piece of paper. Intrigued, Youn-Jae approached quietly, his footsteps light as he came to a stop behind the boy. He watched the focused expression on Ji-Won¡¯s face, captivated by the intensity with which he sketched.


    ¡°Hmm, so you¡¯re good at drawing,¡± Youn-Jae remarked, his voice filled with genuine surprise and admiration.


    Ji-Won¡¯s face flushed crimson, and he instinctively tried to hide the paper and pen, his small hands trembling ever so slightly. His shyness enveloped him like a cloak, and he avoided Youn-Jae¡¯s gaze, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt.


    With a warm, friendly smile, Youn-Jae extended his hand toward Ji-Won. ¡°Let me see that,¡± he said, his tone inviting and encouraging.


    Ji-Won hesitated, caught between his desire to share and the fear of judgment. His eyes darted away, shadows of uncertainty clouding his features.


    ¡°Come on, don¡¯t be shy around your Hyung,¡± Youn-Jae coaxed gently, crouching down to Ji-Won¡¯s level to establish a connection. ¡°I won¡¯t bite, I promise.¡±


    After a moment of hesitation, Ji-Won reluctantly handed over his drawing, his cheeks still flushed. He kept his head bowed, his heart racing with both fear and hope.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s eyes widened in awe as he examined the drawing. ¡°Whoooa! This is really nice, Ji-Won. You have golden hands!¡± He leaned in closer, excitement bubbling in his voice. ¡°Wait, is this you and me at the beach?¡± He looked up, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. ¡°Do you like going to the beach?¡±


    Ji-Won nodded silently, his eyes peeking up at Youn-Jae from beneath his lashes. The corners of his mouth began to lift, revealing a timid but growing smile.


    Touched by the drawing, Youn-Jae gently patted Ji-Won¡¯s head, feeling a surge of affection and protectiveness. He sensed the significance behind the sketch, a glimpse into Ji-Won¡¯s world that made his heart swell.


    ¡°Are you happy to have someone now? I know you must still be sad about your mother,¡± Youn-Jae asked softly, his voice dripping with empathy.


    In a spontaneous burst of affection, Ji-Won wrapped his small arms around Youn-Jae in a warm hug, surprising him. Youn-Jae¡¯s eyes widened in pure astonishment, his heart swelling at the boy¡¯s unguarded warmth. He gently pushed Ji-Won back to look into his eyes, his heart touched by the boy¡¯s sincerity.


    ¡°I promise you, you¡¯ll never be alone from now on,¡± Youn-Jae vowed, his voice firm yet tender, the sincerity evident in his gaze. ¡°Let¡¯s grow up together happily with Mother.¡±


    Finally, Ji-Won¡¯s face broke into a warm smile, his angelic features illuminated by the sincerity in his brown eyes. The moment felt charged with a profound sense of connection and hope, wrapping around them like a protective shield.


    ¡°Oh, our lunch! I almost forgot,¡± Youn-Jae exclaimed, his eyes widening as he glanced at the lunchbox on the nearby table.


    With a swift motion, he reached for the lunchbox, carefully placing it on the table. He opened it to reveal the neatly packed food he had prepared, then sat down beside Ji-Won, sharing the meal in a comfortable silence.


    After they finished eating, Youn-Jae stood up, his face brightening with enthusiasm. ¡°I¡¯ll walk you to your classroom,¡± he said, his voice brimming with energy and warmth.


    He escorted Ji-Won to his classroom, their steps light and cheerful, laughter echoing softly between them. Once they arrived, Youn-Jae gave Ji-Won a reassuring pat on the head, his smile unwavering. ¡°Have a great day, Ji-Won. I¡¯ll see you later,¡± he said, his voice infused with genuine care.


    Ji-Won gave a shy but grateful nod, his brown eyes following Youn-Jae as he turned to head back to his own classroom. Youn-Jae¡¯s smile didn¡¯t fade; he ran back with a spring in his step, a sense of joy radiating from him.


    ***


    A loud slam reverberated through the house, making Myung-Hwa jump as she stood in the kitchen, preparing food for the two boys. The forceful way the door swung open told her everything she needed to know¡ªit was Kwang-Seok, back from his reckless escapades of gambling and drinking. She winced as the heavy scent of alcohol invaded the air, mixing uncomfortably with the aroma of the food simmering on the stove.


    Kwang-Seok staggered in, his steps unsteady as he threw himself onto the sofa with a heavy thud. ¡°Myung-Hwa!¡± he bellowed, his voice slurred, irritation spilling from his lips. ¡°Hey, come here!¡±


    Myung-Hwa hesitated, her heart racing with fear and apprehension. She knew all too well what could happen if she didn¡¯t comply. Wiping her hands on her apron, she untied it, dread coiling in her stomach as she nervously approached him.


    ¡°Why are you so slow to come here?¡± Kwang-Seok snarled, his eyes narrowing with drunken fury. In a sudden, violent motion, he grabbed a glass vase from the side table and hurled it against the wall, shattering it into a cascade of glass.


    Myung-Hwa flinched at the sound, standing before him trembling. Her eyes barely met his, her body tense, mind racing with fear of the inevitable. Kwang-Seok¡¯s rough hand reached out, sliding up her thigh, under her skirt.


    ¡°No¡­ Please,¡± Myung-Hwa whispered, her voice breaking as she tried to pull away, the panic rising within her. But even in his drunken state, Kwang-Seok¡¯s grip was ironclad, yanking her back with overpowering strength, his touch rough and unrelenting.


    ¡°Stop it, Kwang-Seok. Youn-Jae will be home soon!¡± Myung-Hwa pleaded, her voice trembling as she fought to push him away, desperation clawing at her.


    ¡°This will be quick,¡± Kwang-Seok grumbled, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol as his grip tightened on her arm.


    ¡°No, please!¡± Myung-Hwa cried, her voice breaking, tears pooling in her eyes. ¡°I¡¯ll give you money if that¡¯s what you want!¡±


    Kwang-Seok paused, a sneer twisting his lips as he released an irritated sigh. ¡°Now you¡¯re offering me money? What, do you have a man now?¡± His hand shot out, roughly grabbing Myung-Hwa¡¯s face, forcing her to look up at him.


    ¡°What are you talking about?¡± Myung-Hwa¡¯s eyes widened in shock, disbelief mixing with fear.


    ¡°Don¡¯t treat me like an idiot!¡± he spat, his eyes dark and threatening. ¡°If I find out you¡¯re messing around with some other man, you¡¯re both dead!¡± He shoved her away, his anger radiating throughout the small space as he stormed through the house, knocking over anything in his path.


    Panicking, Myung-Hwa ran to the bedroom, digging through her bag with shaking hands. She grabbed all the cash she could find and rushed back, throwing it in Kwang-Seok¡¯s face. ¡°Here! Take it and just get out!¡±


    Kwang-Seok caught the money, his expression shifting to one of disdain. ¡°Oh, yeah? I¡¯ll leave, but don¡¯t expect me to come home anytime soon. I¡¯ve got business with the Chairman,¡± he slurred, stuffing the money into his pocket. He shot her one last threatening look before stumbling out the door, slamming it with such force that the walls seemed to tremble.


    Myung-Hwa stood there, breathing heavily, her body trembling from the confrontation. She felt a slight sense of relief knowing Kwang-Seok would be gone for a while, but the chaos he¡¯d left behind was overwhelming.


    After ten minutes, just as Kwang-Seok left the house, Youn-Jae and Ji-Won arrived home. Youn-Jae¡¯s eyes quickly scanned the chaotic state of the house before darting to his mother, who was frantically tidying up, the food still simmering on the stove. He didn¡¯t need to ask what had happened; the disarray spoke volumes, thankfully they had not crossed paths with Kwang-Seok on their way back.


    He glanced at Ji-Won, who stood silently, his expression blank. Youn-Jae gently nudged Ji-Won toward the bedroom, trying to shield him from the worst of it. ¡°Ji-Won, go change first,¡± Youn-Jae said softly, his voice gentle but firm. ¡°I¡¯ll help Mother clean up. I¡¯ll call you when the food is ready, okay?¡±


    Ji-Won nodded slowly, his small figure disappearing into the room. Youn-Jae helped his mother, his heart aching at the realization that this wasn¡¯t the home Ji-Won deserved, nor the life he wanted for himself.


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 Chapter 3

    It had been a month since the house had been calm and peaceful, ever since Kwang-Seok hadn¡¯t come home. Life for Youn-Jae, his mother, and Ji-Won felt strangely comfortable, like a warm blanket wrapping around them. Youn-Jae often found himself wondering if this was how their life should have been all along¡ªpeaceful and free from the constant tension.


    With each passing day, it became clearer if they had enough money and somewhere else to go, they wouldn''t need Kwang-Seok in their lives. And as of now, Kwang-Seok was still completely unaware of Ji-Won¡¯s presence in the house, a fact that brought a mix of relief and anxiety to Youn-Jae and his mother.


    Youn-Jae and Ji-Won¡¯s bond grew stronger with every day. At home, they were inseparable; at school, they stayed close, only parting when their classes demanded it. Whenever someone tried to bully Ji-Won, Youn-Jae would step in, shoulders squared and fists clenched, his protective nature shining through as he defended Ji-Won. At home, after chores were done, Ji-Won often sat quietly, lost in his drawings, his brow furrowed in concentration, while Youn-Jae would be beside him, immersed in his books, occasionally glancing over to catch glimpses of Ji-Won''s artistic flair.


    They spent so much time together, sharing laughter, comfort, and a sense of belonging that Ji-Won had longed for. Ji-Won¡¯s smiles came more frequently now, a light in his eyes that had been dimmed for so long, especially when he was with Youn-Jae. His once shy and reserved demeanor began to soften, revealing the joy that was slowly blooming inside him.


    Myung-Hwa often glanced at the two boys, her heart swelling with warmth at the sight of their natural bond. She would watch them interact, her eyes misting over as their faces lit up with joy while they talked and played, looking at each other like true brothers. This simple yet profound connection gave her hope¡ªa glimpse of what life could be without Kwang-Seok¡¯s looming presence. For three months, this newfound comfort and peace filled their lives, a brief reprieve from the storm that always felt like it was just on the horizon.


    ***


    the storm Myung-Hwa had feared finally arrived when Kwang-Seok stormed in. He was a force of nature, his presence dominating the room like thunder rumbling in the distance. She was the only one home while Youn-Jae and Ji-Won were out running some errands. Not long after, the boys returned, with Ji-Won entering the house first, followed closely by Youn-Jae. Kwang-Seok¡¯s eyes widened in shock, his jaw tightening as he took in the unfamiliar face inside his home. The air felt heavy with tension, and his voice, when it erupted, was like a crack of lightning, sharp and searing.


    ¡°Who the hell is this?!¡± he roared, his voice slashing through the tense air like a blade.


    Youn-Jae instinctively stepped forward, his heart racing, pulling Ji-Won protectively behind him, shielding him from Kwang-Seok''s furious gaze. His body tensed, every muscle primed for a fight.


    ¡°Kwang-Seok!¡± Myung-Hwa shouted, her voice cracking with fear, her hands trembling at her sides.


    ¡°I¡¯m asking you¡ªwho is this child?!¡± Kwang-Seok''s voice grew more menacing, eyes blazing with fury. ¡°Did you get pregnant by another man before, Myung-Hwa? And now you¡¯re letting his child live here?!¡±


    ¡°This is too much, Kwang-Seok!¡± Myung-Hwa pleaded, her voice quivering as she stepped closer, desperation etched across her features. She reached out, trying to soothe the escalating tension.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    ¡°Ah, I don¡¯t have time for this!¡± Kwang-Seok snapped, frustration boiling over as he grabbed Youn-Jae''s arm roughly. The grip was like iron, and Youn-Jae winced, his eyes flashing with defiance. ¡°Come here, you need to go with me.¡±


    ¡°Wait, Kwang-Seok! Where are you taking our son?!¡± Myung-Hwa cried, her hands reaching out in desperation, eyes wide with fear for both of her boys.


    ¡°It¡¯s none of your business!¡± Kwang-Seok snarled, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.


    Youn-Jae struggled to break free, his heart pounding in his chest as he fought against his father¡¯s iron grip. Kwang-Seok¡¯s fingers dug painfully into Youn-Jae''s arm as he dragged him toward the door.


    ¡°Let go of me! I don¡¯t want to go anywhere without Mother and Ji-Won!¡± Youn-Jae yelled, his voice filled with defiance, anger flashing in his eyes.


    ¡°Stop being stubborn and just follow me!¡± Kwang-Seok growled, tightening his hold.


    Youn-Jae resisted with all his strength, desperation coursing through him. He finally managed to wrench free from his father¡¯s grasp, darting toward Ji-Won. He grasped Ji-Won¡¯s hand tightly, fear palpable between them, and pulled him along as they ran to the bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it behind them.


    ¡°Youn-Jae! Come out here! Don¡¯t act like this to your father!¡± Kwang-Seok¡¯s voice was dangerously low, a menacing tone creeping into his words. ¡°You¡¯re just going to help me a little with the Chairman.¡±


    ¡°No! Get out!¡± Youn-Jae shouted from behind the door, his voice shaking but filled with resolve.


    ¡°You¡¯re a good boy, right? So come out here!¡± Kwang-Seok''s tone turned eerily sweet, dripping with sarcasm, but it only made the boys shiver in fear.


    ¡°I said no!¡± Youn-Jae shouted back, holding his ground, determination hardening his voice.


    ¡°So stubborn...!¡± Kwang-Seok sneered. ¡°I¡¯ll count to ten, and if you don¡¯t come out, you know what will happen to your mother!¡±


    Kwang-Seok began counting loudly, his voice echoing through the house like a countdown to disaster. Inside the room, Youn-Jae and Ji-Won huddled on the floor, clutching each other in fear. Youn-Jae¡¯s mind raced, thoughts scattered as he tried to figure out what to do. He knew the Chairman wouldn¡¯t harm him, but the thought of his father using him for some unknown purpose terrified him. And the threat to his mother weighed heavily on his heart.


    As the count reached five, Youn-Jae looked at Ji-Won, who was visibly shaking, his wide eyes filled with fear.


    ¡°Ji-Won,¡± Youn-Jae said, trying to steady his voice despite the tremors running through him, ¡°I promise, he won¡¯t hurt you as long as I¡¯m here.¡±


    Ji-Won nodded, his expression vulnerable yet trusting, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes. The bond they had built over the past month strengthened the resolve within him, even in the face of fear.


    The count continued, and Youn-Jae knew his time was running out. He glanced around the room, desperate for a plan. His eyes fell on Ji-Won¡¯s bag.


    ¡°Ji-Won, where is your drawing? The first one you did?¡± Youn-Jae asked hurriedly, urgency lacing his tone.


    Ji-Won crawled to his bag, pulling out the folded drawing and handing it to Youn-Jae with trembling hands. Youn-Jae carefully tore the drawing in half, keeping the piece with Ji-Won¡¯s image and giving the other half to Ji-Won.


    ¡°Ji-Won, I don¡¯t know what will happen when I go out there, but promise me, you¡¯ll take care of Mother. Stay with her, and no matter what happens, wherever you are, I¡¯ll find you,¡± Youn-Jae said, his voice breaking as he kissed Ji-Won¡¯s forehead and hugged him tightly. He felt the warmth of Ji-Won¡¯s body against him, a reassurance that anchored him in the chaos.


    Ji-Won clung to Youn-Jae, tears spilling over as he whispered, ¡°Hyung, I¡¯ll wait for you,¡± his voice trembling but filled with a flicker of hope.


    Youn-Jae gave him a small, reassuring smile, though his heart ached at the thought of leaving Ji-Won and his mother in danger. ¡°Stay here. When I get back, I promise we¡¯ll go to the beach with Mother. You like that, right?¡± he instructed, trying to instill courage in Ji-Won¡¯s heart before turning to face whatever awaited him on the other side of the door, his resolve hardening with each breath.


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 Chapter 4

    A flight attendant glided down the aisle, her poised smile a testament to the excellence of the service. ¡°Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,¡± she announced in a soothing tone, her voice flowing like a gentle breeze. ¡°We are currently cruising at thirty-five thousand feet, with an estimated arrival time in Seoul Korea, of approximately thirteen hours and thirty-three minutes. If there¡¯s anything you need or any assistance required, please don¡¯t hesitate to let us know.¡±


    As the announcement faded, the crew began to assist the passengers, their warm smiles illuminating the cabin as they diligently checked on everyone. ¡°Sir, is there anything we can get for you?¡± The flight attendant approached a man seated in the front row, her voice smooth and polite, her body angled slightly to convey her genuine concern.


    The man, however, remained absorbed in the magazine held up to his face, barely acknowledging her presence. His aloof demeanor was a fortress, encasing him in a world of detachment. With a casual yet impeccably tailored jacket that hugged his broad shoulders and a gleaming, expensive watch on his wrist, he radiated the essence of a high-maintenance figure. His tall frame and striking features commanded attention, exuding the authority of a Korean chaebol¡ªa man of undeniable prestige and power.


    Beside him sat a man in his forties, whose secretary-like appearance and demeanor suggested a life of service. Observing the interaction with a subtle nod, he quickly stepped in. His smile was courteous, but his eyes sparkled with a hint of restrained amusement. ¡°I apologize,¡± he said, raising a hand in a gesture of polite dismissal, his tone a blend of respect and gentle reprimand. ¡°We¡¯ll be sure to call for assistance if needed. Thank you.¡±


    The flight attendant nodded with a graceful bow, her expression a mask of professional composure as she moved on. The aloof man remained impassive, his focus still firmly on the magazine, as if it shielded him from the world around him.


    ***


    Twelve hours later¡­


    The cabin lights gently brightened, pulling passengers from their restless slumber. An announcement crackled over the intercom, slicing through the soft hum of the plane¡¯s engines. ¡°Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our descent into Incheon International Airport. Please ensure your seatbelts are fastened and all personal items are secured. We will be landing shortly. Thank you for choosing to fly with us today.¡±


    The plane touched down smoothly, the wheels skimming the runway with a reassuring vibration. As the aircraft came to a halt at the gate, the flight attendants began their final preparations for disembarkation. Passengers gathered their belongings, excitement buzzing in the air as they anticipated their arrival, a mixture of eagerness and anxiety blending with the last echoes of in-flight announcements.


    The man stood up, adjusting his tailored jacket with practiced ease, a silent assertion of his authority. His secretary followed closely, a flicker of relief crossing his face as they exited the plane. They navigated through the bustling airport terminal, the familiar sounds of announcements and footsteps resonating around them. The crowd thinned as they approached the arrival gate.


    Waiting with a respectful posture and a warm smile was Mr. Kim, the family¡¯s trusted butler. His eyes lit up with recognition as he spotted Youn-Jae, who had finally returned after nearly eighteen years away. Mr. Kim¡¯s welcoming presence was a comforting constant amidst the flurry of the airport.


    ¡°Welcome back, Young Master,¡± Mr. Kim greeted, bowing deeply, his voice imbued with genuine warmth and respect. ¡°It¡¯s been a long time. We¡¯re delighted to have you home.¡±


    ¡°Thank you, Mr. Kim. It¡¯s good to be back... I guess,¡± Youn-Jae replied, his voice tinged with a mix of arrogance and a surprisingly gentle undertone. His expression remained cool and detached, but his eyes softened briefly as they met the butler¡¯s, a fleeting connection that hinted at buried emotions.


    ¡°The car is already waiting outside the exit. Shall we?¡± Mr. Kim gestured politely toward the exit, his demeanor both professional and fatherly.


    Without another word, Youn-Jae took the lead, walking briskly ahead, a solitary figure amidst the bustling crowd. Mr. Kim and Secretary Min followed a few steps behind, their eyes exchanging silent glances of understanding. As they reached the exit, the driver stood ready, stepping forward to open the door of the sleek white pearl luxury car with tinted windows. Mr. Kim slipped into the front passenger seat, while Youn-Jae and Secretary Min settled into the back.


    Youn-Jae crossed his legs casually, his hands folding over his lap as he leaned back against the plush seat. His gaze drifted out the window, scanning the roads that were both familiar and foreign to him. A cloud of nostalgia enveloped him as he tried to piece together fragments of his childhood, but the cityscape before him felt like a distant, unrecognizable past.


    He was only twelve when Chairman Han adopted him, escaping the clutches of his cruel father, Kwang-Seok. Back then, his world had been confined to school, the house, and occasional errands for his mother. The Chairman¡¯s house was a sanctuary, but beyond that, he knew little of the world outside his immediate surroundings.


    For the past eighteen years in Germany, Youn-Jae had done his best to erase those dark memories. Even the Chairman had suggested he change his name to start fresh. Yet, he had resisted, determined to keep his identity intact, fueled by a significant hope¡ªthe longing for someone he had been searching for all these years.


    Now, sitting in the car, Youn-Jae¡¯s mind was awash with thoughts of the past. He was returning not just for business and family obligations but also for that elusive person who had woven their way into his heart, the very reason behind his decision to come back, despite the successful and peaceful life he had built in Germany.


    Lost in his reflections, Youn-Jae didn¡¯t notice the car nearing the mansion until the towering gates came into view, slowly parting to allow them entry. The gates opened automatically, triggered by sensors that recognized the car¡¯s plate¡ªa security measure put in place for exclusive visitors.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    The mansion loomed ahead, a grand and imposing structure that had stood largely empty, save for the Chairman, Mr. Kim, a few housekeepers, and some drivers. The Chairman had lived in this vast estate alone for years, occasionally hosting guests to break the solitude.


    Eighteen years ago, when Youn-Jae was sent to Germany to study and learn the intricacies of the Han family business, Seo-Joon, Chairman Han¡¯s true son, was sent to America two weeks earlier. This arrangement was partly due to a fallout between Seo-Joon and his father¡ªa conflict that had fractured their relationship, much like the rift that had driven Youn-Jae away from his own father.


    As the car pulled up to the mansion¡¯s entrance, Youn-Jae took a deep breath, his heart pounding slightly at the sight of the grand estate. This was no longer just a house; it was a test, a return to a world that had once saved him and now demanded his place within it.


    ***


    It was already six in the morning the next day, but Youn-Jae had managed only a little sleep. It wasn¡¯t just the jet lag; the unfamiliar space and ambiance of the mansion added to his restlessness. He had no intention of staying in the mansion while in Korea, and beforehand, he had already instructed Secretary Min to find him a place of his own. Despite his father¡¯s objections, Youn-Jae had mastered the art of charming his father into seeing things his way.


    Yawning as he sat up in bed, Youn-Jae rubbed his eyes and stretched, wearing only cotton shorts and no shirt. The early summer season had just begun in Seoul, and the morning air was warm and inviting. He glanced out the window briefly, taking in the soft light of dawn filtering through the trees outside, then shuffled off to the bathroom to wash up. A few minutes later, he emerged, wiping his face with a towel. He grabbed a plain white T-shirt draped over the chair near his bed, slipped it on, and decided to go for a jog.


    After about thirty minutes of jogging around the mansion grounds, Youn-Jae returned, slightly winded but energized, his body invigorated by the early morning run. As he approached the entrance, Mr. Kim was already waiting by the door, extending a soft white towel toward him.


    ¡°Young Master, your breakfast is ready, and your father is waiting for you,¡± Mr. Kim informed him, his tone respectful but firm, an undertone of urgency threading through his words. ¡°He also mentioned you need to visit the company today.¡±


    Youn-Jae took the towel, wiping the sweat off his face and neck. His white T-shirt clung to his body, revealing the outline of his toned physique. ¡°What a good start to my first day here,¡± he muttered, handing the towel back to Mr. Kim, a hint of frustration lacing his voice. ¡°Visiting the company first thing in the morning, huh?¡±


    As Youn-Jae began walking down the hallway, he casually pulled off his T-shirt, ignoring the butler¡¯s watchful gaze.


    ¡°Young Master, please don¡¯t walk around without a shirt. Your father will scold you,¡± Mr. Kim warned, a mixture of concern and mild exasperation coloring his tone.


    Youn-Jae paused, glancing back with a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Just tell him I didn¡¯t get the memo on house rules,¡± he teased, his voice dripping with playful defiance before continuing down the hall.


    ***


    Secretary Min had already arrived at the mansion, checking his watch anxiously. After fifteen minutes of waiting, he was deep in conversation with Mr. Kim near the grand staircase, their voices low and urgent, occasionally interrupted by furtive glances at the clock.


    ¡°Is the President still not ready?¡± Secretary Min asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the crease of worry on his brow deepening as he checked his watch again.


    Mr. Kim, standing with his hands clasped in front of him, tilted his head slightly toward the staircase, his expression reflecting a mix of concern and duty. ¡°Should I call him to his room?¡± he suggested, ready to take action at a moment''s notice.


    ¡°No, no, don¡¯t worry,¡± Secretary Min replied with a small wave of his hand, his demeanor attempting to convey calmness despite the flutter of anxiety in his chest. ¡°I¡¯ll just wait for him here. He should be down any minute.¡±


    The air hung thick with anticipation as they continued their conversation, glancing at the staircase every few moments.


    At last, after what felt like an eternity, Youn-Jae appeared at the top of the stairs. He was dressed in a crisp white polo shirt tucked neatly into tailored black trousers. Polished black shoes gleamed under the soft glow of the chandelier, and an expensive watch glinted on his wrist. He carried his coat draped over one arm, his hair styled back with precision, embodying the essence of a young, professional businessman.


    As he descended the stairs, a confident stride in his step, his expression shifted¡ªan uncharacteristic seriousness replaced the usual arrogance. Despite his often childish demeanor and impulsive nature, Youn-Jae transformed into a disciplined leader when it came to business. He could be impulsive and short-tempered in personal matters, like the time he flew from Germany to America for a spontaneous vacation after his college graduation, living nights filled with revelry and trouble. Those escapades often landed him in the headlines, much to his father¡¯s dismay. Yet, in the realm of business, Youn-Jae was disciplined, meticulous, and professional¡ªa stark contrast to his reckless side.


    The duality within him was palpable, and it allowed him to navigate between two worlds, often getting away with his antics, knowing his father would eventually soften at his charm.


    ***


    The visit to the company unfolded smoothly. Youn-Jae toured each department, exchanging pleasantries with department heads who beamed with respect, and being formally introduced to board members eager to welcome him back. He shook hands firmly, the warmth of his grip a stark contrast to the polished image he portrayed. Each greeting was laced with underlying currents of expectation and admiration, underscoring the weight of the legacy he was poised to inherit.


    After hours of familiarizing himself with the company and its people, Youn-Jae finally allowed himself a moment of solitude in the office prepared for him during his stay in Korea. The space was bathed in natural light, a serene refuge amidst the corporate hustle. He walked over to the large windows, gazing out at the city skyline¡ªa breathtaking panorama that sparkled under the midday sun. It was a far cry from the grim streets of his past, a testament to how much his life had changed. Yet, it also served as a haunting reminder of the obstacles he had overcome, the hardships that had shaped him into the man he was today.


    Lost in his thoughts, Youn-Jae stared at the view, a storm of emotions swirling within him, until the sound of three firm knocks on the door jolted him back to the present. Secretary Min entered, breaking the silence, his posture respectful but alert, as if ready to assist at any moment.


    ¡°President, what would you like for lunch? I can drive you wherever you¡¯d like,¡± Secretary Min offered, his tone both respectful and attentive, his eyes scanning Youn-Jae¡¯s face for any sign of fatigue or need.


    ¡°Oh, can we keep it light? Maybe a coffee shop with some pastries?¡± Youn-Jae replied, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia for the tastes of Germany. He absentmindedly fiddled with his watch, a subconscious gesture of yearning for the familiar comforts of home.


    ¡°Of course, President. I¡¯ll have the car ready and wait for you in the lobby,¡± Secretary Min nodded, discreetly making his exit to prepare for their departure. As he closed the door, his expression held a mix of understanding and patience, knowing well the weight Youn-Jae carried on his shoulders.


    Left alone once more, Youn-Jae leaned against the cool glass of the window, his gaze returning to the skyline. Memories washed over him, haunting yet familiar echoes of laughter and shadowed corners of his past, moments he thought he had buried. A deep sigh escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes for a brief moment, lost in the turbulent waters of reminiscence.


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 Chapter 5

    Eighteen years ago¡­¡­...


    Kwang-Seok¡¯s hand shot out like a viper, his fingers wrapping around Youn-Jae''s wrist with a vice-like grip. Without a word, he yanked Youn-Jae violently toward him. Myung-Hwa, panic flashing in her eyes, rushed forward with trembling hands outstretched, trying desperately to pull her son back. But Kwang-Seok¡¯s swift kick sent her sprawling to the floor, her body hitting the ground with a sickening thud.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s eyes widened in horror as he saw his mother crumpled on the floor, discarded like a broken doll. Rage and fear churned in his chest.


    "Let go of me!" Youn-Jae shouted, his voice cracking with desperation as he struggled to free himself. His heart pounded against his ribs, every fiber of his being resisting.


    But Kwang-Seok tightened his grip and yanked him harder toward the door. "I don¡¯t have time for this!" he barked, the words filled with cold impatience. He shoved Youn-Jae closer to the exit, as if time itself was against him.


    Youn-Jae''s survival instincts kicked in. With everything he had, he latched onto the doorframe, his fingers clawing at the wood, trying to anchor himself. His knuckles turned white as he held on for dear life.


    "Hurry up! Don¡¯t be stubborn!" Kwang-Seok snarled, his eyes burning with fury. His gaze flicked toward Myung-Hwa, who was still on the floor, gasping for breath. "And you¡ªMyung-Hwa¡ªstay there. Don¡¯t try anything stupid!" His voice dripped with menace, a cruel edge that hung in the air like a sword.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s grip slipped. Kwang-Seok lifted him effortlessly, throwing him over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. The boy thrashed in his arms, but Kwang-Seok¡¯s hold was unyielding, his power absolute. As they reached the outside, Youn-Jae felt his strength ebb away, his helplessness swallowing him whole. Kwang-Seok threw him into the backseat of the car and slammed the door shut with finality.


    The sound of the door closing barely echoed inside the house, but to Myung-Hwa, it was deafening. Her tear-filled eyes stared at the door, every muscle in her body frozen with grief and pain. Her hands instinctively reached for her stomach, where Kwang-Seok¡¯s kick had landed, and she winced as the sharp ache twisted deeper inside her.


    From the shadows, Ji-Won, barely old enough to understand what was happening, slid the door open cautiously. He crawled toward Myung-Hwa, his small body trembling with the weight of emotions too big for him to carry. Reaching her side, he wrapped his arms around her fragile frame, trying to shield her from the cruelty of the world. He held her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder, feeling her shaky breaths against him.


    ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, Ji-Won,¡± Myung-Hwa whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she clung to him, stroking the back of his head in slow, comforting motions. Her tears wet his hair, but she didn¡¯t care. She needed this¡ªneeded to hold on to something, someone.


    Ji-Won¡¯s wide, innocent eyes gazed up at her, searching her face for reassurance. ¡°What will happen to Hyung?¡± His voice was small, scared, the innocence of youth cracking under the weight of fear.


    Myung-Hwa¡¯s breath hitched as she looked down at him, her heart aching. ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hand trembled as she wiped away her tears, but the fear lingered in her eyes. ¡°But I have to follow them. I need to get him back.¡± She stood quickly, wobbling on unsteady feet, her mind a whirlwind of desperation.


    Ji-Won, sensing her urgency, grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, pulling her back with a pleading tug. His big eyes were round with fear. ¡°Please, I want to go with you!¡±


    ¡°No, stay here!¡± Myung-Hwa¡¯s voice wavered, the firmness in her tone a fragile mask for the chaos within. Her hands shook as she reached for the door, but Ji-Won clung to her like a lifeline.


    ¡°Please,¡± Ji-Won begged, his voice breaking. ¡°I need to stay with you. Hyung said I should take care of you.¡±


    Myung-Hwa¡¯s heart clenched painfully at his words. She knelt down in front of him, her hands resting on his small shoulders, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over again. She wanted to protect him¡ªto keep him safe from whatever nightmare waited outside. But she knew there was no choice now.


    She took a deep breath, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. ¡°Promise me you¡¯ll stay beside me, okay? No matter what happens, you stay with me.¡±


    Ji-Won nodded, his little hand reaching for hers. His fingers wrapped around hers tightly, as if afraid to let go.


    ¡°Okay,¡± he whispered.


    ***


    Mr. Kim knocked gently on the study door, where Chairman Han sat engrossed in his book. The quiet moment was interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open, revealing Kwang-Seok and a tense Youn-Jae stepping inside. Chairman Han closed his book with a deliberate thud, his smile widening the moment his eyes landed on Youn-Jae. There was an energy in the air, one that unsettled the young boy, though he wasn¡¯t quite sure why.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    ¡°Oh, my top scholar is here!¡± Chairman Han exclaimed, rising from his seat with surprising enthusiasm. He spread his arms wide, his expression one of pride, as if welcoming Youn-Jae into an embrace that promised safety and power.


    Youn-Jae hesitated, feeling Kwang-Seok¡¯s eyes burn into him, silently commanding him to respond. The pressure in his father¡¯s gaze was heavy, a mix of pride and threat that made Youn-Jae¡¯s stomach twist in knots. His face remained stoic, but his hands fidgeted slightly at his sides, betraying his nervousness.


    ¡°Good evening, Chairman,¡± Youn-Jae said softly, bowing his head in respect. His voice wavered despite his best efforts to sound composed. His gut told him something was off. The tension was palpable, though the Chairman¡¯s warm smile never faltered.


    ¡°Hahaha, don¡¯t be so formal! It¡¯s always a pleasure when you¡¯re around. I can¡¯t believe Kwang-Seok produced such a remarkable child like you,¡± the Chairman said, reaching out to pat Youn-Jae¡¯s head. The touch, though seemingly gentle, felt invasive, as though the Chairman was laying claim to him, asserting dominance over his future.


    Kwang-Seok had every intention of selling Youn-Jae to Chairman Han, seeing his own son as nothing more than a bargaining chip.


    Mr. Kim, sensing the need of the situation, stepped forward. ¡°Chairman, I¡¯ll leave you with Kwang-Seok and take Youn-Jae outside,¡± he suggested, placing a firm but gentle hand on Youn-Jae¡¯s shoulder. He guided the boy toward the door, offering a quick, reassuring nod, though Youn-Jae could feel the lingering weight of unspoken tension.


    Just as they were about to step out, Youn-Jae stole a glance back at his father. Kwang-Seok¡¯s eyes never met his; instead, they were locked forward, cold and detached. Youn-Jae felt a pang in his chest, the rejection like a knife cutting deep into his core.


    As they exited the room and the door shut behind them, a sudden crash echoed from inside¡ªthe sharp sound of glass shattering against the floor. Youn-Jae flinched, instinctively looking back, his heart pounding in his chest.


    ¡°Don¡¯t mind it,¡± Mr. Kim said, his voice as neutral as ever, guiding Youn-Jae toward the second floor. ¡°You¡¯ll get used to it.¡±


    Back in the study, the atmosphere had turned volatile. Chairman Han¡¯s face was red with fury as he stood amidst the shards of broken glass scattered across the floor. His eyes bore into Kwang-Seok with unfiltered rage.


    "You are so reckless! How could you not be more careful? Did you even check if he was there?" Chairman Han barked, his eyes narrowed, veins bulging from his temple as his anger flared.


    Kwang-Seok stood stiffly before him, fighting the urge to flinch. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but the faint tremor in his voice betrayed his nerves. "Chairman, please spare me, you know this is the first time I¡¯ve made a mistake, when I checked the house, Seung-Ah was the only one there. It was a stroke of bad luck¡ªHe changed his schedule last minute, but I caught him in the shower. He didn¡¯t see me. I... I had already killed Seung-ah by the time he stepped out."


    Chairman Han¡¯s eyes narrowed, his gaze cold and calculating. There was something in Kwang-Seok¡¯s tone, something that reeked of deceit. The Chairman had learned long ago how to detect a lie, and right now, Kwang-Seok''s words smelled of desperation. Unbeknownst to the chairman, Kwang-Seok had an intense altercation with Seo-Jeon. During the struggle, the mask Kwang-Seok was wearing slipped off. Aware of his mistake, Kwang-Seok quickly masked his unease with a forced calm, hoping the old man wouldn¡¯t notice.


    Chairman Han''s chest heaved as he breathed deeply, trying to contain his rising fury. He sank into his chair, rubbing his temples, the tension in the room pressing down on him like a vice. "Are you sure she¡¯s dead?" His voice was low, the menace in it unmistakable, a quiet storm ready to explode.


    "Yes, Chairman." Kwang-Seok nodded vigorously, beads of sweat forming at his brow. "I made sure she¡¯s dead. There¡¯s no mistake."


    The Chairman exhaled slowly, his fingers still massaging his temples, his patience thinning. "You need to lie low, disappear for a while," he said through clenched teeth. "Follow the protocol. You know how stubborn Seo-Joon is. He won¡¯t let this go easily. But what can he do against me? Without my power, he¡¯s helpless."


    Kwang-Seok saw an opportunity. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Exactly, Chairman. That¡¯s why I¡¯m here. If you give me enough money to disappear, I¡¯ll make sure you never see my face again. And in exchange..." His eyes gleamed with greed. "I¡¯ll hand Youn-Jae over to you. He¡¯s yours."


    For a moment, silence settled between them, thick and heavy. Chairman Han¡¯s gaze flickered with disbelief, then scorn. He leaned forward, his lip curling in disgust. "So now you''re finally selling your own son, after all the times I''ve told you I want to adopt him. All because you made a mess!"


    Kwang-Seok, sensing the growing impatience, straightened his shoulders, his voice hardening. "Are you giving me the money or not?"


    Chairman Han scoffed, shaking his head slowly, unable to comprehend the audacity. "Unbelievable. You think you can rush me as if I don¡¯t know you¡¯ll blow it all on gambling?" He rose to his feet, his posture radiating power as he strode toward the vault. His fingers worked the passcode, each number punched with deliberate precision.


    He opened the safe, grabbing a thick bundle of cash, then slammed it shut with a bang. Without a word, he stormed back toward Kwang-Seok, tossing the bundle of money at his feet, the bills scattering across the floor.


    "Get lost," Chairman Han snarled, his voice venomous. "And never show your face again."


    Kwang-Seok bent down, slowly picking up the cash. His fingers trembled slightly, not from fear but from the thrill of getting what he wanted. He looked up, clutching the bundle tightly in his fist, a smirk twisting his lips. "I still don¡¯t understand why you¡¯re so interested in Youn-Jae," he muttered under his breath, standing to his full height. "But at least I can use him."


    Chairman Han¡¯s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he stepped closer, his presence towering. "You¡¯re a greedy, pathetic bastard," he sneered. "But it doesn¡¯t matter. I can¡¯t rely on Seo-Joon anymore. He¡¯s reckless¡ªhe¡¯ll ruin everything. I¡¯m sending him to America, far from here, he is a big disappointment to the family" His voice lowered, filled with calculated determination. "Youn-Jae is the one I¡¯ll raise as my heir. He¡¯s smart, he¡¯s got potential. "I¡¯ll train him myself, so don¡¯t ever show your face near him again..." His voice trailed off, the unspoken threat hanging ominously in the air.


    Kwang-Seok chuckled darkly, shoving the money into his pocket. "Good luck with that," he said, turning toward the door. Just before leaving, he cast one final glance over his shoulder, his smirk deepening. "He¡¯s all yours, Chairman."


    With that, Kwang-Seok disappeared, shutting the door behind him with a firm click.


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 Chapter 6

    Eighteen years ago¡­¡­...


    "Chairman, Youn-Jae is settled in his room," Mr. Kim said carefully, his hands clasped behind his back as he stood at attention. "But he keeps asking when he''ll be going home."


    Chairman Han didn¡¯t look up, his expression remained cold, detached. "Let him ask all he wants," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "He¡¯ll get tired eventually. I¡¯ll be sending him abroad soon enough¡ªto learn properly."


    Just then, a soft knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Mr. Kim paused, glancing at the Chairman for permission before moving toward the door. He opened it slightly, just enough for a quiet exchange with the servant standing outside.


    The servant whispered, "Someone is at the gate, asking for the Chairman."


    Mr. Kim¡¯s brow furrowed slightly, but he maintained his calm demeanor. He nodded curtly and stepped out, making his way briskly to the CCTV monitor room. His eyes scanned the screen, and when he confirmed the identity of the visitor, his expression tensed briefly before smoothing into his usual mask of professionalism. He turned on his heel and headed back to the Chairman¡¯s study.


    As Mr. Kim re-entered the room, Chairman Han had moved to stand by the window, his back facing the door, staring out at the falling snow.


    "Chairman," Mr. Kim began, his voice low, "Myung-Hwa is at the gate. I believe he¡¯s looking for Kwang-Seok... and Youn-Jae."


    For a brief moment, there was no response. The only sound was the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth and the steady fall of snow outside. Chairman Han¡¯s eyes remained fixed on the swirling whiteness beyond the glass, his hands clasped behind his back, fingers tapping in an almost rhythmic motion, as though he were carefully calculating his next move.


    Finally, without turning around, he spoke. "You already know what to do."


    His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it¡ªcontrolled, sharp, and cold. His face remained expressionless, but the tension in his shoulders and the way his fingers had stilled gave away the faintest trace of impatience. His thoughts seemed to drift beyond the room, far ahead, plotting.


    As Mr. Kim left the room, Chairman Han remained by the window, watching the snow with an unreadable expression. The cold outside mirrored the icy calculations in his mind. His plan for Youn-Jae was set, and nothing¡ªno one¡ªwas going to stand in the way.


    ***


    After arriving at Chairman Han''s mansion, Myung-Hwa and Ji-Won were left feeling helpless. Mr. Kim, his expression unreadable, lied to them, claiming that Kwang-Seok had already left with Youn-Jae and that he didn¡¯t know where they were headed. "It¡¯s best if you wait at home," he had said, his voice calm yet evasive.


    As they stepped out into the cold night, the chill in the air mirrored the growing anxiety Myung-Hwa felt inside. Her steps faltered, her breath visible in the frigid air as uncertainty gnawed at her. She clenched her hands into fists, unsure of what to do next.


    The two walked in silence, the thin layer of frost beneath their feet crunching faintly with each step. Myung-Hwa¡¯s eyes darted around, scanning the empty streets. Her mind raced with fear¡ªwhere could they possibly go to find Youn-Jae? Her chest tightened, and anxiety clawed at her throat as she struggled to think clearly.


    Suddenly, the glow of headlights illuminated the path behind them, casting long shadows that stretched before them. The car¡¯s lights grew brighter, making them stop in their tracks. Myung-Hwa¡¯s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively moved to the side, pulling Ji-Won closer as the car slowed to a stop beside them.


    The window slid down, revealing an unexpected face. Myung-Hwa¡¯s eyes widened in surprise. "Mr. Kim?" she greeted, her voice shaky, her nerves raw from the cold and the growing tension.


    "Get in, Myung-Hwa. I¡¯ll take you both home," Mr. Kim said, his tone flat, his face unreadable. The calmness in his voice did nothing to ease her anxiety.


    Myung-Hwa hesitated, glancing at Ji-Won. The boy was trembling, shivering against the icy wind, his small hands rubbing his arms for warmth. With a deep breath and a feeling of unease she couldn¡¯t quite shake, she opened the back door and guided Ji-Won inside. They slipped into the warmth of the car, and Mr. Kim started the engine, the low hum filling the uncomfortable silence.


    As the car glided down the road, Myung-Hwa sat stiffly, her gaze fixed on the passing landscape. The familiar streets began to fade, replaced by unfamiliar surroundings. Trees lined the road, their bare branches swaying ominously in the cold wind. The further they drove, the quieter and more isolated the route became.


    Myung-Hwa¡¯s unease grew with every turn. She glanced at Ji-Won, who was huddled next to her, his small frame shaking. She tightened her grip around him, trying to provide some warmth and comfort. Her eyes flickered to the window again, noticing that they were heading in the wrong direction. A frown creased her brow.


    "Mr. Kim," she called out, her voice uncertain. "This isn¡¯t the way to our house. I think you¡¯re going the wrong way."


    Mr. Kim didn¡¯t respond. His eyes remained focused on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.


    Anxiety swelled in Myung-Hwa¡¯s chest. She glanced back at the road, her heart racing faster with each passing second. The secluded route, the absence of any other cars, the dense trees¡ªthey were going somewhere far from where they should be.If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    "Mr. Kim!" Myung-Hwa¡¯s voice shook, her panic rising as she sat forward in her seat. "Please, answer me. Where are we going? I need to find Youn-Jae!"


    Still, no response. The air inside the car grew oppressive. Desperation clawed at her as she reached forward, grabbing Mr. Kim''s shoulder, trying to shake him out of his silence. "Answer me!!"


    Without warning, Mr. Kim slammed on the brakes, sending the car into a sudden stop. Myung-Hwa¡¯s body jerked forward violently, nearly hitting the front seat. As she steadied herself, she noticed something that made her blood run cold¡ªa gun, sitting on the passenger seat. Her breath hitched, eyes widening in terror.


    Before she could react, Mr. Kim noticed her staring at the weapon. He swiftly reached for the gun, sliding it into his hand. With a smooth, deliberate motion, he loaded it, the silencer already attached.


    Myung-Hwa¡¯s heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively slammed her back against the seat, pulling Ji-Won protectively toward her. "Mr. Kim," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why do you have a gun? I just want to find my son... What are you doing?"


    Mr. Kim turned slowly, his eyes cold as they locked onto hers. "You won¡¯t be seeing Youn-Jae again. Not from now on," he said, his voice eerily calm as he pointed the gun at her.


    Fear tightened Myung-Hwa¡¯s throat, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She swallowed hard, tears pricking her eyes as she trembled not just from the cold, but from the overwhelming terror gripping her. "Did you lie to me, Mr. Kim? Why are you doing this?" Her voice cracked, the panic spilling over.


    In an instant, she acted. With a surge of adrenaline, she shoved Ji-Won toward the car door, her movements frantic. "Ji-Won, run!" she screamed, her voice filled with desperation.


    "But¡ª" Ji-Won whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks.


    "No! Run! Don¡¯t look back!" Myung-Hwa¡¯s voice broke as she struggled against Mr. Kim, wrestling for control of the gun. Her hands gripped his wrist, forcing the weapon upward toward the ceiling as Mr. Kim fought to bring it back down.


    "Go! Now!" she yelled again, her strength beginning to wane as she fought for both their lives.


    Ji-Won, sobbing and trembling, fumbled with the door handle. His small hands shook as he finally managed to fling the door open. He hesitated for a brief moment, his tear-filled eyes locking onto Myung-Hwa''s as she struggled against Mr. Kim¡¯s overpowering grip.


    "Run, Ji-Won! Run!" she screamed again, her voice hoarse from panic and exertion.


    Ji-Won bolted from the car, his legs weak and unsteady, but he ran. His tiny frame shook as he raced into the night, the cold biting at his skin, his sobs echoing in the darkness. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, terror driving him forward, even though he didn¡¯t know where to go. The only thought in his mind was to escape.


    As he glanced back over his shoulder, he saw a flash of light inside the car¡ªa gunshot. His breath hitched, but he forced himself to look away, his feet pounding against the ground as he ran, his mind consumed by fear.


    ***


    "What a great first day in Seoul... I''m lost," the man muttered under his breath, his knuckles white as they gripped the steering wheel. The heavy snow pelted against the windshield, reducing visibility and making the road treacherous. He leaned closer, squinting through the flakes. The GPS was no help in this weather, and he had already missed several turns. Frustration simmered within him.


    Suddenly, a shadow darted in front of the car. He slammed his foot on the brake, the tires screeching across the icy road. His body lurched forward, crashing into the steering wheel. Heart pounding, he gasped for air, fingers trembling as they fumbled to undo his seatbelt.


    "What the hell was that?" he whispered in shock, his breath visible in the cold air. He scrambled out of the car, boots crunching in the snow, and jogged toward the front of the vehicle.


    His hands instinctively rubbed his face as the headlights revealed the culprit¡ªjust a cat. The small creature sat in the beam, its eyes glowing back at him. Relief washed over him, and he let out a shaky laugh, rubbing his temples in disbelief.


    "Just a cat..." he muttered. But as he turned back toward the driver''s seat, something caught the corner of his eye. His heart clenched.


    Barely visible in the dim light, a small figure was huddled in the corner of the street, pressed against a concrete barrel. A boy. The man¡¯s pulse quickened. He couldn¡¯t leave now.


    "Oh my god... it''s a young boy," he breathed, rushing toward the figure. As he neared, his stomach tightened, the thin body trembling uncontrollably, shivering violently in the biting cold. Tears streaked his pale face, and his shoes were torn, exposing raw skin beneath.


    The man crouched beside him, breath clouding the air as he knelt. "Hey, kid... are you alright?" His voice softened, but the boy, clearly terrified, remained silent, shrinking further into himself. His shoulders heaved with quiet sobs, eyes wide and frightened.


    "Jesus," the man whispered, his own anxiety growing. He wanted to reach out, to comfort the boy, but he hesitated. The child looked so scared, so fragile, and he didn''t want to make things worse. He could see the uncertainty in the boy¡¯s eyes¡ªthe trust wasn¡¯t there yet.


    "What¡¯s your name?" he asked gently, trying to coax a response. Nothing. The boy¡¯s lips trembled, his breath coming out in shaky gasps as he stared ahead, unblinking.


    Minutes ticked by, the temperature dropping, the cold seeping through their clothes. The man¡¯s chest tightened as he glanced around, realizing how dangerous this was. If they didn¡¯t move soon, the boy could freeze.


    "Are you lost? Where are your parents?" His voice was calm, but inside, he was panicking. Still, the boy remained mute, his eyes wide and glazed with fear.


    The man sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked back at the car. Time was running out. "Look, it''s getting colder. You can¡¯t stay out here, alright? You¡¯ll freeze to death," he said, taking a step back, trying to give the boy space. "Come with me, I¡¯ll take you somewhere warm."


    Still, the boy didn¡¯t budge. His small hands clutched the torn fabric of his jacket, his breaths coming in shallow, painful-sounding gasps.


    The man cursed under his breath. He didn¡¯t want to leave the boy, but he couldn¡¯t force him either. Desperation gnawed at him. He turned and walked back toward the driver¡¯s seat, hoping this would spur the boy into action.


    "Alright, if that¡¯s what you want," he said louder than before, opening the door and sliding into the car. He watched through the rearview mirror, praying the boy would follow. He hated playing this kind of game. His heart skipped a beat when he saw movement. The boy, still sobbing and trembling, slowly rose to his feet, weak and unsure. His legs wobbled, but he took tentative steps toward the car. The man sighed in relief, quickly getting out again. He rushed over and knelt in front of the boy, trying not to overwhelm him.


    "Good... good," the man whispered, gently removing his own heavy jacket and wrapping it around the boy¡¯s small, shaking frame. "You¡¯re going to be okay now. Let¡¯s get you warm." He guided the boy to the passenger seat, opening the door and helping him inside.


    As the boy slid into the car, his body still trembling from the cold, the man closed the door softly. He hurried back to the driver¡¯s side, his hands trembling as he turned the heater to full blast, the car was quiet as the warmth slowly filled the space. The boy huddled in the man¡¯s jacket, tears still falling, but his sobs were softer now, almost as if he didn¡¯t believe he was safe yet.


    The man glanced at him again, concern tightening in his chest. "You¡¯re safe now," he whispered, though he wasn¡¯t entirely sure. Snowflakes continued to fall outside, their world a blur of white.


    Who was this boy? And what had happened to him?


    The man had a feeling this night wasn¡¯t over yet.


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 Chapter 7

    Present ¡­¡­¡­¡­...


    The Haesal Caf¨¦, named after the Korean word for "sunshine" was bustling as usual during lunchtime, it¡¯s warm and inviting atmosphere living up to its name. The two-story brown-bricked building stood near a cluster of office buildings, making it the go-to spot for many workers. Outside, a few tables were set up, occupied by regular customers enjoying their break. The caf¨¦ occupied the ground floor, while the second floor served as a private residence for its owner, Uncle Baek, his nephew Ji-Won, and Byeong-Ho, who helped run the caf¨¦.


    "Ji-Won, help me out here!" Uncle Baek¡¯s voice rang out from behind the counter, his tone a little strained from the lunch rush. "Take this to table five, and after that, I need you to handle a delivery. The address is on the receipt."


    "On it, Uncle!" Ji-Won replied with a bright smile, swiftly grabbing the tray. He moved through the crowded caf¨¦ with practiced ease, dodging customers as he made his way to the table.


    Behind the counter, Uncle Baek worked quickly, his hands a blur as he managed orders, frothed milk, and prepared dishes. Byeong-Ho stood at the register, expertly handling the steady stream of customers lining up to place their orders.


    After delivering the drinks, Ji-Won returned to the counter, setting down the empty tray. "Uncle, give me the delivery orders. I¡¯ll drop them off before I head to my part-time," he said, his tone steady and focused despite the busy atmosphere.


    Uncle Baek paused briefly, wiping his brow before handing over a bag of takeaway coffee. "Here you go. Don¡¯t be late for your next shift," he said with a playful grin.


    "Thanks, Uncle. I won¡¯t be long," Ji-Won replied with a nod, taking the bag and heading out the door. As he stepped outside, Uncle Baek watched him leave, a warm smile spreading across his face. His mind wandered back to that freezing night eighteen years ago when he first came across a young Ji-Won, huddled and shivering on the roadside, lost and alone.


    Despite everything Ji-Won had been through, he had grown into a kind, resilient young man. The caf¨¦¡¯s name, Haesal, symbolized the warmth and light Ji-Won brought into his life. With a deep breath, Uncle Baek returned to his work, feeling a quiet sense of pride.


    ***


    Ji-Won hopped onto his bike and sped off, navigating the busy city streets with ease. He parked near the Han Group of Companies, a familiar stop since many of its employees were regular customers. As he approached the security desk, Ji-Won greeted the guard with a polite bow.


    "Sir, I have a delivery for the 18th floor," he said, handing over the receipt.


    The security guard smiled warmly. "Ah, Ji-Won! Good to see you. Head on up. You know the way."


    Ji-Won returned the smile. "Thank you," he said before making his way to the elevator.


    Just as the elevator doors opened, a man rushed past, nearly bumping into Ji-Won. The man quickly apologized, concern written on his face. "I¡¯m so sorry! Are you alright?"


    Ji-Won gave a reassuring smile. "I¡¯m fine, sir. No harm done."


    In the busy lobby, Youn-Jae stood near the entrance, phone to his ear, barely paying attention to his conversation with a friend in America. His focus drifted as his eyes followed Ji-Won, who moved effortlessly with calm grace and polite gestures, completely unaware of Youn-Jae¡¯s lingering gaze.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s expression softened, a subtle smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He found himself captivated by the young man¡¯s presence, the way Ji-Won¡¯s eyes lit up with every smile he gave¡ªso effortlessly charming, so unassuming. What a little pup! he thought, his curiosity piqued as he watched Ji-Won disappear into the elevator.


    ¡°President, is something wrong?¡± his secretary¡¯s voice snapped him back to reality, reminding him of the conversation he had completely tuned out.


    Youn-Jae blinked, shaking his head. ¡°No, nothing. Let¡¯s head up,¡± he replied, though his thoughts lingered on Ji-Won for a moment longer.


    Inside the elevator, Ji-Won stood quietly, adjusting the delivery bag in his hands. His mind wandered briefly as he watched the numbers light up one by one, each floor taking him closer to his destination. The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, revealing the 18th floor.


    ¡°Thank you for keeping me company,¡± Ji-Won said, offering a polite bow to the man who had accidentally bumped into him earlier and had since shared the elevator ride up.


    The man smiled, slightly embarrassed. ¡°No worries, young man. Have a good day.¡±


    Ji-Won made his delivery with the same cheerful professionalism he was known for, leaving the customers with a warm, ¡°Thank you! Enjoy!¡± before heading back to the elevator. His mood was light as he made his way back down to the ground floor, mentally preparing for his next shift.


    As Ji-Won passed through the lobby, something caught his eye. A large screen displayed a striking image of a man, his presence commanding and almost larger-than-life. Ji-Won paused, his breath catching slightly. The man on the screen was stunning, his sharp features and powerful aura reminiscent of a model.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    ¡°Wow,¡± Ji-Won whispered to himself, unable to tear his gaze away. His brown eyes widened with awe, captivated by the image before him.


    Suddenly, a soft voice whispered teasingly in his ear, ¡°Looks good, doesn¡¯t he?¡±


    Ji-Won jumped, startled. He instinctively turned, his hand flying to his ear, but the stranger had already disappeared into the crowd. His heart raced, and his brow furrowed in confusion. ¡°What was that?¡± he muttered, rubbing his ear in irritation. ¡°A pervert, maybe?¡±


    Shaking his head, Ji-Won cast one last glance at the screen before heading for the door, still slightly rattled by the odd encounter.


    Meanwhile, Youn-Jae stood with his secretary near the elevators, his expression unreadable as he mulled over the brief, but impactful, moments he¡¯d observed Ji-Won. That innocent smile, the way he¡¯d stared so intently at the screen¡ªit was endearing in a way that caught him off guard.


    ¡°I¡¯ll get your documents from the office, President. You should wait in the car,¡± his secretary suggested.


    Youn-Jae waved him off, a smirk forming on his lips. ¡°No, it¡¯s fine. It was worth coming back.¡±


    As they waited for the elevator, Secretary Min raised an eyebrow, curious. ¡°Worth it? You seem¡­ different today.¡±


    Youn-Jae chuckled softly but said nothing. Instead, he thought about Ji-Won again.


    The elevator chimed softly as it arrived at the ground floor. Youn-Jae and Secretary Min stepped in, with Secretary Min dutifully pressing the button for the floor where Youn-Jae¡¯s office was located. The silence between them was broken only by the gentle hum of the elevator. As they ascended, a faint smile tugged at the corners of Youn-Jae¡¯s lips¡ªa subtle sign of his lifted mood. Every now and then, a smirk flickered across his face, almost as if he couldn¡¯t suppress it.


    Secretary Min, ever perceptive, raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the unusual lightness in Youn-Jae¡¯s demeanor. ¡°Did something good happen, President?¡± he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity as he glanced sideways.


    ¡°Hm...¡± Youn-Jae tilted his head slightly, as if pondering the question. His brow furrowed, but a mischievous glint remained in his eyes. ¡°I suppose you could say that, yes. For me, at least.¡±


    Secretary Min chuckled, shaking his head knowingly. ¡°It¡¯s written all over your face,¡± he said with a smirk, gesturing toward Youn-Jae¡¯s expression.


    Feigning surprise, Youn-Jae lightly touched his own face as though to check. ¡°Is it really that obvious?¡± His lips curved into a playful grin before he waved a hand dismissively. ¡°Anyway, I¡¯m not in the mood to go out. Let¡¯s just order something here.¡±


    ¡°Are you sure, President?¡± Secretary Min asked, a hint of confusion crossing his features.


    ¡°Yes. Oh, and make sure the delivery person brings it straight to my office.¡±


    Secretary Min¡¯s brows furrowed slightly, the request catching him off guard. ¡°You want the delivery person to hand it directly to you?¡±


    ¡°Yes, is there a problem?¡± Youn-Jae asked, his innocent expression hiding the subtle amusement dancing in his eyes.


    Before Secretary Min could reply, the elevator doors slid open. Youn-Jae stepped out confidently, hands casually tucked into his pockets, his stride smooth and deliberate. Secretary Min followed closely, his eyes narrowing as he muttered under his breath, ¡°What¡¯s he up to now? Must be the jetlag.¡±


    Once inside his office, Youn-Jae settled into his chair, leaning back as he crossed his legs and began to slowly swivel from side to side. A smug smile played on his lips as he recalled the moment earlier when he spotted Ji-Won in the lobby, completely focused on the screen. "I wonder... did I look good on that screen?" he mused aloud, an air of self-satisfaction settling over him. ¡°He couldn¡¯t stop staring,¡± he added, a glint of amusement in his eyes.


    His daydream was interrupted by Secretary Min¡¯s voice cutting through his thoughts. ¡°President, I¡¯ve placed the order, and the delivery person will bring it straight here as requested.¡±


    ¡°Good,¡± Youn-Jae replied, sitting up slightly in his chair. ¡°How long until they arrive?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure. If you¡¯re that eager, I could always make you coffee from the pantry,¡± Secretary Min offered with a teasing smile.


    ¡°Nah.¡± Youn-Jae waved his hand dismissively, though his fingers now drummed impatiently on the desk. Minutes passed, and as the anticipation built, so did his restlessness. The clicking sound of his pen filled the room as he impatiently waited for a knock at the door. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a soft rap came from outside.


    Youn-Jae stood abruptly but quickly composed himself, smoothing out his shirt and settling back into his chair just as the door swung open. Secretary Min stepped aside to let the delivery person in, but Youn-Jae¡¯s excitement faded as soon as he realized the person wasn¡¯t Ji-Won. His disappointment was written clearly across his face. One delivery turned into two, and then more followed from different caf¨¦s, but none of the couriers was Ji-Won.


    Thirty minutes later, ten cups of coffee sat untouched on his desk. Youn-Jae¡¯s initial excitement had soured into frustration. He slumped forward, resting his head on the desk with an audible thud, letting out a long, exasperated sigh.


    Secretary Min glanced at the growing pile of coffee cups, bemused. ¡°So, what are we going to do with all this coffee, President?¡± he asked with a lighthearted chuckle, taking a sip from one of the cups.


    ¡°Just throw it away,¡± Youn-Jae muttered, his voice laced with disappointment as he waved his hand dismissively, his face still buried in his arms.


    Secretary Min shook his head, setting down the cup and returning to his work, while Youn-Jae sulked like a child denied a treat. Youn-Jae grumbled, running a hand through his hair in frustration. ¡°Why didn¡¯t he show up with any of the deliveries?¡±


    The tense atmosphere was suddenly broken by a notification sound from Secretary Min¡¯s laptop. He checked the message and immediately brightened. ¡°President, the university finally responded to our email!¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s mood shifted in an instant, his head snapping up. ¡°Really? What did they say?¡±


    ¡°They¡¯ve accepted our proposal,¡± Secretary Min replied with a smile. ¡°We can start the program, but they suggested kicking it off next spring semester.¡±


    ¡°Next year?!¡± Youn-Jae frowned, his earlier excitement giving way to impatience. ¡°We might not even be here next month.¡±


    Secretary Min remained calm. ¡°It¡¯s up to you, President. We can always monitor it from Germany and schedule annual visits.¡±


    Youn-Jae considered for a moment, then nodded decisively. ¡°Alright. Let¡¯s move forward with it.¡±


    Secretary Min resumed typing, sending off the final confirmation. As he worked, Youn-Jae leaned back in his chair, the earlier frustration returning in a wave. ¡°And don¡¯t forget to follow up on that orphanage inquiry I mentioned,¡± he added, his tone quieter now.


    ¡°It¡¯s already scheduled, President,¡± Secretary Min confirmed. ¡°I¡¯ll keep you updated.¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s expression softened as he thought back to his real reason for being in Korea. Finding Ji-Won had become more than just a passing thought¡ªit was a mission. His mother had worked at the orphanage years ago, and he clung to the hope that Ji-Won might have passed through there after her death. Searching through university records was a gamble, but it was the only lead he had.


    The story doesn''t end here......

 Chapter 8

    The convenience store buzzed with the familiar hum of fluorescent lights and the gentle whoosh of the automatic doors, costumers wondered through the aisles, their footsteps a rhythmic shuffle against the tiled floor, the soft chime of the register punctuated the steady flow of transactions.


    "Oh god, finally, part-time is over! I should get going now. Uncle must be waiting for me," Ji-won muttered to himself as he clocked out.


    Ji-Won waved his hand to Hye-Rin, offering her a warm smile before pushing open the glass door of the store. As he stepped outside, he walked over to the small spot where his bike was parked, bending down to unchain it. He felt the cool breeze brushing against his face and tousling his hair as he began riding home.


    As he pedaled, his thoughts drifted, and he found himself considering that maybe it was finally time to enroll in college. After high school, Ji-Won had decided to put off college for a while to earn enough for his tuition fees. Though life had been tough, he was deeply grateful to his Uncle Baek for taking care of him since that bitterly cold winter night when he was picked up.


    Ji-Won glanced up at the sky, his expression softening as he remembered those early days. His gratitude was not just for the shelter and meals but for the sense of family and belonging that his uncle had provided. He knew he owed it to himself and his uncle to pursue his dreams.


    When Ji-Won finally returned to the caf¨¦, he quickly rushed upstairs to get ready for dinner ¡°This time, I¡¯m going to make it happen,¡± he thought to himself, setting the table. Ji-Won was more certain than ever that he would put his full effort into enrolling for the next school year.


    Uncle Baek walked into the cozy kitchen of their small apartment above the caf¨¦, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Ji-Won busy at the stove. "What did my Won-won cook for dinner?" he asked with a teasing smile, his voice filled with affection.


    Ji-Won looked up and returned the smile, warmth evident in his eyes. "Hurry up and wash up, Uncle, so we can eat," he replied gently, setting the last dish on the table.


    After Uncle Baek finished washing his hands with quick, practiced movements, they both sat down at the small kitchen table. The soft clinking of cutlery and the rich aroma of the home-cooked meal enveloped the room, creating a comforting, intimate atmosphere. Ji-Won took a moment to appreciate the scene¡ªa humble dinner shared with someone who truly cared for him. The warmth wasn¡¯t just from the food; it was from the connection between them, something deeper that made him feel at home.


    Between bites, they exchanged stories of their day. Ji-Won chuckled as Uncle Baek animatedly recounted a small mishap in the caf¨¦, where Byeong-Ho had nearly dropped a tray of drinks. In turn, Ji-Won shared his own lighter moments, the two laughing together, letting the small joys of their day bind them even closer.


    Uncle Baek smiled broadly, his eyes crinkling with warmth. ¡°Thank you for the delicious dinner, Won-won! You¡¯re the best,¡± he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.


    Ji-Won returned the smile, but his reply was casual, trying to deflect the praise. ¡°You¡¯re welcome, Uncle. By the way, Byeong-Ho said he¡¯s having dinner with Hye-Rin tonight, so he¡¯ll be home late.¡±


    Uncle Baek gave a thoughtful nod, his expression softening as he glanced at Ji-Won. He set his fork down, his tone shifting to one of gentle concern. ¡°What¡¯s your plan?¡± he asked, his words carrying a weight that Ji-Won instantly recognized.


    Ji-Won¡¯s smile faltered for a split second, but he quickly masked it, scratching the back of his head with a feigned cluelessness. ¡°Hmm? Plans?¡± he echoed, offering a broad, almost exaggerated smile to cover his discomfort.


    Uncle Baek saw through it, raising a knowing eyebrow. ¡°Yes, you know what I¡¯m talking about,¡± he said, his voice calm but firm. There was no judgment, only concern.


    Ji-Won¡¯s gaze dropped to his plate for a moment before he forced himself to meet his uncle¡¯s eyes, a reassuring smile still lingering on his lips. ¡°Oh, don¡¯t worry about that, Uncle. I¡¯ve got it under control,¡± he replied, trying to sound confident, though the slight tremor in his voice betrayed the uncertainty he felt. His mind was racing with thoughts of tuition, part-time jobs, and the weight of the future looming over him.


    Uncle Baek held Ji-Won¡¯s gaze for a moment longer, his eyes searching for any sign of the worry Ji-Won was hiding, but he let it go, choosing not to press further. Instead, they returned to lighter conversation, talking about the caf¨¦, random news, and shared anecdotes that brought their laughter back to the table.


    After dinner, Ji-Won immediately stood up, clearing the plates before Uncle Baek could protest. ¡°I¡¯ll do the dishes, Uncle. You go ahead and rest,¡± he insisted, flashing a quick grin as he moved to the sink.


    Uncle Baek gave in with a tired chuckle. ¡°Alright, alright, but don¡¯t stay up too late,¡± he warned, a hint of fatherly affection in his voice as he headed off to his room.


    Once Ji-Won finished cleaning up, the kitchen now silent and spotless, he retreated to his room. After a quick wash, he laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was dim, the faint hum of the night outside his only companion as his thoughts began to drift.


    He couldn¡¯t help but think of his Hyung¡ªYoun-Jae. ¡°Did he still remember me?¡± The question lingered in Ji-Won¡¯s mind, heavy and unspoken. He wondered if Youn-Jae ever thought about finding him, if there was still a connection between them after all these years. Ji-Won¡¯s eyes shifted to the wall, his expression softening as memories flooded his mind¡ªmemories of his childhood with Youn-Jae and the promise that they would never leave each other behind.


    ¡°What if¡­ what if we could meet again?¡± The thought sparked both hope and fear in his chest, his fingers curling slightly against the blanket. A mixture of longing and uncertainty washed over him as he lay there, lost in the possibilities of their shared past and the unknown future.


    Before he knew it, sleep began to pull him under. His heart still ached with the weight of what could have been, but somewhere deep down, a fragile hope remained¡ªthat they would be given another chance, that maybe, just maybe, they would find each other again.


    As he slipped into unconsciousness, Ji-Won¡¯s last thought was of Youn-Jae¡ªhis long-lost Hyung¡ªand the faint hope that, wherever he was, Youn-Jae was thinking of him too.


    ***


    It was a late Friday afternoon when Youn-Jae decided to go for a walk near his apartment. Dressed casually in a plain black T-shirt, shorts, a cap pulled low over his eyes, and shades that concealed most of his face, he savored the rare freedom of being away from his father¡¯s constant surveillance. It felt less suffocating now.This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    ¡°Damn! I think I¡¯m lost. What was I thinking, taking a walk?¡± Youn-Jae muttered under his breath, glancing at his watch with an irritated frown. The golden light of the late afternoon was already beginning to soften. ¡°It¡¯s getting late. Should I just call Secretary Min to pick me up?¡± he sighed, pulling out his phone.


    As he tapped out a message to his secretary, Youn-Jae¡¯s eyes swept over the street, searching for some sense of direction. Then, a small convenience store caught his eye. Deciding to wait there, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and headed toward the store. The chime of the door as he entered was followed by a blast of cold air that hit him like a wave, causing him to shiver involuntarily.


    ¡°Welcome, sir!¡± a cheerful voice rang out.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s eyes flicked toward the counter, and his breath caught for a moment. It was Ji-Won. His presence immediately grounded the room in an unexpected way. Youn-Jae blinked, taken aback. ¡°So, this is where he works... I¡¯ve been wrong the whole time¡±. He let the thought hang in the back of his mind, his expression cool and unreadable as he scanned the shelves. Youn-Jae grabbed a few random items and approached the counter. Ji-Won stood there, his bright smile unwavering,


    ¡°Your total is 3,000 won, sir,¡± Ji-Won said, his voice warm but a little cautious, almost as if trying to gauge the stranger in front of him. ¡°He¡¯s tall. I can¡¯t see his face clearly with the cap and shades, but I bet he¡¯s handsome¡± Ji-Won thought, trying to maintain his composure.


    ¡°Do you accept card payments?¡± Youn-Jae asked, his voice steady, calm, and detached, though there was a flicker of something hidden beneath that smooth exterior.


    ¡°Yes, that will do, sir,¡± Ji-Won replied with a nod, keeping his tone light and professional. His fingers brushed Youn-Jae¡¯s as he took the card, a momentary jolt of awareness passing through both of them.


    Just as the transaction finished, a voice cut through the store. ¡°Won-won Oppa! Can you help me with this new delivery? It¡¯s heavy,¡± Hye-Rin called out with excitement, practically bouncing over to the counter.


    ¡°Sure, I¡¯m coming,¡± Ji-Won answered, stepping away from the register, his movements easy and fluid.


    ¡°Thank you, Oppa!¡± Hye-Rin grinned brightly, completely oblivious to the tension in the air.


    At the sound of Ji-Won¡¯s nickname, Youn-Jae froze for a second, his lips curling into a subtle smirk. ¡°So, that¡¯s what they call him,¡± he mused, pushing the door open and stepping outside, though he didn¡¯t leave. Instead, he took a seat in one of the plastic chairs nearby, cracking open the can of soda he¡¯d just purchased. He took a slow sip, his eyes casually following Ji-Won¡¯s movements through the glass, now busy helping with the delivery and offering customers his usual bright smiles.


    "Guess I''m in the mood for something... different. ¡°Youn-Jae muttered to himself, leaning back in his chair. His gaze lingered on Ji-Won, something unspoken bubbling beneath the surface¡ªan interest, a curiosity he hadn¡¯t anticipated.


    Suddenly, the sharp ring of his phone cut through his thoughts, and he let out an exasperated sigh before answering. ¡°Yes, Father?¡± His voice was flat, his earlier calm replaced with a layer of irritation.


    ¡°How¡¯s your apartment? I told you to stay at the house. It¡¯s more comfortable here,¡± his father¡¯s authoritative voice boomed from the other end, every word a thinly veiled command.


    ¡°I¡¯m all good, Father,¡± Youn-Jae replied, a sarcastic smile tugging at his lips. ¡°Besides, this ¡®little vacation¡¯ feels more like a break in the office, so it¡¯s best I stay nearby.¡±


    ¡°You! Just make sure you¡¯re not messing around,¡± his father warned, the irritation in his voice palpable.


    ¡°Oh, yes, Father. Don¡¯t worry. I¡¯ll be a good boy, as always,¡± Youn-Jae replied smoothly, his voice dripping with false obedience.


    There was a brief pause before his father sighed. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll hang up now,¡± he said, ending the call abruptly.


    Youn-Jae lowered the phone from his ear and stared at it for a moment, his jaw tightening. He pocketed it with a practiced, controlled movement, leaning back once again in the chair. His expression was unreadable as he settled back into his quiet observation, watching Ji-Won from the corner of his eye.


    Whatever this game was, Youn-Jae was just getting started and wasn¡¯t ready to walk away from it yet.


    ***


    In the grand mansion, a tense atmosphere filled the air as Seo-Joon faced off against his father. Having unexpectedly returned from America, he felt the weight of the Chairman''s icy stare upon him. Seo-Joon¡¯s heart raced with a mix of apprehension and defiance, a storm of emotions brewing within him, fueled by his complicated feelings toward his younger brother, Youn-Jae.


    "What are you doing here?!" the Chairman snapped, slamming his book shut with a loud thud that echoed through the opulent room. His face twisted in anger, lips pressed into a thin line as his disappointment radiated from him.


    Seo-Joon straightened his posture, squaring his shoulders defiantly. ¡°Am I not allowed to come back home?¡± he retorted, his voice firm yet tinged with an edge of bitterness, his brow furrowing with frustration.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you have enough work at the company? What are you doing wasting time here!? I don¡¯t need you unless I call for you!¡± The Chairman¡¯s tone was sharp, dismissing Seo-Joon''s presence as if it were a mere annoyance.


    Seo-Joon''s frustration simmered just beneath the surface, and his jaw tightened as he met his father¡¯s gaze, refusing to back down. ¡°I don¡¯t get it, Father. You let Youn-Jae come back here, but not me?¡± His voice quivered slightly, betraying the mix of hurt and anger he felt.


    The rivalry between the brothers hung heavy in the air, thick with unresolved tension. Seo-Joon could feel the sting of perceived injustice; as the eldest son, he carried the weight of expectations. Yet, time and again, he witnessed his father¡¯s preference for Youn-Jae, a wound that never healed. ¡°Why him?¡± he thought, resentment bubbling as memories of the past replayed in his mind.


    ¡°Don¡¯t you remember the mess you caused back then?¡± The Chairman¡¯s voice cut through Seo-Joon¡¯s thoughts, laced with contempt. ¡°If you hadn¡¯t run away on your wedding day, you wouldn¡¯t be a disgrace to this family! If you weren¡¯t my son, you wouldn¡¯t enjoy this life of luxury! You disregarded everything I set up for you. You¡¯re an embarrassment to me!¡± Each word was like a knife, aimed at Seo-Joon''s heart.


    The Chairman stormed off to his study, slamming the door behind him with a deafening bang that reverberated through the mansion. Seo-Joon stood frozen, fists clenched at his sides, rage coursing through him like wildfire.


    ¡°One day, Father, you¡¯ll regret everything,¡± he thought bitterly, his eyes darkening as he glared at the closed door. ¡°You¡¯ll end up alone, with no one by your side.¡±


    Moments later, Secretary Choi entered the study room with quiet resolve, his steps deliberate. He approached Seo-Joon, who had now assumed the role of Vice Chairman of Han Group, and leaned in, whispering urgent information in his ear.


    ¡°Is that so?¡± Seo-Joon replied, raising an eyebrow with mild interest, though his expression remained cold and calculating.


    ¡°Yes, Vice Chairman,¡± Secretary Choi confirmed, his voice steady yet respectful, aware of the volatile situation.


    ¡°Just keep an eye on him. We all know he likes to play around outside of business,¡± Seo-Joon instructed, his voice dripping with disdain. He turned his gaze toward the window, his thoughts already spiraling into plans, determination hardening his features as he thought of Youn-Jae. There was no room for mistakes; Seo-Joon was resolute in not allowing his father¡¯s favoritism to go unchecked.


    ¡°Oh, by the way, how is he?¡± Seo-Joon asked, his tone sharp and impatient, casting a sidelong glance at Secretary Choi.


    Secretary Choi hesitated, his expression clouded with unease. He spoke with a hint of worry, occasionally shaking his head in disappointment. ¡°There have been some complications,¡± he relayed, clearly reluctant to deliver bad news.


    ¡°Why is everyone getting on my nerves today?¡± Seo-Joon muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in exasperation, visibly agitated.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Vice Chairman,¡± Secretary Choi apologized, bowing slightly. ¡°Once we return to America, I¡¯ll make sure to handle it properly.¡±


    Seo-Joon¡¯s eyes narrowed as he turned back to Secretary Choi. ¡°Keep a closer eye on that stubborn one as well,¡± he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative. ¡°Make sure he doesn¡¯t make any stupid decisions until the right time.¡±


    Secretary Choi nodded, fully understanding the weight of Seo-Joon''s words, and quickly exited the room, leaving Seo-Joon standing by the window, deep in thought, his mind racing with schemes and unresolved feelings toward Youn-Jae.


    The story doesn''t end here......

 Chapter 9

    Ji-Won and Uncle Baek had just wrapped up a busy day at the caf¨¦. The air was heavy with exhaustion, but there was also a comforting sense of accomplishment as they locked the doors for the night. As Uncle Baek shuffled behind the counter to tidy up, he spotted a letter he''d received that morning but had forgotten to read. Curious, he tore it open, his eyes scanning the page. The moment his gaze reached the bottom of the letter, his face paled, and his hand trembled slightly, the lines on his forehead deepening with concern.


    Ji-Won, noticing the sudden shift in his uncle¡¯s demeanor, stepped closer. ¡°Uncle Baek¡­ what¡¯s wrong?¡± His voice was quiet but filled with unease, sensing something was terribly off.


    Uncle Baek let out a heavy sigh and handed the letter to Ji-Won. ¡°It¡¯s bad news, Ji-Won. The building¡­ it¡¯s been sold. The new owner plans to redevelop the property. We¡¯ve only got a month to vacate.¡±


    The words hit Ji-Won like a punch to the gut. His eyes widened, scanning the letter in disbelief. The caf¨¦ wasn¡¯t just a business¡ªit was their home, a sanctuary that held memories, comfort, and community. His throat tightened as reality sank in, but when he looked up at his uncle, who seemed utterly defeated, Ji-Won¡¯s heart hardened with resolve. He couldn¡¯t let this happen. Not to Uncle Baek, not to the place they both cherished.


    ¡°We¡¯ll figure something out,¡± Ji-Won said, determination lacing his voice as he clenched his fists. ¡°I won¡¯t let them take this place from us.¡±


    ***


    For the next few days, Ji-Won threw himself into an intense search, determined to find out more about the sale. After long hours of digging, he uncovered the source: the Han Group, a notorious conglomerate with a ruthless reputation for expanding at the expense of small businesses. His stomach twisted in knots as the weight of their situation bore down on him, but Ji-Won was undeterred. He couldn¡¯t let Uncle Baek down.


    With steely resolve, Ji-Won decided to confront the issue head-on. He marched into the imposing lobby of the Han Group¡¯s building, his pulse quickening as he approached the receptionist. His back was straight, his steps brisk but tense. He explained his situation calmly, requesting to speak with someone involved in the sale. The receptionist, recognizing him from previous caf¨¦ deliveries, gave him a polite but firm smile.


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but you¡¯ll need to make an appointment,¡± she said gently. ¡°There¡¯s no one available to meet with you right now.¡±


    Ji-Won¡¯s shoulders slumped, and a sense of helplessness threatened to overwhelm him. With a defeated sigh, he turned away from the desk. His mind was swirling with disappointment, frustration weighing heavy in his chest. Lost in thought, he didn¡¯t see the man standing just a few steps away until it was too late. He bumped into him hard, causing the man¡¯s phone to slip from his hand and crash to the floor with a loud crack.


    Youn-Jae, who had been engrossed in a phone call, turned with a startled expression. His surprise quickly morphed into irritation as he crouched down to inspect the shattered screen. ¡°Seriously?¡± he muttered under his breath, his brow furrowing in annoyance.


    Ji-Won, flustered and embarrassed, quickly crouched beside him. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry, sir! I¡¯ll pay for the damage,¡± he stammered, his eyes wide with genuine remorse as he scrambled to help.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s eyes narrowed slightly, recognizing Ji-Won immediately. His heart thudded in excitement at the coincidence, but he suppressed it, maintaining an annoyed facade. ¡°Watch where you¡¯re going next time. You broke my phone,¡± he snapped, his tone sharp, but a subtle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He wasn¡¯t angry¡ªhe was intrigued.


    Before Ji-Won could reply, Secretary Min rushed over, his face etched with concern. ¡°What¡¯s going on here?¡± he asked, his voice tense.


    ¡°It¡¯s nothing. Just a little accident,¡± Youn-Jae replied curtly, brushing off his clothes and standing tall, arms crossing over his chest. His tone was cold, but his eyes flicked toward Ji-Won, a flicker of amusement playing in them.


    Ji-Won, still on his knees, looked up, meeting Youn-Jae¡¯s gaze. His breath caught in his throat as he realized who he had bumped into. ¡°Oh¡­ it¡¯s you,¡± Ji-Won murmured, pointing a finger in recognition, his face lighting up with a mix of surprise and awe.


    ¡°What?¡± Youn-Jae responded, his voice laced with thinly veiled impatience, though his lips twitched into a half-smile. He liked the attention.


    ¡°I¡ªI¡¯ve seen you before. You¡¯re the model I saw on the screen here last time, right?¡± Ji-Won asked, his tone shy, a flush creeping up his neck as he scratched his head in embarrassment.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s smirk deepened, eyes glinting with mischief. ¡°A model, huh? Well, I guess I do look the part,¡± he replied, his voice softening, slipping into a more playful tone as he leaned a little closer to Ji-Won, sensing an opportunity. There was something about this encounter that intrigued him.


    Ji-Won, realizing he was staring too much, quickly looked away, his cheeks turning rosy. ¡°I¡¯m really sorry about the phone. How can I contact you to pay for it?¡± Ji-Won asked hurriedly, eager to avoid further embarrassment.


    Youn-Jae exchanged a brief glance with Secretary Min, nodding for him to take over. With practiced efficiency, Secretary Min pulled a pen and paper from his file case. ¡°I can take your number,¡± he said calmly, handing the paper to Ji-Won.


    Ji-Won scribbled his number down and wrote ¡®Won,¡¯¡± feeling suddenly self-conscious. ¡°And you, sir¡­ may I know your name?¡± he asked hesitantly, his gaze flicking back to Youn-Jae, still unaware of who he was truly dealing with.


    ¡°Kyle,¡± Youn-Jae answered smoothly, though a flicker of something unspoken passed between him and Secretary Min. The secretary¡¯s lips tightened, his brow raising ever so slightly in suspicion, but he said nothing.


    Youn-Jae stepped forward, leaning down ever so slightly, his presence looming closer to Ji-Won. ¡°Won, huh?¡± His voice was low, almost a whisper, dripping with an unfamiliar warmth that sent a shiver down Ji-Won¡¯s spine. ¡°I¡¯ll text you. We can settle this then,¡± he added, his words laced with hidden intentions, a smirk tugging at his lips before he turned on his heel, walking away with a sense of finality.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    Secretary Min gave Ji-Won a polite bow before following after Youn-Jae, leaving Ji-Won standing in the lobby, heart pounding, unsure of what had just happened¡ªor why the brief encounter left him feeling unsettled and intrigued.


    ***


    Secretary Min¡¯s grip tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he glanced at the rearview mirror. His eyes met Youn-Jae¡¯s reflection, seated in the back with his gaze turned to the window. The silence in the car felt thick, heavy with unsaid words. Three days had passed since Youn-Jae''s encounter with Ji-Won, and today, they were meeting again.


    "Are you really sure about this, President?" Secretary Min asked, his voice edged with concern. His eyes flickered toward Youn-Jae again, trying to gauge his mood.


    Youn-Jae didn¡¯t respond right away. He leaned back in his seat, fingers drumming idly against the armrest as a slow breath escaped his lips. Finally, his mouth curved into a faint smirk. "What¡¯s with the overreaction?" he replied, his tone sharp with irritation, but his eyes betrayed a sense of anticipation, something darker brewing beneath the surface.


    Secretary Min hesitated, his gaze flickering between the road and the mirror. "This is Korea," he said quietly, lowering his voice as though the truth carried weight. "Not Germany. Not America. You can¡¯t play your games here without consequences. Your father is close by. If he finds out what you¡¯re doing..." He let the threat hang in the air.


    Youn-Jae waved his hand dismissively, rolling his eyes with a lazy arrogance. "Don¡¯t worry about it. I¡¯ve slipped away from worse."


    Secretary Min sighed but said nothing further. His warning lingered, heavy in the silence between them. Just as he pulled into the restaurant''s parking lot, he cast another glance in the mirror, his brows furrowing. "We¡¯re here, President."


    Youn-Jae stepped out of the car, straightening his jacket. His demeanor shifted¡ªan effortless confidence took over as he approached the restaurant. The cozy, inviting vibe of the place was a stark contrast to his predatory aura. As soon as his eyes found Ji-Won sitting by the window, he smirked. There was something in that smirk¡ªcalculated, like a hunter eyeing its prey.


    Ji-Won sat at the table, fidgeting slightly, his hands wrapped around a glass of water. The soft lighting of the restaurant accentuated his features, casting a warm glow over his tense posture. He looked up when the door chimed, eyes widening slightly as Youn-Jae strolled in, one hand casually in his pocket, the other brushing through his hair as if he had all the time in the world.


    Youn-Jae took his time walking over, savoring the moment. His smirk deepened as he saw Ji-Won¡¯s nervous glance, ¡°Perfect,¡± Youn-Jae thought, relishing the control he was beginning to feel.


    "Won," Youn-Jae greeted smoothly, pulling out the chair across from him. He sat down with an easy grace, his eyes never leaving Ji-Won¡¯s face. "Sorry to keep you waiting."


    Ji-Won¡¯s lips parted slightly, and he quickly shook his head, clearly flustered. "Oh, no, it¡¯s fine. I¡ªI wasn¡¯t waiting long," he said, his voice soft and unsure, eyes flickering nervously between Youn-Jae¡¯s piercing gaze and the table.


    Youn-Jae leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed yet dominating, his fingers tracing slow, idle circles on the table¡¯s edge. "Good to know. You looked... tense for a moment there. Nervous?" His voice dropped just enough to make Ji-Won squirm, though the words carried an almost playful lilt.


    Ji-Won blinked, clearly taken aback. His eyes darted around as if searching for the right words. "No, not nervous. Just¡ªuh, I was thinking about the caf¨¦."


    Youn-Jae frowned slightly, leaning forward with interest, his elbows resting on the table as his gaze locked onto Ji-Won. ¡°The caf¨¦...?¡± His tone was smooth but edged with confusion, as if trying to piece something together. ¡°What caf¨¦? Didn¡¯t you like it here? We can change the place if you don¡¯t.¡±


    Ji-Won quickly shook his head, feeling a tightening in his chest. His hands gripped the glass of water, knuckles paling under the pressure. "No, not this. It¡¯s the caf¨¦ we¡¯ve been running for eighteen years. The building was sold to Han Group... and we have to shut it down. I don¡¯t know what to do," he admitted, his voice strained.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s expression softened slightly, but there was an undercurrent in his tone that Ji-Won couldn¡¯t place. ¡°I see. The caf¨¦ is your home,¡± he said, almost sympathetically, though his eyes never left Ji-Won¡¯s face. ¡°But things change, Won. Sometimes... you have to let go.¡±


    Ji-Won swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. His eyes flickered with uncertainty. ¡°It¡¯s not easy to let go,¡± he murmured, barely above a whisper, as if saying it out loud made the situation even more unbearable.


    Youn-Jae leaned closer, his voice dropping to a soft whisper, intimate, almost conspiratorial. ¡°Maybe... you just need the right person to help you through it,¡± he said, his eyes glinting with something more than simple concern. His words carried a hidden weight, a promise wrapped in charm and danger.


    Ji-Won¡¯s breath hitched. The closeness, the intensity¡ªit was too much. He straightened in his seat, trying to distance himself from the tension building between them. "I¡ªI don¡¯t even know who to ask for help. Honestly, the day I bumped into you at the building... I was there trying to find someone¡ªanyone¡ªwho could help."


    A brief pause hung in the air before Youn-Jae leaned back slightly, his smirk returning. ¡°Well... lucky for you, Won, maybe I can help.¡± His voice was calm, but there was a predatory glint in his eyes now, as if he enjoyed watching Ji-Won squirm.


    Ji-Won hesitated, biting his lip as uncertainty crept into his mind. He was about to respond, but before the words could leave his mouth, Youn-Jae leaned back further in his chair, his posture relaxed and confident. ¡°Don¡¯t worry,¡± he said lightly, waving a hand dismissively. ¡°I¡¯m close to someone higher up at the Han Group. I can pull a few strings.¡±


    Ji-Won¡¯s heart raced. His mind was spinning. ¡°But I haven¡¯t even paid for the damage to your phone yet. And now you¡¯re offering to help me... with something this big?¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s eyes never wavered, sharp and focused, as if he were testing the waters. ¡°I¡¯m good at helping,¡± he replied smoothly, his lips curling into a knowing smile. ¡°Especially when it¡¯s something... important.¡±


    Ji-Won forced a small, awkward laugh, trying to break the tension that was creeping over him. ¡°Yeah, you must have some serious connections. I mean, there¡¯s no way your photo¡¯s up on that giant screen if you don¡¯t have some pull at the company.¡±


    Youn-Jae chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head. ¡°Oh, that photo? Do I really look like a model to you?¡± His smile widened, lightening the mood for just a moment.


    Ji-Won¡¯s lips twitched into a small smile, though the tension still lingered. ¡°Yes. Aren¡¯t you?¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s grin grew more playful, but there was a hint of something darker beneath it. ¡°Oh, of course I am,¡± he teased, a touch of arrogance creeping into his tone.


    Ji-Won lowered his gaze, his voice softening. ¡°But Sir... what can I do for you in exchange for your help?¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s smile didn¡¯t falter. He raised a hand, waving off the question as if it were trivial. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it for now. I haven¡¯t done anything yet.¡± His eyes lingered on Ji-Won for a moment longer before he added with a subtle, knowing grin, ¡°I¡¯ll let you know if something comes to mind.¡±


    Ji-Won exhaled, a mix of relief and unease settling in his chest. ¡°You¡¯re... really nice. Thank you.¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s gaze flickered with something unreadable. ¡°Nice, huh?¡± he murmured more to himself than to Ji-Won. ¡°Alright, let¡¯s stop with the serious talk for now. Let¡¯s order something.¡±


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 Chapter 10

    Secretary Min raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise breaking through his usually composed demeanor. "Are you certain about this, President? This isn¡¯t within your jurisdiction. If your father catches wind of this, you could end up dead¡ªor worse, exiled to some remote island prison. And are you sure you¡¯re satisfied with the information we have on the building? There¡¯s not much to go on¡ªjust that it¡¯s been sold, and Mr. Baek Kang is listed as a long-term tenant." His tone was light, almost teasing, but the concern beneath it was unmistakable.


    Youn-Jae leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of confidence and nonchalance. His lips curved into a playful smirk, his fingers idly tapping the armrest as though he were entertaining a minor inconvenience rather than a potential disaster. He waved a dismissive hand, the gesture slow and deliberate. "I don¡¯t see the need to waste time digging any further when I¡¯m only toying with him," he said, his voice smooth, tinged with cool indifference. His dark eyes flickered with a glint of defiance as he added, "And as for Father, I¡¯ll handle him like I always do."


    Secretary Min studied him for a moment longer, his cautious gaze scanning Youn-Jae¡¯s expression for a trace of hesitation. Finding none, he sighed softly, his hands clasping behind his back in a gesture of resigned professionalism. ¡°Very well, President. But do keep in mind, your time here is limited. You need to return soon. It might be wise to avoid... entanglements like this.¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s smirk deepened, but he didn¡¯t reply. Instead, he swiveled his chair slightly, his gaze shifting toward the city skyline outside the window. The weight of his decisions lingered in the air, but his composed exterior betrayed no hint of uncertainty, only the quiet resolve of a man used to navigating dangerous games.


    Youn-Jae clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes in exaggerated exasperation. "I know, I know," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, as if even the thought of responsibility was tedious. His gaze flickered to the side, impatient. "Just focus on what I told you. I¡¯ve got it under control."


    Youn-Jae leaned back into his chair, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he ran a hand through his hair. ¡°Damn,¡± he muttered, amusement glinting in his eyes. ¡°I wasn¡¯t looking for anything serious. It was just a bit of fun, you know? Flirting with him, those brown, mesmerizing eyes... when he looks at you, it¡¯s like they¡¯re pulling you in. I thought it¡¯d be a good way to pass the time while I¡¯m stuck here. Nothing more, just to keep myself entertained.¡± He chuckled, his tone light, as if the whole thing were a game to him.


    With a resigned nod, Secretary Min turned to leave, though the tension in his posture revealed his unease. "Alright, I¡¯ll proceed with your instructions." Without further hesitation, he exited the office, leaving Youn-Jae alone.


    As soon as the door clicked shut, Youn-Jae let out a long, frustrated sigh, his cool facade dropping for just a second. He raked a hand through his perfectly styled hair, messing it slightly as his expression darkened. He reclined back once more, this time with a lazy arrogance, crossing his arms over his chest as if the weight of his decisions meant nothing to him. The thrill of playing with fire¡ªflirting with trouble¡ªwas more appealing than any looming threat from his father.


    ***


    Uncle Baek held the letter, his brow furrowing as he read the update. ¡°Looks like there¡¯s a delay in the building¡¯s construction,¡± he said, his voice carrying a mix of relief and lingering uncertainty. He glanced up, meeting Ji-Won¡¯s distant gaze across the counter. ¡°They¡¯ve given us six more months to stay.¡±


    Ji-Won rushed to Uncle Baek, his heart pounding with a blend of hope and uncertainty as he peered at the letter. ¡°We got the extension... It must be Sir Kyle¡¯s help,¡± he murmured, half to himself, his voice barely rising above a whisper. Memories of his conversation with Youn-Jae flooded his mind¡ªa reminder of the support he hadn¡¯t yet shared with Uncle Baek. Clutching the letter tightly, Ji-Won¡¯s thoughts drifted, his brow furrowing in contemplation. ¡°Should I expect a call from him now? Or would it be better if I reached out first to thank him?¡± The weight of the decision settled heavily on his chest, a mix of gratitude and hesitation swirling within him.


    ¡°Ji-Won¡­ Ji-Won!¡± Uncle Baek called out, waving a hand to capture his attention.


    Startled, Ji-Won blinked rapidly, pulling himself from his reverie. ¡°Sorry, Uncle,¡± he replied, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.


    Uncle Baek frowned, concern etched across his features. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±


    ¡°Ah, no, Uncle. Nothing to worry about,¡± Ji-Won insisted, forcing a small smile that didn¡¯t quite reach his eyes. ¡°Can I leave you for a bit and go upstairs?¡±


    Uncle Baek nodded, giving Ji-Won a reassuring pat on the shoulder. ¡°Sure, sure. Go ahead.¡±


    Just then, Byeong-Ho appeared, curiosity shining in his eyes as he glanced toward the stairs where Ji-Won had just disappeared. ¡°What happened to Hyung, Uncle?¡± he asked, concern lacing his voice.


    Uncle Baek sighed, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully. ¡°Beats me, I don¡¯t know either.¡± He turned to Byeong-Ho, his expression softening. ¡°Are you done with your packing?¡±


    ¡°Oh, yes, Uncle. I¡¯ve packed up the things we don¡¯t need,¡± Byeong-Ho replied, dusting off his hands.


    Uncle Baek smiled faintly, though a hint of sadness lingered in his eyes. ¡°Ji-Won must be really upset about having to move out so suddenly. Even with the extra time, this place has been his home for eighteen years. Saying goodbye isn¡¯t easy.¡±


    Byeong-Ho nodded, casting a sympathetic glance up the stairs. ¡°Yeah, I can¡¯t imagine how hard this must be for him. I hope he¡¯s okay.¡±


    Uncle Baek folded his arms, eyeing Byeong-Ho with a concerned look. ¡°And you? What¡¯s your plan? You should get back to school. Isn¡¯t it your last year in senior high? You need to prioritize that.¡±


    Byeong-Ho hesitated, a small, hesitant smile tugging at his lips. ¡°Actually, Uncle... I wanted to ask, if the extension is due, can I go with you and Hyung? I¡¯ve been staying here, and I¡¯d like to leave with you guys. Is that okay?¡±


    ¡°But you still have parents. I know they¡¯ve done wrong by you, but she¡¯s still your mother,¡± Uncle Baek exclaimed, disbelief and concern flickering in his gaze as he gently slapped Byeong-Ho''s shoulder. ¡°You stubborn kid! Shouldn¡¯t you at least go back to school while you still can?¡± His voice held a mix of exasperation and care, as if he were trying to reach through Byeong-Ho¡¯s stubbornness to help him see the bigger picture.


    ¡°Ouch! Uncle, please,¡± Byeong-Ho winced, rubbing his shoulder but unable to suppress a sheepish grin. ¡°I just want to go wherever you and Hyung go.¡±


    ¡°And then what? We all starve to death, the three of us?¡± Uncle Baek scolded, though his tone softened with concern.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    ¡°But Uncle, I really don¡¯t want to go back to my mother and stepfather. You know they always beat me,¡± Byeong-Ho pleaded, his voice trembling slightly, eyes wide with desperation. ¡°Please, Uncle.¡±


    Uncle Baek¡¯s expression softened, his brows furrowing in contemplation. ¡°Okay, okay. But what if they come looking for you? I could end up in jail if they claim I kidnapped you. You¡¯re still a minor.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Uncle. I¡¯ll handle that. They won¡¯t cause any trouble,¡± Byeong-Ho assured him, determination igniting a spark in his eyes.


    Byeong-Ho grew up without knowing his real father, his childhood overshadowed by the chaos of his mother¡¯s struggles with addiction. She had sought refuge in a man who mirrored her demons, leaving Byeong-Ho trapped in a home that felt more like a prison. Each night, the walls echoed with the sounds of violence, fear curling around him like a suffocating blanket. He often returned from school, only to find it empty, too afraid to seek comfort from the very people who were supposed to protect him. The beatings became a grim routine, their impact etching deep scars on his soul, driving him to drop out entirely¡ªa painful decision born from desperation.


    With nowhere else to turn and no direction in life, he found a semblance of control in the chaotic streets that beckoned him with their allure of rebellion. Each punch he threw was not just a release but also a misguided attempt to assert himself among the wrong crowd, drawing him deeper into a world of troublemakers and danger. That¡¯s where Ji-Won found him¡ªand approached with an understanding that transcended words, a reflection of sympathy in Byeong-Ho¡¯s haunted eyes, clouded by the choices he had made and the dark influences that surrounded him.


    ***


    The bar thrums with life, its usual energy palpable as the bass reverberates through the walls, a heartbeat of sound that mingles with the soft hum of laughter and flirtation. In a secluded corner, the VIP room boasts a lavish decor, plush velvet drapes framing the space like a secret embrace. Opulent couches cradle their guests, while low, glass-topped tables reflect the dim, seductive lighting that casts long, inviting shadows. It¡¯s a sanctuary for indulgence, a playground for those seeking both pleasure and privacy.


    Youn-Jae occupies one corner of this opulent enclave, an alluring figure amidst a swirl of glamorous women and a few curious men. His usually immaculate appearance has taken on a disheveled charm tonight; the tailored jacket of his suit is carelessly tossed over the back of a couch, while the top buttons of his dress shirt hang open, exposing a hint of his toned chest. His controlled demeanor has given way to a more carefree, reckless abandon, a side of him that sparkles with mischief and allure.


    As the night unfolds, Youn-Jae¡¯s drinking spirals; he¡¯s now on his second bottle of premium whiskey, the empty glass vessel lying amidst a sea of half-filled glasses. He lounges back on the couch, his posture relaxed yet slightly unruly, laughter spilling from his lips as he engages with his admirers, their flirtations swirling around him like a siren''s song. A few of the girls lean against him, their playful touches lingering, fingers tracing the contours of his arm as they giggle at his drunken antics.


    At one point, Youn-Jae rises unsteadily, swaying slightly as he attempts to pour another round. His movements, once smooth and confident, are now clumsy, a stark departure from his usual grace. ¡°Hey, hey, let me get this!¡± he declares, his voice a mix of bravado and slurred words. The girls laugh, delighting in his state, their eyes sparkling with playful mischief.


    ¡°Careful there, Baby! Don¡¯t spill it!¡± one girl teases, her hand brushing against his shoulder, causing him to grin widely, the moment igniting a spark of reckless excitement in the air.


    Feeling the weight of the alcohol pressing down on him, Youn-Jae waves a hand dismissively at the group. ¡°I¡¯m going to step outside for a smoke break,¡± he announces, his smile weary but charming, a facade of confidence masking his fatigue. He stumbles slightly on his way to the door, each step reflecting a blend of exhaustion and resignation, as though the weight of the world has settled onto his shoulders.


    Once outside, the cool night air envelops him like a soothing balm, a brief escape from the oppressive heat of the crowd. He leans heavily against the wall, his back pressing against the rough surface, grounding himself as he fumbles for a cigarette. With a shaky hand, he finally manages to light it, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke curl around him like a fleeting escape. As he exhales, the tension of the night dissipates into the darkness, leaving behind only the echo of laughter and the faint hum of music from inside the bar.


    ***


    Ji-Won walked briskly down the street, his face a mask of worry and irritation. ¡°Where the hell is Byeong-Ho? He¡¯s not with Hye-Rin!¡± he muttered under his breath, frustration lacing his voice as his jaw clenched. His eyes darted around the dimly lit alleyways, searching for any sign of Byeong-Ho. ¡°If I find you hanging out here again, I swear I¡¯ll kill you.¡± His words trailed off, the anger palpable as he struggled to keep his growing anxiety in check, his fists balling at his sides.


    As he turned a corner, Ji-Won spotted a familiar figure leaning against a graffiti-covered wall. ¡°Sir Kyle?¡± His voice wavered, a mix of surprise and concern washing over him as he neared Youn-Jae.


    Youn-Jae, his eyes bleary and unfocused, took a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling lazily into the night air. His expression shifted from confusion to recognition as he blinked at Ji-Won. ¡°You? What are you doing in a place like this?¡± His voice was thick, slurred with alcohol and disbelief.


    ¡°I was just looking for someone¡­ Um, by the¡ª¡± Ji-Won began, but before he could finish his sentence, Youn-Jae swayed dangerously and suddenly collapsed against him. ¡°What the¡ª¡± Ji-Won gasped, his heart racing as he instinctively caught Youn-Jae, the weight of him pressing heavily against Ji-Won¡¯s shoulder.


    ¡°Sir, hey! Wake up!¡± Ji-Won shook Youn-Jae urgently, panic rising in his voice as he felt a swell of desperation. ¡°I need to find someone. Don¡¯t just pass out here!¡±


    ¡°Come on, Sir Kyle!¡± he muttered, feeling his anxiety surge. In a moment of hesitation, Ji-Won reached into Youn-Jae¡¯s pants pocket and felt the familiar shape of a phone. He pulled it out, only to be met with a password screen. ¡°Really?¡± he groaned, glancing at Youn-Jae, whose head lolled uselessly. ¡°Wake up, I need your password!¡±


    Youn-Jae remained unresponsive, his drunken stupor rendering him dead weight against Ji-Won¡¯s side. Ji-Won felt his patience wearing thin, the heaviness of Youn-Jae pressing into him like an anchor pulling him down.


    ¡°Fuck! I have no choice,¡± Ji-Won grumbled under his breath, exhaling sharply as he adjusted Youn-Jae¡¯s weight, slinging the man¡¯s arm over his own shoulder to support him. They staggered toward the nearest taxi stand, Ji-Won¡¯s heart pounding in rhythm with his frantic thoughts. ¡°What a mess.¡±


    Once they were inside the taxi, Ji-Won directed the driver to a nearby hotel, his mind racing as he contemplated his limited options. As he searched Youn-Jae¡¯s wallet for cash, desperation gnawed at him. Instead, he pulled out a gleaming black credit card¡ªan object of wealth and privilege that felt foreign in his hands. ¡°This is how rich people live, huh?¡± Ji-Won muttered to himself, a mix of irritation and slight awe in his voice as he glanced over at the sleeping Youn-Jae, whose head lolled to the side. ¡°No cash, just this tiny card that can buy anything.¡± He rolled his eyes, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on him.


    He sighed deeply, realizing he hadn¡¯t messaged Uncle Baek. ¡°Crap, I need to text Uncle. I¡¯ll have to explain this tomorrow. It¡¯s all your fault, Byeong-Ho. Get ready for tomorrow,¡± Ji-Won grumbled, annoyance bubbling up inside him as the taxi lurched forward.


    After a short drive, they reached the hotel. Ji-Won struggled to pull Youn-Jae out of the taxi, nearly toppling over under the other man¡¯s weight as they made their way through the lobby. The process was clumsy and awkward; Youn-Jae swayed dangerously, nearly slipping from Ji-Won¡¯s grasp multiple times. ¡°What a scene we¡¯re making.¡± Finally managing to get to their room, Ji-Won practically collapsed from the effort, laying Youn-Jae down on the bed before sinking onto the couch with a long, exhausted breath.


    As Ji-Won watched Youn-Jae sleeping deeply, a crease of concern formed on his brow. He murmured under his breath, "Does he even know where he is right now? Is this how rich people live?" Rising from the couch, he sighed and added, "I should get some cold water and clean him up. He reeks of alcohol."


    Glancing back at Youn-Jae sprawled across the bed, Ji-Won shook his head, his expression a mixture of disbelief and resignation. ¡°I should wipe him down with cold water to clean him,¡± he decided, determination flickering in his chest.


    Ji-Won grabbed a towel and headed to the bathroom, his thoughts swirling as he prepared to take care of the unconscious Youn-Jae. ¡°What a night.¡±


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 Chapter 11 🔞

    Ji-Won stirred on the couch, barely conscious, as the faint sound of dripping water filtered through his foggy mind. Half-asleep, he couldn¡¯t tell if he was dreaming or if someone was actually in the shower. He groaned, his body stiff and aching from the weight of supporting Youn-Jae the previous night and the awkward position he had slept in. Finally, he blinked his eyes open, the discomfort pulling him fully awake. Just then, Youn-Jae stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked, casually toweling off his damp hair with a small towel.


    Ji-Won, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning, glanced towards the bed where he expected Youn-Jae to be. When he saw it empty, he scanned the room and froze, his eyes widening in shock when he spotted Youn-Jae leaning casually against the bathroom door. Youn-Jae was completely exposed, seemingly unconcerned about his lack of clothing.


    ¡°Sir!¡± Ji-Won exclaimed, quickly turning his head and covering his eyes with his hand. ¡°Can you please put on a towel?¡±


    Youn-Jae smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he slowly walked towards Ji-Won. He leaned in close, his presence commanding, and stared directly into Ji-Won¡¯s eyes.


    "Apologies, it''s a habit of mine after a shower. Forgot this isn¡¯t my place," Youn-Jae said, his voice low and playful.


    Ji-Won¡¯s breath hitched, his heart racing as the intensity of Youn-Jae¡¯s gaze locked onto his. The words caught in Ji-Won¡¯s throat; the proximity and the sheer boldness of Youn-Jae left him speechless. All he could do was swallow hard, feeling the tension coil tightly in the small space between them.


    "I think I know what I want in return," Youn-Jae¡¯s voice was low and deliberate, his gaze piercing as it locked onto Ji-Won¡¯s eyes.


    Ji-Won was at a loss for words, the intensity of Youn-Jae¡¯s stare causing him to tense. He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure. His mind raced, desperately trying to focus on anything other than the proximity and the weight of Youn-Jae¡¯s presence pressing on him.


    ¡°What the hell is he getting at? I can feel his whole body against mine,¡± Ji-Won thought, fighting to ignore the tension building between them.


    Youn-Jae chuckled softly, leaning in closer, his voice a playful whisper. "But I think I¡¯ll have to show you the basics first."


    Ji-Won¡¯s breath hitched, his heart racing. ¡°What do you mean, sir?¡± he stammered, his voice shaky. He fidgeted nervously, already sensing where this was going, anxiety creeping into his chest.


    ¡°Suck it,¡± Youn-Jae commanded, his tone calm but his gaze sharp, locking onto Ji-Won¡¯s eyes.


    Ji-Won blinked, stunned. ¡°Sir?¡± he asked hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s expression hardened, a hint of impatience flickering in his eyes. "You heard me. I want you to suck it," he said, his voice growing cold, leaving no room for doubt.


    "But sir, I¡¯ve never done this before," Ji-Won whispered, his trembling hands slowly inching toward Youn-Jae. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat amplifying his anxiety. His fingers hovered in the air, shaky and uncertain, hesitating just short of Youn-Jae. He had no idea how to move forward, lacking both the experience and confidence for this moment. But the fear of defying Youn-Jae, and the risk it posed to the caf¨¦¡¯s future, weighed heavily on him, pushing him to comply despite his growing unease.


    Seeing Ji-Won¡¯s hesitation, Youn-Jae¡¯s patience wore thin. With a swift movement, he grabbed Ji-Won¡¯s hand and firmly placed it on his erected cock.


    ¡°Hold it like this,¡± Youn-Jae instructed, his voice low and commanding.


    Ji-Won¡¯s breath hitched, his mind racing as he tried to process the sudden, bold contact. He could feel the heat from Youn-Jae¡¯s body and the intensity of the situation sinking in. He swallowed hard, still struggling to steady his own racing pulse.


    "Put it inside your mouth," he said, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and dominance. Ji-Won''s gaze flickered up to meet Youn-Jae''s, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation.


    Without waiting for a response, Youn-Jae reached out and grasped Ji-Won''s head, his fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair. He pulled Ji-Won''s head forward, his movements slow and deliberate, until Ji-Won''s face was inches from his crotch.


    As Ji-Won''s lips made contact with Youn-Jae''s cock, he couldn''t help but let out a soft gasp. The skin was smooth and warm to the touch, and Ji-Won''s tongue darted out to taste the salty sweetness of the precum that had begun to seep from the tip. His hands instinctively wrapped around the base of Youn-Jae''s cock, trying to wrap his mind around the sheer size of it. It was big, much bigger than he had anticipated, and Ji-Won''s eyes widened slightly as he struggled to take it all in.


    Youn-Jae''s hands, still tangled in Ji-Won''s hair, tightened their grip, his fingers wrapping around the strands like a vice. his movements rough and insistent, as he pushed his cock deeper into Ji-Won''s mouth. Ji-Won''s eyes widened in surprise, his lips stretching to accommodate the sudden invasion, but he didn''t pull back. Instead, he let out a muffled gasp.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    Ji-Won struggled to catch his breath, his voice shaky as he whispered, ¡°Sir¡­ wait, I can¡¯t.¡± His words came out choked, overwhelmed by the situation, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. But Youn-Jae, focused on his own intent, showed no signs of stopping.


    A sudden knock on the door startled them both, saving Ji-Won before his tears could fully burst. It was Secretary Min, arriving as Youn-Jae had requested earlier when he called for a fresh set of clothes. Youn-Jae pulled himself away from Ji-Won¡¯s mouth and casually wrapped a towel around his waist. Ji-Won quickly retreated into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Inside, he sank down behind the door, tears spilling over as he buried his face in his hands, sobbing quietly.


    Secretary Min entered, carrying a sleek black paper bag with Youn-Jae¡¯s clothes inside. ¡°Where is the young boy?¡± he asked, looking around the room.


    Youn-Jae merely gestured with a slight tilt of his head towards the bathroom, already preoccupied with inspecting the contents of the paper bag. Moments later, Ji-Won emerged from the bathroom, his eyes noticeably red and puffy from crying. Spotting Secretary Min, he quickly bowed politely, trying to compose himself.


    Youn-Jae approached Ji-Won, leaning in close to whisper with a smirk, ¡°Did you enjoy your first lesson?¡± before walking past him and disappearing into the bathroom, leaving Ji-Won standing there, trying to steady his breathing and fighting back the fresh wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him again.


    ***


    Ji-Won ended up having breakfast with Youn-Jae and Secretary Min at the hotel restaurant. He had tried to leave earlier, but the exhaustion and nerves from the morning¡¯s events left him with no energy to argue with Youn-Jae. Sitting stiffly at the table, Ji-Won kept his head down, barely touching his food, while Secretary Min sat beside him, observing his discomfort.


    Youn-Jae, meanwhile, was at the counter, effortlessly commanding attention. His presence was striking; his confident smile and casual charm drew the gaze of nearly everyone in the room. Whispers and giggles floated through the air as women stole glances at him, amused by his flirtatious demeanor.


    Secretary Min leaned in, taking advantage of Youn-Jae¡¯s absence to check on Ji-Won. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, concern evident in his voice.


    Ji-Won nodded, his expression subdued and tinged with embarrassment. "I¡¯m fine," he replied softly, though the redness of his eyes told a different story.


    Secretary Min sighed, lowering his voice even more. "I''m really sorry. I don¡¯t know exactly what happened, but it¡¯s clear from your face that you¡¯re not okay."


    Ji-Won forced a weak smile, trying to hide his discomfort. "Don¡¯t worry, sir. I¡¯ll get used to it. After all, I owe him a lot for helping me."


    Secretary Min rested a comforting hand on Ji-Won¡¯s, his expression a blend of understanding and quiet concern. "I apologize on his behalf," he said, his voice gentle but heavy with unspoken truths. "Please bear with him a little longer until things settle. Growing up abroad was far from easy for him. It was just me by his side ever since his father sent him to Germany. His father¡¯s way of showing love was strict yet paradoxical, showering him with gifts and authority while offering an overwhelming amount of guidance. This only served to fuel his sense of entitlement."


    Ji-Won nodded, appreciating Secretary Min¡¯s kindness but still feeling overwhelmed. As Youn-Jae returned to the table, his presence cast a heavy shadow, making Ji-Won shift uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of how to navigate the awkwardness.


    ¡°By the way your brother is also here,¡± Secretary Min mentioned, carefully watching Youn-Jae¡¯s reaction.


    Youn-Jae paused, his expression shifting to mild irritation. He let out a short, sarcastic laugh. ¡°Really? I just got here, and he¡¯s already following me around. Is he that scared I¡¯ll get too close to Father?¡±


    Secretary Min shook his head slightly, his tone calm and reassuring. ¡°Don¡¯t say that You and the Vice Chairman just have a lack of communication. That¡¯s why things are like this.¡±


    Youn-Jae scoffed, crossing his arms defensively. ¡°It¡¯s him who keeps his distance from me,¡± he muttered, his gaze hardening.


    Secretary Min offered a small, empathetic smile. ¡°Just ignore him. Besides, since he¡¯s here, there¡¯s a high chance you¡¯ll run into him.¡±


    Youn-Jae rolled his eyes, clearly uninterested in further discussion. ¡°Whatever. Let¡¯s just finish this breakfast,¡± he grumbled, picking up his fork with a frustrated sigh.


    Youn-Jae leaned back in his chair, casually sipping his coffee before placing the cup down with a soft clink. ¡°By the way, Won,¡± he said, his tone steady yet friendly, ¡°I¡¯m planning to go shopping tomorrow. Clear your schedule¡ªyou¡¯ll be coming with me.¡±


    Ji-Won¡¯s eyes widened slightly, his posture tensing. ¡°But sir, I have a part-time job every afternoon,¡± he replied, his voice edged with hesitation.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s expression remained neutral, his gaze steady and unwavering. ¡°I thought you were asking what I wanted in return for helping you, so this is it. I need you to agree to my terms,¡± he stated, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice.


    Ji-Won quickly nodded, bowing his head slightly in a gesture of apology as he felt the weight of the situation. ¡°Yes, Sir. I¡¯m sorry,¡± he said, his voice low and subdued.


    Youn-Jae simply nodded in response, satisfied with Ji-Won¡¯s compliance as he returned his attention to his meal.


    After breakfast, Ji-Won quickly made his way to bid farewell to Secretary Min and Youn-Jae, eager to put some distance between himself and Youn-Jae. " Sir I can take care of myself from here. The hotel is close to the bus station," Ji-Won said, his voice polite but firm, trying to mask his discomfort.


    Youn-Jae got into the car and closed the door without sparing Ji-Won a glance, his expression unreadable. Secretary Min, however, offered Ji-Won a respectful bow before getting into the car. As the car started to move, Secretary Min hesitantly turned to Youn-Jae, concern etched on his face.


    ¡°President, are you sure this is okay?¡± Secretary Min asked, his voice gentle yet probing.


    Youn-Jae leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips. ¡°He¡¯s the one who wanted to know what I wanted in return,¡± he replied dismissively. ¡°Besides, it¡¯s only for a month until we fly back home.¡±


    Secretary Min shook his head in disbelief, letting out a soft sigh. ¡°But President, could you at least try to be a bit nicer to him? He seems quite fragile if you look closely.¡±


    Youn-Jae glanced out of the window, shrugging nonchalantly. ¡°Why should I? After all, the fun has only just started.¡±


    The story doesn''t end here......

 Chapter 12

    A hard slap landed on Youn-Jae¡¯s face, the sting radiating through his skin as his brother barged into the apartment unannounced. So much for a peaceful Sunday morning, Youn-Jae thought, as he waited for Ji-Won to arrive for their planned. The Vice Chairman¡¯s anger was palpable¡ªhe had discovered that Youn-Jae had halted the construction and renovation of a building, and now his fury was unleashed like an erupting volcano, threatening to consume Youn-Jae whole.


    Secretary Choi stood to the side, his hands raised in a futile attempt to calm the Vice Chairman, but the older brother was beyond reasoning. Youn-Jae, gritting his teeth, clenched his fists by his sides. He had never fought back physically against his brother, always opting to counter with biting words instead, but it took every ounce of his self-control not to retaliate now.


    ¡°Are you done, Hyung?!¡± Youn-Jae snapped, his voice laced with defiance as he met his brother¡¯s furious gaze. ¡°It¡¯s just a few months! What¡¯s wrong with that?¡±


    Seo-Joon¡¯s eyes narrowed, his face contorted with rage. ¡°I thought you weren¡¯t stupid when it came to business decisions. So, what the hell got into your brain?¡± His hands shot out, gripping Youn-Jae¡¯s shirt, pulling him close enough for Youn-Jae to feel the heat of his brother¡¯s anger.


    ¡°Hyung, why can¡¯t you just let me handle this? I promise I¡¯ll take good care of it,¡± Youn-Jae said, his tone steady but tinged with frustration. He attempted to pull away, but Seo-Joon¡¯s grip only tightened, the fabric of Youn-Jae¡¯s shirt stretching under the strain.


    ¡°I don¡¯t care what you¡¯re up to this time,¡± Seo-Joon growled, his voice dropping to a menacing hiss. ¡°I am warning you! This is not Germany, and I am not Father that you can easily fool.¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with defiance, but he remained silent. Secretary Choi shifted uneasily, glancing between the two brothers as the tension in the room thickened like a storm cloud, threatening to break at any moment.


    Unable to bear the escalating tension any longer, Secretary Choi stepped between them, raising his hands in a placating gesture. ¡°Vice Chairman, please calm down,¡± he urged, his voice steady but urgent. ¡°Remember, you have an appointment today with one of our investors.¡±


    Seo-Joon took a deep breath, his anger simmering down slightly as he glanced at his watch. Reluctantly, he stepped back, putting some distance between himself and Youn-Jae. He straightened his suit jacket, attempting to regain his composure.


    ¡°The company here is not under your jurisdiction,¡± Seo-Joon said coldly, his eyes narrowing at Youn-Jae with a final glare. ¡°If I were you, I¡¯d just go back to Germany.¡± With that, Seo-Joon turned on his heel, leaving the apartment with Secretary Choi following closely behind. The door slammed shut behind them, echoing loudly in the suddenly quiet room.


    Youn-Jae stood still for a moment, his jaw clenched, and fists balled at his sides, the sound of the door slam lingering in the air like an unresolved tension.


    After Youn-Jae finally managed to calm down, he made his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. The tranquility was short-lived, as the doorbell rang just as he was about to take a sip. He sighed heavily, setting the glass down, and walked over to answer the door. When Youn-Jae opened the door, he found Ji-Won standing there, looking a bit flustered and clearly grappling with the awkwardness of the moment. The tension radiating from Youn-Jae was unmistakable, and Ji-Won quickly sensed that something was amiss. A wave of guilt washed over him as he worried, he might have kept Youn-Jae waiting or that he had somehow failed to meet his expectations from the day before.


    ¡°Why did you take so long?¡± Youn-Jae''s voice was edged with frustration, his gaze sharp as he scrutinized Ji-Won.


    ¡°I¡¯m really sorry, Sir,¡± Ji-Won stammered, his face showing genuine remorse. ¡°I had to let the convenience store know that I wouldn¡¯t be coming in today.¡±


    Youn-Jae waved dismissively, his patience clearly running out. ¡°Whatever. Just let me get ready.¡±


    As he brushed past Ji-Won, the latter sensed something was off and noticed the red mark on Youn-Jae''s face. ¡°Sir, are you okay? You look exhausted.¡±


    Youn-Jae snapped his hand away, frustration spilling over. ¡°Just sit there and behave. I didn¡¯t ask for your curiosity.¡±


    Ji-Won stepped back, a mix of hurt and concern flickering across his features before he sank into a nearby chair.


    ***


    ¡°Is he really planning to buy out every store?¡± Ji-Won muttered to himself, struggling under the weight of several paper bags filled with Youn-Jae¡¯s shopping haul. His shoulders were slightly hunched, and he could feel the soreness in his arms from carrying all the items.


    Youn-Jae glanced back with a nonchalant expression, barely acknowledging Ji-Won¡¯s discomfort. ¡°Let¡¯s go and grab something to eat,¡± he said, his tone indifferent as he continued walking ahead, clearly unfazed by the burden he had imposed on Ji-Won.


    Ji-Won sighed in relief, setting the bags down with a sense of finality as he followed Youn-Jae into a nearby caf¨¦. ¡°Thank God, finally time to rest,¡± he said, stretching his tired legs and wincing slightly. ¡°My feet are killing me from walking all over the stores.¡±Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.


    They settled into a cozy corner of the caf¨¦. Youn-Jae took a seat with an air of casual ease, focusing intently on his cup of coffee, savoring the moment of calm. His fingers traced the rim of the mug, and he took a slow sip, visibly relaxed.


    Ji-Won, on the other hand, was more engrossed in his slice of fruitcake, his eyes brightening with each bite. He was finally able to relax and enjoy the simple pleasure of a well-earned treat, his earlier fatigue momentarily forgotten as he savored the sweetness of the cake.


    Youn-Jae, with a hint of curiosity, leaned slightly forward and asked, his voice soft and genuine, ¡°Did you enjoy the cake?¡±


    ¡°Yes, Sir,¡± Ji-Won replied, his face lighting up with a bright, sincere smile.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s breath caught for a moment at the unexpected warmth of Ji-Won¡¯s smile. He felt a flush creeping up his cheeks, and he turned his head away quickly, trying to hide his reaction. Despite his attempt to appear nonchalant, his ears betrayed him by turning a deep shade of red.


    He fiddled with his coffee cup, struggling to regain his composure as he stole a few covert glances back at Ji-Won.


    ¡°Are you done? Let¡¯s go,¡± Youn-Jae said abruptly, his tone shifting back to its usual authoritative edge as he stood up, a frown settling on his face.


    Ji-Won quickly scrambled to his feet, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. ¡°Oh, yes, Sir, just a moment,¡± he said, hurrying to wipe his lips with a tissue. He bent down to gather the scattered paper bags on the floor, his movements slightly frantic.


    As he worked, Ji-Won muttered under his breath, frustration evident in his voice. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me he¡¯s not even finished with his shopping yet.¡±


    ***


    As Ji-Won settled into Youn-Jae¡¯s car, he couldn''t shake the feeling that their shopping spree was far from over. ¡°Are we heading home, Sir?¡± he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty, glancing sideways at Youn-Jae.


    Youn-Jae, engrossed in his phone and scrolling through the map, replied without looking up, ¡°No, we¡¯re going somewhere else.¡± There was a spark of excitement in his tone, but Ji-Won could sense an undercurrent of mystery.


    ¡°Where are we going, Sir?¡± Ji-Won pressed, curiosity mingling with a flutter of apprehension in his stomach.


    ¡°Gangwon-do. My friend has a villa there. He¡¯s American and said it¡¯s about an hour and a half from Seoul,¡± Youn-Jae explained, his hands deftly gripping the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road ahead. ¡°But I¡¯m not familiar with the route, so I need to rely on the map.¡±


    Ji-Won¡¯s heart raced at the mention of a villa. ¡°Are we staying overnight there, Sir?¡± His voice trembled slightly, panic creeping into his tone. ¡°I don¡¯t have any clothes with me, and I need to let my uncle know! You should¡¯ve given me a heads-up!¡±


    Youn-Jae shot him a smirk, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over. ¡°What do you think all those clothes we just bought are for?¡± His playful tone contrasted sharply with Ji-Won¡¯s rising anxiety.


    The weight of Ji-Won¡¯s responsibilities loomed large in his mind. ¡°Uncle will probably kill me.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve never done this before. Staying overnight... it¡¯s already happened once when he was drunk. Ahhh, I¡¯m so sorry, Uncle¡± His thoughts spiraled into a whirlwind of guilt and unease.


    As they drove further away from the city, the scenery shifted, buildings giving way to open landscapes dotted with trees. ¡°Relax, Won. Are you scared of me?¡± Youn-Jae teased, a playful grin lighting up his face.


    Ji-Won¡¯s cheeks flushed as he stammered, ¡°Ahhhh, no, no, Sir. I¡¯m just a bit surprised.¡± He could feel the heat rising in his face, caught off guard by Youn-Jae¡¯s lightheartedness.


    An hour later, Youn-Jae gently nudged Ji-Won awake. ¡°Won, Won¡ªwake up, we¡¯re here,¡± he whispered teasingly, amusement dancing in his voice.


    Startled, Ji-Won jolted awake, eyes wide with surprise. ¡°Whaaaa, Sir, I¡¯m so sorry! I¡¯m sorry!¡± he blurted out, still disoriented.


    Youn-Jae chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he surveyed the villa¡¯s surroundings. ¡°Not bad,¡± he murmured, approval lacing his tone. ¡°Alright, let¡¯s head to the villa.¡±


    ¡°This is amazing!¡± Ji-Won exclaimed, his voice bubbling with genuine awe. His eyes sparkled as he took in the view, a bright smile spreading across his face. But as he finished speaking, shyness crept in, his cheeks tinged with pink.


    ¡°So, do you find it worth it, Won?¡± Youn-Jae asked, a teasing lilt in his voice as he watched Ji-Won¡¯s reaction, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.


    Ji-Won nodded enthusiastically, his gaze sweeping over the elegant villa and the expansive sea visible through the large glass door. ¡°Yes, Sir,¡± he replied, admiration thick in his voice. ¡°It¡¯s absolutely breathtaking.¡±


    Youn-Jae smirked, relishing Ji-Won¡¯s response. ¡°There are three rooms upstairs. Feel free to choose one for yourself,¡± he said, tossing the car keys onto the side table in the living room with a casual flick of his wrist.


    Ji-Won quickly gathered the numerous shopping bags, glancing up at Youn-Jae with a hint of urgency. ¡°Sir, where should I put these?¡±


    ¡°Put them in the last room upstairs, and just get some clothes for yourself,¡± Youn-Jae instructed, his tone matter-of-fact.


    Without hesitation, Ji-Won hurried up the stairs, eager to follow the directions.


    Meanwhile, Youn-Jae strolled over to the expansive glass door on the terrace and slid it open, inviting a refreshing breeze that brushed against his face and tousled his hair. He kicked off his shoes, savoring the sensation of the soft sand beneath his bare feet as he ventured toward the shimmering sea. The gentle waves lapped rhythmically at the shore, and he stood captivated, soaking in the tranquil beauty that surrounded him.


    ¡°I promised him I¡¯d bring him to the beach when I got back¡­¡± Youn-Jae murmured, his voice laced with a bittersweet regret. ¡°But it took me eighteen years, and I still haven¡¯t fulfilled that promise. I wonder if he even remembers... if we ever meet again.¡±


    Letting out a heavy sigh, he released the pent-up pain and longing he felt for Ji-Won into the breeze. Just then, a voice broke through his reverie.


    Youn-Jae glanced up, and for a moment, his guard lowered as he locked eyes with Ji-Won. He was struck by the beauty of Ji-Won¡¯s brown eyes, shimmering like rich, molten chocolate in the fading light. Time seemed to freeze as Youn-Jae found himself lost in their depths, feeling an inexplicable pull toward him, a magnetic connection that momentarily softened the tension in his chest.


    The gentle crashing of the waves behind him whispered secrets, urging him to draw nearer, as if the universe itself conspired to bridge the distance between them. In that instant, everything else faded away, leaving only the warmth of Ji-Won¡¯s presence


    Am I lost in the whispers of the waves, or is it your presence that calls me closer, tempting me to reach for the warmth concealed beneath the cold sea? In these quiet moments, have I discovered a love that runs deeper than the ocean and shines brighter than the sun? The love I¡¯ve yearned for all this time¡ªam I right to feel this way about you?


    The story doesn''t end here......

 Chapter 13 🔞

    After dinner, Youn-Jae reclined on the terrace, a can of beer in hand¡ªthe fifth of the evening¡ªwhile the gentle sea breeze brushed against his face, ruffling his hair slightly. Meanwhile, Ji-Won busied himself tidying up the dinner table and washing the dishes, his movements methodical but his mind occupied with thoughts of the day.


    Once he finished, Ji-Won walked toward the terrace, intending to let Youn-Jae know he was heading upstairs to rest. But just as he turned to leave, Youn-Jae¡¯s hand shot out, gripping Ji-Won¡¯s wrist and pulling him down beside him.


    ¡°What¡¯s the rush? Sit here and drink with me,¡± Youn-Jae said, his gaze fixed on the dark, endless sea, the weight of the world temporarily forgotten as he took another sip from his can of beer. His tone was relaxed, but there was an underlying urgency, a need for connection.


    Ji-Won hesitated for a moment, the warmth of Youn-Jae''s hand still lingering on his wrist. With a soft click, he opened a can and took a seat beside him, both of them sinking into the tranquil atmosphere of the night. They drank in silence, sharing a few more cans of beer as the tension from earlier began to dissipate, yet the air remained heavy with unspoken thoughts.


    The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the terrace, enveloping them in a serene, almost magical light. Ji-Won¡¯s gaze drifted to the horizon, where the sea met the sky, and he felt the gentle breeze playfully tousle his hair. Youn-Jae, however, couldn¡¯t help but steal glances at Ji-Won, admiration flickering in his eyes as he observed the way the moonlight highlighted the contours of Ji-Won¡¯s face.


    As the alcohol coursed through his system, Youn-Jae¡¯s vision wavered, the edges of the world softening into a hazy blur. His lips parted, and a faint, slurred murmur escaped. ¡°Ji¡­Won,¡± he breathed, his tone carrying a rare vulnerability, like a fragile thread reaching out in the quiet. The name tumbled from his lips, muffled and broken by the weight of his intoxication, almost as if he were calling out in a dream.


    "Hmm? Sir?" Ji-Won turned toward him, confusion flickering across his face. The faint softness in Youn-Jae''s voice caught him off guard, sparking a hint of concern. ¡°I think you¡¯re drunk already; you¡¯re starting to mumble,¡± he said gently, his tone laced with quiet worry. Without thinking, Ji-Won reached out, his hand steadying Youn-Jae¡¯s face. The warmth radiating from his skin made Ji-Won pause, his gaze fixed on Youn-Jae¡¯s slightly unfocused expression as he tried to make sense of the murmured words.


    ¡°I¡¯m so sorry. I promised I¡¯d find you, no matter what,¡± Youn-Jae mumbled, his words slurred yet brimming with raw sincerity. The weight of his confession lingered in the air, heavy and unspoken, filling the space between them with an intensity that neither could fully express.


    Ji-Won¡¯s heart raced, caught in a whirlwind of concern and warmth. The distance that had once felt insurmountable between them began to shrink under the moonlight, igniting an unspoken connection that made the world around them fade away.


    To Ji-Won''s surprise, Youn-Jae moved closer, the space between them evaporating until they were nearly touching. Ji-Won met Youn-Jae''s eyes, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension swirling within him. Without another word, Youn-Jae suddenly leaned in, capturing Ji-Won¡¯s lips in a kiss.


    Ji-Won¡¯s eyes widened in shock, his heart soaring and plummeting all at once. The kiss was gentle yet charged, and deep down, Ji-Won knew this was likely the result of Youn-Jae''s drunken state¡ªperhaps he mistook Ji-Won for someone else. Torn between instinctively pushing Youn-Jae away or surrendering to the unexpected affection, Ji-Won hesitated, lost in the storm of emotions swirling around them.


    Overwhelmed, Ji-Won instinctively shoved Youn-Jae away, breaking the kiss with a sudden force that left Youn-Jae momentarily stunned. The push jolted him halfway back to his senses, his expression darkening as confusion and frustration flickered across his face. Without hesitation, he grabbed Ji-Won¡¯s arms in a rough grip, his fingers pressing into Ji-Won¡¯s skin as he pulled him closer. This time, his kiss was desperate, almost punishing¡ªan urgent attempt to hold onto something slipping through his grasp, to ground himself in a reality that felt achingly fragile.


    ¡°Sir! Stop it! You¡¯re drunk,¡± Ji-Won pleaded, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion. He searched Youn-Jae''s eyes for recognition, wondering if he could break through the fog of intoxication


    Youn-Jae growled low in his throat, his tone sharp and unyielding, his breath hot and harsh against Ji-Won¡¯s face. His eyes were wild, consumed by something dark and unfamiliar. The air between them crackled with tension, making Ji-Won¡¯s heart race with an uneasy mix of fear and disbelief.


    Ignoring Ji-Won¡¯s protests, Youn-Jae yanked him roughly into the living room, his grip iron-tight around Ji-Won¡¯s wrist. ¡°You¡¯re not going anywhere,¡± he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a coldness that sent a shiver down Ji-Won¡¯s spine. He shoved Ji-Won onto the couch, the dim light of the room casting eerie shadows across Youn-Jae''s face, amplifying the dangerous energy that surrounded him.


    The force of the push made Ji-Won stumble backward, landing hard against the cushions. Before he could react, Youn-Jae was on him again, hands moving with a forceful urgency as he grabbed Ji-Won¡¯s shirt, yanking at the fabric until it tore with a sharp rip. The sound echoed through the quiet room, a harsh contrast to the stillness of the night. Ji-Won flinched, the aggressive tug snapping him out of his daze.


    ¡°Stop!¡± Ji-Won gasped, his voice trembling as he tried to push Youn-Jae away, his hands shaking against the firm wall of muscle in front of him. But Youn-Jae was relentless, his movements frenzied, driven by something primal and out of control. His hands roamed over Ji-Won¡¯s chest, rough and insistent, his fingers tracing lines that felt more like chains than caresses.


    Ji-Won¡¯s mind spun in panic. He could feel the heat of Youn-Jae¡¯s body pressing down on him, trapping him beneath the weight of his actions. There was desperation in Youn-Jae¡¯s touch, but it was clouded by the aggression that terrified Ji-Won. He tried to twist free, but Youn-Jae¡¯s grip on his wrists tightened painfully, pinning him down, rendering him powerless.


    ¡°Please...... stop!¡± Ji-Won¡¯s voice cracked, his words barely above a whisper, his body tensing as Youn-Jae forced another bruising kiss on him, their lips crashing together with a painful intensity. Ji-Won winced, his tears stinging the corners of his eyes as he felt Youn-Jae¡¯s breath, hot and erratic, mingling with his own. The taste of alcohol was sharp between them, an inescapable reminder of Youn-Jae¡¯s intoxicated state.


    But Youn-Jae still didn¡¯t stop. His grip on Ji-Won¡¯s wrists was vice-like, unrelenting as he pressed Ji-Won deeper into the couch, his body heavy with drunken intent. The anger in his movements, the desperation¡ªnone of it made sense to Ji-Won. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, his pulse deafening in his ears as Youn-Jae continued his reckless assault, tearing away the last fragments of Ji-Won¡¯s composure, tears pricked at his eyes, a deep ache forming in his throat as he fought to keep himself together. But the fear was overwhelming, creeping into every corner of his being. He could feel the panic rising, the terrifying realization that Youn-Jae wasn¡¯t hearing him, wasn¡¯t seeing him.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    ***


    Ji-Won struggled, trying to turn his body and meet Youn-Jae¡¯s gaze, his breath shaky and uneven. When their eyes finally locked, Ji-Won¡¯s expression softened despite his fear. With trembling hands, he reached up, gently placing one hand on Youn-Jae''s face, his touch hesitant but filled with an almost desperate affection. His eyes searched Youn-Jae¡¯s, pleading for understanding and kindness.


    Ji-Won¡¯s eyes, wide and shimmering with unshed tears, locked onto Youn-Jae¡¯s with a silent plea, begging for a moment of reprieve from the overwhelming intensity. ¡°Sir¡­¡± he whispered, his voice trembling, each word weighted with vulnerability. ¡°I don¡¯t understand the way you treat me. I¡ªI know I owe you so much¡­¡± His breath hitched, uneven and shallow, as if each word was a struggle to release.


    ¡°But if we¡¯re going to do this,¡± he continued, his voice breaking under the weight of his emotions, ¡°can you at least tell me? Be gentle with me. Please¡­ don¡¯t force me.¡± The words came out almost in a whisper, a raw edge of desperation cutting through them. ¡°I know my place, and I know I need to repay you for all you¡¯ve done¡­ but¡­¡± His voice faltered, cracking as a surge of emotions threatened to spill over. He bit his lip, barely managing to hold back the tears brimming in his eyes, his heart aching with an unspoken hope for kindness.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s aggressive demeanor faltered, his body tensing as Ji-Won¡¯s words sank in. For a brief moment, he froze, the harsh lines of his expression softening as he truly looked at Ji-Won¡ªseeing the fear and vulnerability etched across his face. Ji-Won¡¯s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his lips trembling as he struggled to keep his composure.


    ¡°Shit,¡± Youn-Jae muttered, his brow furrowing deeply. The weight of Ji-Won¡¯s terror cut through the drunken haze that clouded his mind, guilt creeping in like a cold tide. His shoulders slumped, the aggression in his movements evaporating as a deep sense of shame settled in.


    In a sudden shift, Youn-Jae collapsed against Ji-Won, his weight pressing down but lacking the earlier aggression. It was as if he had given up the fight with himself, his arms loosely wrapping around Ji-Won¡¯s frame in a messy, unintentional embrace. He buried his face in Ji-Won¡¯s shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against Ji-Won¡¯s skin.


    ¡°Sir¡­¡± Ji-Won whispered, his voice barely audible, but steady, carrying both fear and resolve. ¡°It¡¯s okay¡­ I can do this¡­ just, don¡¯t force me.¡± His hands shook as he cupped Youn-Jae¡¯s face again, this time leaning forward to press a delicate, trembling kiss to Youn-Jae¡¯s lips. The kiss wasn¡¯t passionate; it was gentle, almost pleading, as if asking Youn-Jae to hold back his storm.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s breath caught in his throat, and he pulled away just slightly, his eyes searching Ji-Won¡¯s face for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, he let his head dip lower, his lips brushing against the tender skin of Ji-Won¡¯s neck. His touch was softer now, almost reverent. He kissed the curve of Ji-Won¡¯s collarbone, then his chest, trailing down with a deliberate slowness that carried none of the earlier violence.


    Ji-Won let out a soft moan, his body responding to Youn-Jae¡¯s sudden tenderness, and for the first time that night, it felt as though the plea for gentleness had reached him. Youn-Jae moved with care, his mouth leaving burning kisses down Ji-Won¡¯s stomach, his hands now caressing rather than commanding. The desperation was still there, but it was tempered by a newfound sense of restraint, as if he was finally listening to Ji-Won¡¯s unspoken need for kindness.


    ¡°It will be alright¡­ I just need to loosen you up a bit,¡± Youn-Jae murmured, his voice low and soothing as he lifted his head slightly to peek at Ji-Won. ¡°It might hurt a little, but you¡¯ll get used to it.¡± His gaze was intense, yet there was a hint of softness in his eyes as he reassured Ji-Won.


    Youn-Jae reached over to the corner table beside the couch, pulling open the drawer and grabbing a bottle of lotion. He poured some onto his hands, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat simmering between them. In the back of his mind, Youn-Jae couldn¡¯t help but scoff, his thoughts briefly flickering to his friend who owned the villa. ¡°Huh, that asshole, he¡¯s even had a lotions and condoms in the drawer,¡± Youn-Jae thought, rolling his eyes at the irony.


    Returning his focus to Ji-Won, Youn-Jae¡¯s touch was gentler now but still firm, his fingers moving with a careful, measured rhythm. Ji-Won tensed, his breath catching in his throat as he felt Youn-Jae¡¯s finger slide deeper inside him. The sensation was foreign, a mix of discomfort and burgeoning pleasure that sent shivers down Ji-Won¡¯s spine. He bit his lip, trying to stifle the soft gasps that escaped him, his hands gripping the couch cushions as Youn-Jae continued.


    Youn-Jae watched Ji-Won¡¯s reactions closely, his own breath growing heavier with each passing second. He could feel Ji-Won¡¯s body tense, the way his muscles tightened as he pushed against the new sensations. Ji-Won¡¯s moans grew louder, more frequent, a clear sign that he was reaching his limit.


    ¡°Just hold on a little longer, Won,¡± Youn-Jae whispered, his voice low and coaxing as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against Ji-Won¡¯s ear. ¡°You¡¯re so tight¡­¡± His words were both a comfort and a tease.


    Ji-Won¡¯s grip on the couch tightened, his nails digging into the fabric as he tried to focus on Youn-Jae¡¯s words, the sound of his voice grounding him amidst the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure. His body trembled, every nerve alight as Youn-Jae¡¯s touch sent jolts of heat through him, leaving him breathless and aching for more.


    "I think you''re ready now," Youn-Jae whispered in Ji-Won''s ear again.


    He slowly withdrew his finger, and Ji-Won let out a soft whimper. Youn-Jae reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his erected penis, and pressed it against Ji-Won''s entrance, slowly seeking entry. Ji-Won''s breath caught in his throat as he felt the initial resistance


    "Just relax," he whispered. "So, it won''t hurt."


    Youn-Jae groaned, his voice filled with amazement and passion as he began to move slowly thrusting his hard cock inside and adjusting to the size of Ji-won¡¯s hole ¡°Fuck! your hole taking my ass to good, You like that, you little slut¡± Youn-Jae asked, as he began to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure, increasing his pace his hips moving in rhythm with Ji-Won''s, he reached around and grabbed Ji-Won''s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.


    "Cum for me," Youn-Jae said, his voice strained with pleasure.


    Ji-Won let out a loud moan as he came, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Youn-Jae followed soon after, his own release sending him over the edge.


    ***


    The morning light filtered through the window curtains, casting a soft, hazy glow over the living room. Ji-Won slowly opened his eyes, wincing at the dull ache that radiated through his entire body. He could feel the sting in his lower half, a sharp reminder of the previous night¡¯s events. His skin was marked with a trail of hickeys, each one a lingering trace of Youn-Jae¡¯s touch. Ji-Won¡¯s movements were slow and cautious as he tried to sit up, the soreness making every action a painful effort.


    He glanced down, noticing that his body had been cleaned and dressed in fresh clothes, the scent of laundry detergent faintly clinging to the fabric. It was as if Youn-Jae had tried to erase the evidence of what had happened, but the physical reminders were impossible to ignore.


    ¡°Did we really do that?¡±


    ¡°Did I really give him my first?¡±


    Ji-Won whispered to himself, his voice barely audible as he ran a shaky hand through his tousled hair.


    Just then, Youn-Jae appeared on the terrace, returning from his morning jog. He was shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat, and a towel hung loosely around his neck. His presence was magnetic, exuding confidence with every step as he walked past Ji-Won without a care.


    Ji-Won, still sitting on the couch, felt frozen in place. His heart pounded as he watched Youn-Jae, a mix of shame and embarrassment flooding him. He could barely meet Youn-Jae¡¯s eyes, his own gaze dropping to the floor. The sight of Youn-Jae''s toned physique made Ji-Won¡¯s cheeks burn with a mix of emotions he couldn¡¯t quite name¡ªwas it humiliation? Guilt? Desire?


    Youn-Jae, seemingly oblivious to Ji-Won¡¯s turmoil, casually reached out and patted Ji-Won¡¯s head as he passed, his touch light but jarring. The simple gesture sent a shock through Ji-Won¡¯s system, making him stiffen like a statue. It was as if Youn-Jae¡¯s touch had the power to unearth every raw emotion Ji-Won was trying so desperately to suppress.


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 Chapter 14 🔞

    Ji-Won wiggled his toes, delighting in the feeling of the cool sand slipping between them as if he were playing a game of tug-of-war with the waves that lapped at the shore. Each time the water touched his feet, it sent a small shiver up his spine, a playful dance between him and the sea. Youn-Jae, meanwhile, sat back in a lounge chair near the shore, engrossed in a book, the faint sounds of pages turning blending with the rhythmic crashing of the waves.


    ¡°Sir, why don¡¯t you come enjoy the sea with me?¡± Ji-Won called, his voice carrying the playful energy of the beach as he glanced over his shoulder.


    Youn-Jae barely lowered his book, just enough to shoot Ji-Won a smirk before returning to the words on the page, his posture relaxed and seemingly indifferent.


    Ji-Won pouted, sticking out his lower lip in mock displeasure. ¡°Why come all the way here just to sit and read?¡± he muttered, more to himself, turning back toward the waves. His feet sank deeper into the wet sand as he stared out at the endless expanse of water, the horizon stretching infinitely before him. The sight stirred something inside him, a familiar ache. His mind wandered, unbidden, to memories of his Hyung¡ªthe promise they had made, years ago, to visit the beach together.


    A wistful expression softened Ji-Won¡¯s features, the ocean now feeling like a distant, unreachable expanse, much like the growing distance between him and his Hyung. ¡°Can I ever reach you, Hyung?¡± The thought weighed heavily on him, pulling him into a quiet reverie. Without realizing it, his feet moved forward, inching toward the deeper water, his hands gently swaying with the rhythm of the waves, as if pulled by an invisible force.


    The cold water crept higher up his legs when suddenly, a strong hand gripped his wrist, yanking him back sharply. Ji-Won gasped, startled, and turned to find Youn-Jae standing behind him, his face a mask of tension, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made Ji-Won¡¯s heart stutter.


    ¡°What do you think you¡¯re doing?¡± Youn-Jae¡¯s voice was harsh, edged with both anger and concern. ¡°Do you even know how to swim?¡±


    Ji-Won blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in Youn-Jae¡¯s tone. ¡°No, Sir,¡± he admitted quietly, his voice soft in the face of Youn-Jae¡¯s fury. ¡°This is¡­ my first time at the beach.¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s expression darkened, his grip on Ji-Won¡¯s wrist tightening almost painfully. Without another word, he pulled Ji-Won back toward the shore, his steps quick and forceful. Ji-Won winced, the pressure on his wrist almost unbearable, but he didn¡¯t resist. He could feel the heat of Youn-Jae¡¯s anger radiating off him in waves as they moved through the sand, but beneath that, there was something else¡ªsomething that resembled fear.


    When they reached the dry sand, Youn-Jae abruptly released Ji-Won¡¯s wrist, shoving him back slightly as he struggled to regain control of his emotions. ¡°Are you out of your mind?¡± Youn-Jae snapped, his voice sharper than the wind cutting across the shore. ¡°What if you had gotten caught in the waves? What were you thinking?¡±


    Ji-Won stood there, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. Despite the reprimand, he found himself smiling softly, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Sir,¡± he said gently, his voice calm, almost soothing.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s anger wavered, his brow furrowing as Ji-Won¡¯s gentle smile disarmed him. It was as if that small, unguarded gesture had pierced right through the thick walls Youn-Jae had so carefully constructed. He swallowed, the intensity of his emotions catching him off guard. With a frustrated sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, turning away to hide the vulnerability flickering across his face.


    ¡°Just¡­ don¡¯t be reckless like that again,¡± Youn-Jae muttered under his breath, his voice losing its earlier sharpness. He shoved his hands into his pockets and began walking back toward the villa without waiting for a response.


    Ji-Won watched Youn-Jae¡¯s retreating figure, his heart pounding with a strange mix of emotions. Youn-Jae¡¯s mood had shifted so suddenly, the anger giving way to something softer, something Ji-Won couldn¡¯t quite name. He stood there for a moment, gazing after him, unsure of how to feel. Then, without a word, Ji-Won followed, trailing a few steps behind. His thoughts swirled in confusion and curiosity as he tried to make sense of Youn-Jae¡ªthe man who remained distant, yet seemed, at times, unbearably close.


    "Should I let the waves carry me closer to you, though I cannot deny the pull of another, a familiar melody my heart has chased for years? If I find him, I know I¡¯ll hold him tight, never to let him slip away."


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    "But if that moment comes, am I truly ready to face the cost¡ªto choose one, and lose the other forever?"


    ¡°Sir, wait!¡± Ji-Won called out, his voice catching in his throat.


    Youn-Jae glanced over his shoulder, his expression unreadable as he replied, ¡°Hurry up, I¡¯m starving.¡± His words were laced with impatience, but there was something softer underneath, as if he was trying to mask his own unsettled feelings. He turned back, heading toward the terrace without waiting for a response.


    As they stepped onto the terrace, Ji-Won felt the chill of the air against his wet clothes, sending a shiver through his body. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to fight the cold, but his teeth chattered. Youn-Jae, noticing Ji-Won¡¯s discomfort, paused and let out a heavy sigh. Without a word, he grabbed Ji-Won''s wrist again, but this time, the touch was gentle and firm, not rough like before. He pulled Ji-Won quickly toward the stairs, the water from their soaked clothes dripping onto the floor, creating a trail that led all the way to Youn-Jae¡¯s room.


    ¡°I can wash myself in my room, Sir,¡± Ji-Won protested softly, still shivering.


    ¡°What¡¯s the point? We¡¯ve already seen each other naked,¡± Youn-Jae said dismissively as he shrugged off his top and tossed it aside. He turned to the bathroom, his movements quick and unbothered. ¡°Hurry up, if you don¡¯t get those wet clothes off, you¡¯ll catch a cold.¡±


    Ji-Won hesitated but followed Youn-Jae into the bathroom. Both of them climbed into the bathtub, now filled with warm water. Ji-Won sat facing Youn-Jae, knees drawn up and arms wrapped tightly around them, trying to shield his bare body beneath the water. The warmth started to seep into his skin, but the tension on Ji-Won remained thick in the air.


    Without warning, Youn-Jae reached out and grabbed Ji-Won¡¯s feet, pulling him closer. Ji-Won slid toward him, his hands scrambling to find a grip on the edge of the tub as he tried to maintain some distance. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anxiety and something else he couldn¡¯t quite name.


    ¡°Come closer,¡± Youn-Jae murmured, his voice softer, almost affectionate as he turned Ji-Won around. ¡°I¡¯ll rub your back.¡±


    ¡°No, Sir¡­ that¡¯s really too much,¡± Ji-Won whispered, a mix of reluctance and uncertainty in his tone.


    ¡°It¡¯s fine,¡± Youn-Jae insisted, his touch light yet firm. ¡°Why are you so tense? I¡¯m just helping you clean.¡±


    Ji-Won was taken aback by Youn-Jae''s sudden gentleness. It was as if the roughness from him had vanished, replaced by a tenderness that caught Ji-Won off guard. Slowly, he turned back around to face Youn-Jae, his defenses lowering. Emboldened by the unexpected kindness, Ji-Won leaned in and lifted his body slightly to meet Youn-Jae¡¯s gaze before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.


    Youn-Jae didn¡¯t seem surprised; instead, a smirk played on his lips as he deepened the kiss, his hands gripping Ji-Won¡¯s shoulders, strong and possessive. Ji-Won felt the firmness of Youn-Jae¡¯s touch, a reminder that escape wasn¡¯t an option¡ªnot that he wanted to. Ji-Won surrendered to the kiss, the warmth of the water mingling with the heat of the moment, unsure whether to hold on or let go, but knowing one thing: he didn¡¯t want it to end.


    Youn-Jae''s hands roamed over Ji-Won¡¯s chest, pressing firmly Ji-Won¡¯s nipples as their lips intertwined in a heated kiss. The intensity between them grew, their breaths mingling and hearts racing. Youn-Jae''s lips trailed down Ji-Won''s neck, leaving a trail of kisses before biting gently, drawing a sharp gasp from Ji-Won.


    "It¡¯s amazing to hear you couldn¡¯t stop moaning ¡°Youn-Jae teased with a low, affectionate tone, savoring every sound Ji-Won made.


    Ji-Won straddled Youn-Jae, his body responding to every touch, every movement. He felt Youn-Jae''s arousal press against him, and his breath hitched.


    ¡°Sir, you¡¯re¡­¡± Ji-Won managed to gasp out, his voice thick with tension and need.


    ¡°I know,¡± Youn-Jae replied, a smirk playing on his lips. He shifted Ji-Won slightly, guiding him into a rhythm that sent shivers down Ji-Won¡¯s spine. Ji-Won moaned, his head falling back as his body moved instinctively, every sensation magnified by their closeness. The pleasure was overwhelming, building with each deliberate movement as Ji-Won¡¯s back arched, head leaning against the cool edge of the tub.


    Youn-Jae pulled Ji-Won closer, lifting him effortlessly and carrying him under the warm spray of the shower. The water cascaded over them, mingling with their heated breaths. Ji-Won leaned back against the cold tiles, his body shivering slightly from both the temperature and the intensity of their actions. Youn-Jae lifted one of Ji-Won¡¯s legs, positioning it carefully.


    ¡°Here,¡± Youn-Jae said, his voice firm but caring, guiding Ji-Won¡¯s arm around his shoulders. ¡°Hold on, so you don¡¯t lose your balance.¡±


    Ji-Won nodded, gripping onto Youn-Jae¡¯s shoulder for support. His fingers dug into Youn-Jae¡¯s neck, holding on as waves of pleasure and intensity crashed over him. The warm water from the shower pounded down on them, adding to the sensory overload.


    ¡°Turn around,¡± Youn-Jae commanded softly but urgently, his voice edged with a mix of desire and concern. Ji-Won obeyed, placing his hands against the cool shower wall for balance. His legs were trembling, the exertion leaving him breathless, but Youn-Jae''s presence kept him grounded. He leaned in close, pressing his forehead against the back of Ji-Won¡¯s neck, his breath hot against Ji-Won''s damp skin as they moved together.


    Ji-Won''s body shuddered with every motion, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. He could feel the strain in his muscles, the exhaustion creeping in, but he didn¡¯t want it to end. Youn-Jae¡¯s grip tightened slightly, steadying Ji-Won as he continued, both of them lost in the intensity of the moment, unwilling to let go.


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 Chapter 15

    Ji-Won¡¯s eyes remained closed, though he was fully awake. His mind replayed the last thing he remembered¡ªbeing with Youn-Jae in the bathroom, their intimate moments blending into a haze.


    "Shit! did I really pass out in the middle of that?" Ji-Won muttered to himself, eyes fluttering open. He tried to move but felt a comforting weight against his stomach. Lifting the blanket slightly, he realized Youn-Jae was cuddling him, one arm draped over Ji-Won¡¯s waist, holding him close. Youn-Jae¡¯s warmth was soothing, easing the chill Ji-Won hadn¡¯t noticed until now.


    Youn-Jae stirred, sensing Ji-Won¡¯s movement, and slowly opened his eyes. "You''re awake now?" he murmured, pulling back slightly but keeping his gaze soft on Ji-Won. "You slept the entire day. You passed out, you know?" Youn-Jae teased with a playful smirk.


    Ji-Won¡¯s cheeks flushed deeply, a mix of embarrassment and the lingering warmth from their closeness. "Sir, please don¡¯t tease me," he pleaded softly, his voice barely above a whisper.


    Youn-Jae chuckled, the sound warm and genuine, catching Ji-Won off guard. It was rare to see Youn-Jae so relaxed, his laughter so unguarded. "Okay, okay, I¡¯ll stop," Youn-Jae said, still smiling. "Let¡¯s eat first, then maybe we can go for a walk afterward?"


    Ji-Won watched him, a quiet awe settling in his chest. "Is this really him? It¡¯s the first time I¡¯ve seen him laugh like that¡ªso freely," Ji-Won thought, unable to suppress a small smile of his own. Slowly, he sat up, feeling the softness of the bed beneath him and the lingering warmth of where Youn-Jae had been beside him.


    "Actually, Sir," Ji-Won began hesitantly, his voice still carrying a touch of shyness. "Can we walk first?"


    Youn-Jae raised an eyebrow, amused by Ji-Won¡¯s sudden eagerness. "You sure got all your strength back after sleeping all day, huh!" Youn-Jae teased lightly, but there was a fondness in his eyes that made Ji-Won¡¯s heart skip a beat.


    Ji-Won nodded, his confidence growing slightly as he met Youn-Jae¡¯s gaze. "I feel¡­better now. Let¡¯s go."


    Youn-Jae nodded, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Ji-Won¡¯s face, his touch gentle. ¡°Alright then, let¡¯s get going,¡± he said, his voice softening.


    ***


    ¡°Enjoy yourself, Won. We¡¯re leaving tomorrow.¡± Youn-Jae patted Ji-Won on the head as they walked along the sand, a gentle smile on his face.


    ¡°Sir, thank you so much. Honestly, I¡¯d love to come back here with you again,¡± Ji-Won said, his voice sincere, eyes reflecting a deep sense of contentment and happiness.


    They sat quietly on the sand for a while, basking in the serene beauty of their surroundings. The calming rhythm of the sea and the warmth of the moment made them both feel a profound sense of relief and comfort. Their connection deepened with each passing second.


    Suddenly, a familiar voice called out from behind.


    ¡°Sir¡±


    Youn-Jae and Ji-Won turned around to see Secretary Min approaching. He had driven all the way to Gangwon-do in a hurry. His face was tense and urgent. Youn-Jae stood up abruptly, leaving Ji-Won behind as he walked towards Secretary Min.


    ¡°What are you doing here?¡± Youn-Jae asked, his tone edged with concern.


    ¡°President, we need to go back to Seoul,¡± Secretary Min said, his voice clipped and rushed, glancing nervously at Ji-Won to ensure he wouldn¡¯t hear him address Youn-Jae as President. He shifted his weight, a subtle sign of his anxiety.


    Ji-Won, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, appeared behind Youn-Jae, bowing politely to Secretary Min. His posture was straight, but a frown tugged at the corners of his mouth as he instinctively sensed the tension. The three of them walked back into the villa, the air thick with unspoken worries.


    ¡°So, what¡¯s wrong? Why the sudden urgency?¡± Youn-Jae asked, his brow furrowing as he tried to grasp the situation. He crossed his arms, an unconscious gesture of protectiveness as he searched Secretary Min¡¯s face for answers.


    Secretary Min hesitated, his discomfort evident as he darted a glance at Ji-Won. Youn-Jae¡¯s gaze sharpened, a storm brewing behind his eyes as he caught on to the underlying gravity of the moment.


    ¡°Won¡ªgo upstairs and get ready. We¡¯re leaving now,¡± Youn-Jae¡¯s voice was firm, brooking no argument, his jaw set with determination.


    Ji-Won didn¡¯t question it. He nodded, the uncertainty gnawing at him, and hurried up the stairs, racing to get ready. Once Secretary Min was sure Ji-Won was out of earshot, he turned to Youn-Jae, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the news he was about to deliver.


    After ten minutes, Ji-Won returned downstairs, fully prepared to leave. However, his heart sank when he found only Secretary Min in the living room. Youn-Jae was nowhere in sight.


    ¡°Sir Kyle has already left in his car. You¡¯ll be riding with me,¡± Secretary Min said, his tone apologetic yet firm, a shadow of sympathy flickering in his eyes.


    Ji-Won¡¯s face fell into a mask of sadness and devastation. The world around him dimmed as he processed the reality that Youn-Jae had left without even saying goodbye. Words failed him, and he followed Secretary Min outside, each step heavier than the last.


    The drive back to Seoul was somber. The silence in the car felt like a suffocating blanket, punctuated only by Ji-Won¡¯s despondent gaze fixed out the window. The cityscape blurred past, a reflection of the turmoil roiling within him.Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.


    After an hour, Secretary Min dropped Ji-Won near the caf¨¦. Ji-Won¡¯s expression remained unchanged as he thanked Secretary Min for the ride, forcing a smile that didn¡¯t quite reach his eyes. ¡°Please, let Sir Kyle know I¡¯m grateful for the vacation,¡± he managed, though his heart was not in it. He promised to wait for Youn-Jae¡¯s call or message. Secretary Min nodded, his face lined with concern. ¡°Take care, Won,¡± he said softly, sighing deeply as Ji-Won closed the car door.


    As Ji-Won walked toward the caf¨¦, he noticed the usual lights were dim, and the place was unusually quiet. Through the window, he spotted Uncle Baek and Byeong-Ho seated at a table, their expressions grave as they engaged in a serious discussion. Byeong-Ho rushed to open the door as Ji-Won approached, his eyes wide with urgency.


    ¡°Hyung! We¡¯ve been waiting for you,¡± Byeong-Ho¡¯s tone was rushed, lacking its usual excitement, his hands fidgeting at his sides.


    Upon entering, Ji-Won noticed boxes and items were missing from their usual places, a jarring sight that made his stomach churn.


    ¡°What¡¯s happening here? Uncle? Byeong-Ho?¡± Ji-Won¡¯s voice trembled with confusion, his brows knitting together in distress.


    Uncle Baek stood up, holding an eviction notice with trembling hands. He handed it to Ji-Won, his heart heavy with the burden of delivering such devastating news. ¡°We¡¯re leaving today, Ji-Won. We have to,¡± he said, his voice breaking slightly.


    ¡°What? This must be a mistake,¡± Ji-Won protested, desperation rising in his voice as he took a step back, feeling as if the ground was shifting beneath him.


    ¡°I know they¡¯ve given us six months, but they didn¡¯t explain why the sudden change,¡± Uncle Baek replied, his tone resigned as he slumped slightly in his chair, the weight of uncertainty heavy on his shoulders. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that spoke of his frustration and helplessness.


    ¡°There could be a misunderstanding,¡± Ji-Won insisted, his voice rising with urgency as he searched frantically for his phone, his fingers trembling as they navigated through the contacts. He pressed the call button for Youn-Jae, but the call failed to connect. Panic gripped him, tightening his chest as he dialed repeatedly, each failed attempt amplifying the storm of emotions swirling inside him.


    ¡°Why isn¡¯t he answering?¡± Ji-Won muttered under his breath, his brow furrowed in distress, his heart racing as frustration mounted. He felt as if the ground was slipping beneath him, and he struggled to comprehend how everything they had fought for was crumbling so suddenly.


    ¡°Just wait here, Uncle,¡± Ji-Won said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched in determination. The frustration was palpable in his voice as he turned on his heel, urgency propelling him out of the caf¨¦. He clutched his phone tightly, as if it could somehow bridge the distance between him and Youn-Jae.


    His heart pounded heavily in his chest as he ran, each beat echoing in his ears, torn between heading to his apartment or the office. The world around him blurred, his mind a chaotic mess consumed by the urgent need to speak with Youn-Jae and get clarity on the situation.


    ***


    Youn-Jae was nowhere to be found¡ªneither at his apartment nor his office. The hollow ache in Ji-Won¡¯s chest grew with every step he took back toward the caf¨¦, his head lowered in despair. His phone, gripped tightly in his hand, felt like dead weight. Desperation crawled up his throat as he tried calling Youn-Jae again. The phone rang endlessly before cutting off, a bitter reminder of the growing distance between them.


    Ji-Won sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as he stared at the screen, anxiety gnawing at him. His thumb hovered over the call button, hesitant. A part of him feared what he might hear, yet the urge to understand, he dialed once more, heart pounding in his ears as the phone rang.


    This time, Youn-Jae answered.


    "Hello," Youn-Jae''s voice was flat, devoid of the warmth.


    "Sir! I need to talk to you. Where are you?" Ji-Won¡¯s voice trembled, urgency and desperation spilling from his words.


    ¡°I can¡¯t talk right now,¡± Youn-Jae replied curtly, the coldness in his tone cutting like a knife through Ji-Won¡¯s chest.


    ¡°How about later or tomorrow? I think there¡¯s a misunderstanding about the building,¡± Ji-Won pleaded, a frantic edge to his voice. His mind raced, grasping for any explanation, any lifeline to pull them out of this darkness.


    ¡°There¡¯s no misunderstanding, Won.¡± Youn-Jae¡¯s voice was emotionless, final, as if he¡¯d already made up his mind.


    ¡°Huh? What do you mean, Sir?¡± Ji-Won¡¯s heart sank, confusion and fear swirling in his gut. His hand gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white, dread creeping in.


    ¡°Won, I need to hang up now,¡± Youn-Jae replied, his tone cold.


    "Wa... wait, Sir. Let¡¯s talk about this!" Ji-Won¡¯s voice cracked, panic rising as he felt the situation slipping through his fingers like sand. A chill ran down his spine, his stomach twisting with the fear that he was about to lose everything.


    "I have a flight to catch." Youn-Jae stated, dismissive, as if Ji-Won¡¯s words didn¡¯t matter, as if the conversation meant nothing.


    "What flight? Where are you going, Sir? Please, we need to talk¡ªI need to talk to you." Ji-Won¡¯s voice trembled, his heart pounding violently in his chest. His breaths came in shallow bursts, the weight of impending heartbreak threatening to crush him.


    "Don¡¯t wait for me from now on. Do you understand?" Youn-Jae¡¯s words struck like a sledgehammer, leaving Ji-Won momentarily breathless, his chest tightening with the force of unspoken pain.


    "Sir! Did I do something wrong?" Ji-Won¡¯s voice wavered, raw and desperate, as he reached out instinctively, his trembling hands grasping at air. "Please¡­ I¡¯ll fix it. I¡¯ll do better¡ªjust don¡¯t do this to me." His heart ached, the words spilling from him in a torrent of confusion and hurt. "I really thought¡­ we were starting to walk the same path, to understand each other."


    "Stop, Won," Youn - Jae tone as sharp as broken glass. "You heard me. Don¡¯t wait for me."


    Ji-Won¡¯s chest tightened, dread building like a storm. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears.


    ¡°I don¡¯t have any intention of going further with you, or taking this any further,¡± Youn-Jae¡¯s voice was steady, too steady, masking the weight of his own words. ¡°I only wanted to mess around with you, to play with you.¡±


    Ji-Won felt the ground beneath him disappear. His breath caught in his throat as disbelief and agony twisted inside him. He opened his mouth to speak but found no words.


    ¡°I never imagined I would develop feelings for you.¡± Youn-Jae¡¯s confession was like a final blow, driving the knife deeper.


    Each word was a dagger, twisting in Ji-Won¡¯s chest, slicing through the fragile hope he had held onto. His knees weakened, and his vision blurred with unshed tears. The pain was unbearable, a suffocating weight crushing his chest, making it hard to breathe.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s voice echoed in his mind, cold and detached, tearing him apart.


    The phone slipped from Ji-Won¡¯s trembling hand, crashing to the floor with a hollow thud. His body followed, collapsing in a heap beside the phone. His legs gave way as if the world had collapsed beneath him. He could feel the life draining from his limbs, his mind spiraling into chaos.


    Before darkness fully claimed him, Ji-Won¡¯s trembling lips parted, his voice barely a whisper, fractured and raw. ¡°I wish I¡¯d never met you¡­.¡±


    The world faded around him, consumed by the unbearable weight of heartbreak.


    ***


    ¡°Hyung¡­ what happened?!¡± Byeong-Ho¡¯s voice was panicked as he saw Ji-Won¡¯s crumpled figure lying motionless on the ground near the caf¨¦. His eyes widened in alarm as he rushed over, his heart racing with fear.


    He knelt beside Ji-Won, shaking him gently, slapping his cheeks lightly, desperate to wake him. ¡°Hyung, please wake up!¡±


    But Ji-Won¡¯s eyes remained closed, his face pale, his body limp.


    Byeong-Ho acted swiftly, his heart pounding in his chest. He lifted Ji-Won onto his back, struggling to hold back his own panic as he hurried to the street to hail a taxi.


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 Chapter 16

    Ji-Won lay motionless on the hospital bed, his face pale, his breathing shallow. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the room, a stark contrast to the life outside. Byeong-Ho sat rigid in the chair beside him, his fingers nervously drumming against his knees, glancing at Ji-Won every few seconds, praying silently for him to wake up.


    At the nurse''s station, Uncle Baek anxiously signed forms, casting quick glances toward Ji-Won. His face was lined with tension, the usually calm demeanor replaced with deep concern. When the nurses assured him everything was in order, he hurried back, his steps quick and heavy with the weight of fear.


    As if sensing their concern, Ji-Won stirred. His eyelids fluttered, brow furrowing as a pained groan escaped his lips. Slowly, he tried to push himself up, his hand instinctively clutching his head as a sharp pain shot through his skull.


    Uncle Baek noticed the movement and rushed to his side, the relief palpable in his voice. "Ji-Won, you''re awake!" he said, his voice soft but laden with worry. He leaned over the bed, eyes scanning Ji-Won¡¯s face for any sign of serious injury. "How are you feeling?"


    Ji-Won blinked, disoriented, his vision blurred as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. His throat felt tight, and his voice came out as a hoarse whisper. ¡°Why am I here?¡± He winced, the dull throb in his head making it hard to focus.


    Beside him, Byeong-Ho leaned forward, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the edge of Ji-Won¡¯s blanket. ¡°Hyung, I found you unconscious near the caf¨¦,¡± he said, his voice unsteady, a mix of relief and guilt evident in his tone. ¡°You were just lying there¡­ I was scared.¡±


    Uncle Baek, who usually hid his emotions well, couldn¡¯t mask the worry etched deeply on his face. He ran a hand through his graying hair, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. "Ji-Won, what happened to you? Thank goodness Byeong-Ho found you when he did. You had me scared half to death." His brows furrowed, his usually stern expression softened by fear.


    Ji-Won¡¯s lips quivered, his breath hitching as he fought back the tears threatening to spill over. His chest felt heavy, as if every word he wanted to say was too much to bear. He lowered his gaze, unable to meet Uncle Baek¡¯s eyes. "I¡¯m so sorry, Uncle," he murmured, his voice cracking with guilt and shame.


    Uncle Baek¡¯s stern mask faltered, his hand coming to rest gently on Ji-Won¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Why are you apologizing, you stubborn boy¡± he asked, his voice attempting to stay light, but the concern beneath it was undeniable. "You¡¯re the one lying in the hospital bed, not me."


    Ji-Won shook his head weakly, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. ¡°I¡­ I couldn¡¯t do anything about the caf¨¦,¡± he whispered, his voice barely audible as if each word cut him deeply. He felt small, insignificant¡ªlike he¡¯d failed them all.


    Uncle Baek¡¯s expression softened further, and he squeezed Ji-Won¡¯s shoulder reassuringly. ¡°It¡¯s okay, Ji-Won," he said quietly, though his voice trembled ever so slightly. "This is beyond our control now. You¡¯re worth more than any caf¨¦. I''d rather lose the business than lose you." His voice grew softer, laced with a vulnerability that he rarely showed. "But what happened out there, Ji-Won? Why were you out cold like that?" There was a plea in his voice, a desire to understand, but Ji-Won¡¯s silence was answer enough.


    Ji-Won didn¡¯t meet his gaze. His heart weighed heavy with things unsaid, but he couldn¡¯t bear to add more to Uncle Baek¡¯s burdens. Not now. Not when everything seemed to be falling apart.


    Instead, he swallowed thickly, his voice barely more than a whisper as he asked, ¡°But¡­ what will happen to us now?¡± His eyes flickered with fear, the uncertainty of the future looming like a dark cloud.


    Uncle Baek sighed, the weight of the world visible in the lines on his face. But he gave a faint, reassuring smile, even though it didn¡¯t quite reach his eyes. "We¡¯ll figure it out, Ji-Won. For now, we go back to my hometown, okay? We¡¯ll find a way through this together." His words were firm, but the hidden worry in his tone was undeniable.


    Byeong-Ho, who had been sitting quietly, finally spoke, his voice soft and tentative. "We¡¯ll be alright, Hyung. You don¡¯t have to carry this alone." He looked at Ji-Won, his own eyes red-rimmed with exhaustion, as if willing him to believe that they could still hold on, despite everything.


    Ji-Won nodded weakly, though the fear and uncertainty still clung to him. He wasn¡¯t sure how they would survive the storm ahead, but Uncle Baek¡¯s words, Byeong-Ho¡¯s presence¡ªit was enough, for now.


    And though his heart still ached, Ji-Won let himself close his eyes, finding comfort, however brief, in the knowledge that they were together.


    ***


    After Ji-Won was discharged from the hospital, the decision to leave Seoul wasn¡¯t a slow, drawn-out process. It came swiftly, like a wave crashing against the shore, and before they knew it, Ji-Won, Uncle Baek, and Byeong-Ho were packing up their lives. The caf¨¦, once full of laughter and regulars, now felt like a hollow shell as they boxed up memories and belongings, the weight of their uncertain future making each step heavier. Every item they packed¡ªa favorite cup, a chair worn by time¡ªseemed to carry the burden of what they were leaving behind.


    Ji-Won moved through the space quietly, his movements deliberate, though his mind was distant. His body still felt weak from the hospital stay, but that wasn¡¯t what weighed on him. It was the feeling of finality in the air, the understanding that this chapter of their lives was closing.


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    When they boarded the ferry bound for Jeju Island, the reality of it all began to settle. Standing on the deck, Ji-Won leaned against the railing, gripping it tightly as the ferry slowly pulled away from the port. The cool breeze brushed against his face, tousling his hair, but it did little to lift the heaviness in his chest. His eyes remained fixed on the disappearing skyline of Seoul. The towering skyscrapers, the neon lights, the constant hum of life¡ªit had been his home, his battleground. And now, it was shrinking, fading into the horizon like a distant memory.


    As they crossed the sea, the sound of the waves lapping against the hull became a rhythmic reminder of their journey¡ªa journey not just across water, but toward something they could only hope would be better. Ji-Won¡¯s heart was heavy with the losses they¡¯d endured, but beneath it all, there was a small flicker of hope, fragile and flickering like a candle in the wind.


    When the ferry finally approached Jeju Island, the landscape came into view. Lush green hills rolled toward the shoreline, dotted with traditional stone houses and tangerine orchards. The air smelled different here¡ªfresher, saltier, carrying the promise of a quieter life. Ji-Won took in the sight of Seongsan Ilchulbong in the distance, its proud volcanic peak standing like a sentinel over the island, watching over them as they neared. It felt like a new beginning, even if it was born from the ashes of what they¡¯d left behind.


    Ji-Won breathed deeply, inhaling the sea air, feeling something loosen in his chest. Relief. Anticipation. Fear. It was all mixed together, churning inside him like the ocean waves beneath their ferry. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the tension slowly melt away. They had left the city, yes, but more than that¡ªthey had left the pain, the memories, the battles they couldn¡¯t win. Here, in this place, maybe they could find something else. Something that wasn¡¯t just survival, but peace.


    As the ferry docked, Uncle Baek placed a reassuring hand on Ji-Won¡¯s shoulder. ¡°We¡¯re home,¡± he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of their shared exhaustion but also a glimmer of hope. His face, usually stern, was softened by the sight of his childhood island. This was his place¡ªwhere he had grown up, where people knew him. Where maybe, just maybe, they could start over.


    Ji-Won nodded, feeling the comfort of his uncle¡¯s hand, though the uncertainty still gnawed at him. He wasn¡¯t sure if he could call this place home yet, but as he looked toward the shore, with its simple stone houses and endless fields, it didn¡¯t seem like such a bad place to start again.


    The village they arrived in felt like another world compared to Seoul. The traditional Jeju stone houses stood humbly in the distance, their thatched roofs blending into the landscape. Fields of tangerines stretched out toward the horizon, their bright oranges a stark contrast to the deep green of the gardens surrounding them. Farmers worked the volcanic soil, their movements slow and steady, as if time here moved differently¡ªmore forgivingly.


    The sense of community was palpable. As they passed through the village, Ji-Won saw neighbors chatting, exchanging smiles, and sharing the load of farm work, their hands stained with the earth they tilled together. Fishing boats bobbed gently in the nearby harbor, small but sturdy, a reminder of the simpler, more connected life they were entering.


    Ji-Won couldn¡¯t help but feel the weight of their new life settling over him. It wasn¡¯t just about leaving Seoul; it was about finding something here, in this small, close-knit village, that they had lost in the city: belonging. As he took his first steps off the ferry and onto Jeju soil, he wondered if this place could offer them the refuge they so desperately needed.


    Uncle Baek turned to them, his voice steady but filled with emotion. ¡°We¡¯ll figure it out,¡± he said, looking first at Ji-Won, then at Byeong-Ho. His eyes reflected the warmth of the island sun, and for the first time in a long while, Ji-Won allowed himself to believe that they would.


    ***


    months had passed since they settled into their new life on Jeju Island. The transition from Seoul¡¯s bustling cityscape to the island¡¯s serene coastlines and rolling fields had been challenging, but also strangely comforting. They had quickly found work on the local tangerine farms, where they spent their mornings picking fruit under the clear sky. In the afternoons, they helped at the local fish market, selling the daily catch to tourists and locals alike. The rhythm of this new life, though simple, was beginning to feel like home.


    "Hyung, you¡¯re getting faster at this," Byeong-Ho said, grinning as he watched Ji-Won expertly navigate the ladder. "Remember how clumsy you were when we first got here? You almost fell off twice."


    Ji-Won chuckled, brushing a stray leaf off his sweater. "Yeah, well, I guess I¡¯m a fast learner. Besides, I don¡¯t think I had much of a choice, right? Gotta keep up with you guys."


    Uncle Baek, who was nearby with a crate full of freshly picked tangerines, looked up and smiled. "You¡¯re both doing great."


    ¡°Oh, it¡¯s starting to get chilly.¡± Byeong-Ho sighed, his breath visible in the crisp air as he rubbed his arms for warmth.


    Ji-Won, glancing up at the overcast sky, shivered slightly. ¡°We didn¡¯t notice how time flew by. It¡¯s almost winter.¡±


    As they continued to pick tangerines, their movements became more deliberate, the cold nipping at their fingers. The golden hues of the late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the orchard, a stark reminder of the approaching season.


    Once their work was done, they walked side by side towards Uncle Baek¡¯s house. Their steps were slow, the cold making them huddle closer for warmth. The weight of the day¡¯s labor was evident in their tired faces.


    Uncle Baek looked up and smiled warmly at them, his eyes crinkling at the corners. ¡°Good job today, you two,¡± he said, his tone both approving and encouraging. ¡°Let¡¯s get ready for the market. We have a lot to prepare.¡±


    Ji-Won nodded, his breath visible in the chilly while Byeong-Ho, rubbing his hands together to warm them.


    ***


    Later, at the market, Ji-Won and Byeong-Ho helped Uncle Baek set up their small stall. The tangy scent of the sea mixed with the fresh tangerines they had brought, creating a surprisingly pleasant aroma that drew a few curious customers. Ji-Won arranged the tangerines in neat piles, while Byeong-Ho handled the fish, skillfully slicing and preparing them for sale.


    A local customer, an elderly woman bundled in a heavy coat, stopped by their stall and pointed at the fresh fish. "Looks good, boys. How much for the mackerel?"


    "Five thousand won, ma¡¯am," Byeong-Ho replied with a polite smile. "Best catch of the day. We picked it up straight from the boat this morning."


    Ji-Won, overhearing the conversation, added, "We¡¯ve also got some fresh tangerines if you¡¯re interested. Perfect for the winter season."


    The woman nodded, pleased. "You boys are doing well here. I¡¯ve seen you at the farm, too. It¡¯s good to see young people working hard."


    Uncle Baek placed a hand on Ji-Won¡¯s shoulder "We¡¯re doing alright, aren¡¯t we? It¡¯s not the caf¨¦, and it¡¯s not Seoul, but¡­ we¡¯re making it work."


    "Yeah, Uncle. We¡¯re doing more than alright. We¡¯re surviving. And that¡¯s something."


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 Chapter 17 (?? Long Chapter)

    Time rushed by like the relentless flow of a river, and months had slipped away effortlessly for Youn-Jae. After his father discovered what he had done back in Korea with the building, the Chairman stormed into Youn-Jae¡¯s apartment, his disappointment palpable. With a sharp demand, he forced Youn-Jae to return to Germany immediately.


    Now, fully immersed in his work, Youn-Jae¡¯s memories of Korea seemed distant, as if washed away by the demands of his daily life. The back-to-back meetings, endless phone calls, and business dinners left little room for reflection. His focus was sharp, navigating his business empire with the same precision and intensity that had always defined him. The German market remained as challenging as ever, but he thrived under the pressure, his mind consumed with strategy and ambition.


    ¡°Everything ready for the meeting at ten?¡± Youn-Jae asked, his voice steady, with a sharp edge of authority, his gaze flicking toward Secretary Min.


    Secretary Min, ever efficient, handed over a file, nodding respectfully. ¡°Yes, President. The partners are expecting you.¡±


    ¡°Good,¡± Youn-Jae replied curtly, his eyes scanning the file for a moment.


    As Youn-Jae settled into the plush leather seat of his sleek car, the cityscape of Frankfurt blurred past the window. He leaned back, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest, his mind momentarily wandering from the task at hand.


    ¡°President,¡± Secretary Min¡¯s voice broke through the quiet hum of the engine, his tone clipped and professional, ¡°Chairman called this morning. He wants to know how long he¡¯s going to wait for your answer.¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s brow furrowed slightly as he glanced up from his thoughts. He rubbed his temple with his thumb, an old habit whenever something irritated him. ¡°Has Father really agreed to my brother¡¯s idea?¡± he asked, his voice carrying a hint of disbelief and mild irritation. His gaze shifted back toward the passing cityscape, trying to quell the frustration rising within him.


    ¡°Absolutely, President,¡± Secretary Min replied, his voice steady but tinged with a note of caution. ¡°Especially after what happened in Korea. He¡¯s paying much closer attention to you now. He¡¯s not giving you much choice in this.¡±


    A heavy sigh escaped Youn-Jae¡¯s lips as he leaned back into the seat, rubbing his temples harder this time. The tension in his posture was evident as his shoulders sagged. ¡°It¡¯s already over,¡± he muttered, exasperation creeping into his tone. ¡°Why is everyone still making such a fuss over it?¡±


    ¡°I warned you back then,¡± Secretary Min interjected calmly, his expression neutral but his words carrying the weight of hindsight. ¡°But you never listen.¡±


    Youn-Jae let out another long, frustrated sigh, his fingers now drumming impatiently against the seat. ¡°Just tell Father we have too much to handle here. We can¡¯t afford to fly to America right now,¡± he said sharply, his voice laced with frustration. He turned his gaze back to the window, watching the blur of buildings outside, his thoughts racing ahead.


    Secretary Min shook his head slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. He knew this dance too well. ¡°You know he won¡¯t accept that,¡± he replied, his tone matter-of-fact but with a hint of resigned practicality.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s shoulders slumped further, a deep frown etched across his face. He let out a heavy breath, the weight of expectation pressing down on him. ¡°Then book a ticket for next week,¡± he said, his voice low and laced with quiet defeat. ¡°Maybe that¡¯ll stop them from hounding me.¡±


    Secretary Min offered a nod, his eyes steady and calm, though the subtle tension in his posture betrayed his concern. ¡°I suggest you just follow through this time,¡± he advised, his tone soft but firm. ¡°Especially with your father. You know how persistent he can be. It might be best to show him some compliance.¡±


    Youn-Jae remained silent for a moment, his fingers gripping the armrest tightly as he processed the suggestion. Finally, he gave a slow, weary nod. ¡°Alright,¡± he conceded, his voice flat, devoid of enthusiasm but resigned to the reality of the situation. The weight of responsibility hung heavily on him, as it always had.


    Just then, the sharp ring of Secretary Min¡¯s phone cut through the air. He glanced down at the screen, his brow furrowing slightly in curiosity. ¡°It¡¯s from Korea,¡± he murmured, ¡°but it¡¯s not the Chairman this time.¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s expression shifted, his irritation momentarily forgotten as he turned to watch Secretary Min answer the call.


    ¡°Hello?¡± Secretary Min¡¯s voice was professional, his posture straightening as he listened intently. His brows knitted together as the caller from the university began to speak, his expression shifting from neutral to one of careful concern.


    After a few moments, he ended the call and adjusted his glasses before turning back to Youn-Jae. ¡°President,¡± he began, his voice calm yet deliberate, ¡°they¡¯ve sent us the initial list of names. The final list will be available after the Spring enrollment.¡±


    Youn-Jae¡¯s expression darkened slightly at the mention of Korea. He crossed his arms, leaning back into the seat, his jaw tightening. ¡°I don¡¯t want to go back to Korea,¡± he said firmly, his words slow and deliberate, each one carrying the weight of his determination. His voice wavered, almost imperceptibly, when he added, ¡°Not until we find Ji-Won.¡±


    For a moment, the name seemed to hang in the air, laden with unspoken emotion. Youn-Jae¡¯s eyes flickered with something¡ªregret, pain, longing¡ªbut he quickly steeled himself, pushing it back beneath the surface. His voice grew colder, more controlled as he continued, ¡°So make sure everything is settled here, even if we¡¯re miles away.¡±


    Secretary Min nodded, his expression respectful but knowing. ¡°Understood, President,¡± he replied with calm resolve. ¡°I¡¯ll take care of it. You don¡¯t have to worry.¡±


    Youn-Jae gave a curt nod, his gaze drifting back to the city beyond the window, though his mind was far from the skyline of Frankfurt. The weight of unresolved matters, of choices made and consequences faced, loomed large, and yet, for now, all he could do was move forward.


    ***


    The bustling atmosphere of Frankfurt Airport was filled with the constant hum of travelers and the rhythmic sounds of luggage wheels gliding across polished floors. Flight information screens flickered above, announcing arrivals and departures in a dozen languages. Among the sea of passengers, a sense of anticipation and hurried movement spread through the crowd.


    A crisp, authoritative voice echoed through the terminal¡¯s PA system, cutting through the noise:


    ¡°Attention all passengers on flight LH456 bound for the United States, this is your final boarding call. Please proceed to boarding gate A17 immediately. We appreciate your cooperation and wish you a pleasant journey.¡±


    Travelers swiftly grabbed their belongings, the pace quickening as they headed toward Gate A17. The path was lined with duty-free shops and bustling caf¨¦s, with the sounds of overlapping announcements filling the air.


    In the quieter VIP lounge, Secretary Min leaned in toward Youn-Jae, his voice steady. "President, Mr. Kim just sent a message¡ªthey¡¯ve already arrived in the US."


    Youn-Jae, skimming through his papers, chuckled softly without looking up. "Fast, isn¡¯t it?" He stood up, gathering his things with a smooth efficiency, his expression composed. "Let¡¯s head to the boarding gate."


    As they walked out of the lounge, Secretary Min hurriedly added, "The university has sent another list of names."


    Youn-Jae nodded, his gaze distant, already focused on their next move. "Let¡¯s review it once we get to the US," he said, brushing off the details for later.


    As they boarded the plane, the atmosphere shifted from the hectic terminal to the calm of business class. The plush seats and warm lighting offered a brief reprieve. Youn-Jae and Secretary Min settled into their seats, greeted by the cabin crew with practiced smiles.


    "Let¡¯s get comfortable and go over the documents," Youn-Jae said, pulling out his laptop. He spoke without pausing, his focus unwavering as he navigated between files on the screen.


    Secretary Min, his brow furrowing slightly, watched him for a moment before interjecting, "Aren¡¯t you going to take a break? It¡¯s a long trip."


    Without looking up, Youn-Jae¡¯s lips curled into a faint, distracted smile. "I just need to finish this first. Then I¡¯ll rest."


    Secretary Min shook his head lightly, his tone growing more insistent. "Just take a break, President. It¡¯s going to be even more exhausting when we get there. You know that."


    Youn-Jae sighed, his fingers slowing on the keyboard. He glanced briefly, his expression unreadable but tinged with weariness. "I¡¯ll rest when I can. But right now, there¡¯s no time."


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    The hours ticked by in a blur of work and fleeting moments of rest. Youn-Jae alternated between typing furiously and taking short, restless naps. Occasionally, his gaze would drift toward the screen tracking their flight, but it always snapped back to his laptop before he could linger.


    As the flight attendant¡¯s voice crackled over the intercom, signaling their descent, Youn-Jae reluctantly closed his laptop. He stretched, rubbing the back of his neck, and glanced out the window. The sprawling lights of New York City were now visible beneath them, a sharp contrast to the endless sky.


    ¡°Here we are, diving into the new drama,¡± Youn-Jae murmured, gazing out the window with a hint of resignation.


    ¡°President, stop sulking,¡± Secretary Min teased, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.


    Youn-Jae shook his head, visibly displeased. ¡°I really don¡¯t like the idea of coming to America, especially with Hyung constantly pushing me to marry.¡±


    Secretary Min chuckled


    ¡°Shouldn¡¯t it be Hyung who¡¯s getting married instead of me?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you know the whole story why he didn¡¯t?¡± Secretary Min prodded, raising an eyebrow.


    ¡°Nah,¡± Youn-Jae responded dismissively, his tone flat and uninterested.


    ¡°Since it seems the Chairman didn¡¯t fill you in,¡± Secretary Min said with a sympathetic smile, ¡°I¡¯d suggest just going along with what your Hyung and the Chairman want. It¡¯s better not to cause any trouble.¡±


    Youn-Jae let out a deep, resigned sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. ¡°Is that so?¡± he replied, clearly uninterested and weary.


    The plane touched down smoothly, and the passengers stirred as the attendants began their final preparations. As they disembarked, the hum of the airport greeted them once more.


    As Youn-Jae and Secretary Min walk through the jet bridge, the hum of the airport fills the air. Youn-Jae''s expression is a mix of anticipation and slight fatigue from the long flight.


    They proceed through the bustling arrival terminal, navigating their way past other travelers and signs directing them to passport control. Youn-Jae, focused and slightly distracted, scans the area for the necessary protocols.


    Tobi stood eagerly in the arrivals hall, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd. Her vibrant blonde hair swayed slightly as she shifted from foot to foot, barely containing her excitement. The moment she spotted Youn-Jae and Secretary Min, her face lit up with a broad smile.


    ¡°Youn-Jae! Over here!¡± she called, her voice bright and full of energy as she waved enthusiastically.


    Tobi, a long-time friend of Youn-Jae for almost ten years, is a striking presence with her flowing blonde hair and model-like figure. Her impeccable fashion sense reflects her unique blend of American and Korean heritage. Although her mother, a Korean, passed away before Tobi graduated from high school, Tobi has grown up under the care of her father, Anderson West, a business tycoon with ventures in both the USA and Korea. Her father¡¯s success has made her the only child of privilege, and they share a close business partnership with the Han family.


    Despite her privileged upbringing, Tobi is known for her stubbornness and boundless energy. She has always been accustomed to getting what she wants, often pursuing her desires with a fierce determination. Yet, beneath her assertive exterior, She has a kind heart and a naturally easygoing demeanor.


    Youn-Jae¡¯s expression softened, a warm smile tugging at his lips as he waved back. ¡°Tobi! Good to see you.¡±


    Tobi wasted no time, striding toward them confidently and throwing her arms around Youn-Jae in a warm embrace. She stepped back and greeted Secretary Min with a polite nod, ¡°Welcome to New York, Youn-Jae. And Secretary Min.¡±


    As they made their way through the airport, Youn-Jae glanced around curiously. "Where¡¯s Kyle?"


    Tobi rolled her eyes, huffing playfully. "Oh, that awful man is always buried in his work. He said he¡¯ll make it up to us later."


    Youn-Jae chuckled, shaking his head. "He better treat us to drinks then."


    "Don¡¯t worry, I¡¯ll hold him to that," Tobi replied with a mischievous grin.


    At the exit, a sleek black car is already waiting for them. Tobi, with a playful twinkle in her eye, turns to Youn-Jae and says, ¡°I¡¯ll follow behind in my own car.¡±


    Youn-Jae, with a casual shrug and a mischievous grin, replies, ¡°No, I¡¯ll drive your car. Let¡¯s head to the parking lot.¡±


    Secretary Min, who¡¯s been observing, interjects, ¡°President, should we check in with the Chairman first?¡±


    Youn-Jae shakes his head with a teasing smile. ¡°You go ahead. Tobi and I are planning to hit up somewhere fun.¡± He then adds with a wink, ¡°Besides, Father won¡¯t mind. It¡¯s Tobi I¡¯m with.¡±


    Secretary Min sighs but nods, ¡°Alright then. I¡¯ll head to the Chairman. If you need anything, just call me. I¡¯m staying at the hotel.¡±


    Youn-Jae raises an eyebrow in curiosity. ¡°Are you not staying with me at Hyung¡¯s place?¡±


    Secretary Min smirks, ¡°I reserved a room at the hotel, just in case you and your brother start throwing tantrums at each other again.¡± He teases, a hint of amusement in his voice.


    Youn-Jae chuckled, waving him off. "Got it! See you later!" As he and Tobi headed toward the parking lot, Youn-Jae casually draped his arm over her shoulder. Tobi, arms crossed, shot him a playful grin, and the two continued to tease each other, their banter filled with ease and laughter.


    Once inside Tobi¡¯s car, with Youn-Jae behind the wheel, Tobi shot him a sidelong glance, her expression playful. ¡°Alright, I just texted Kyle to meet us at the bar. Aren¡¯t you tired?¡±


    Youn-Jae, his eyes on the road, gripped the wheel with one hand while resting his other casually on the window frame. "Just escaping the early drama."


    Tobi shrugged, fiddling with her nails. ¡°What do you think about their idea? Do we really have a choice?¡±


    Youn-Jae smirked, shrugging nonchalantly. "Choices? Not sure about that."


    Tobi, undeterred, declared with a determined grin, ¡°Well, if it¡¯s happening, I want a grand beach wedding.¡±


    ¡°Do as you please,¡± Youn-Jae replied with a playful wink.


    They both burst into laughter, their easy camaraderie making even the weight of their futures feel like little more than a passing joke.


    ***


    Youn-Jae and Tobi sat casually at a high bar table near the bartender, their drinks in hand¡ªTobi with a tequila, Youn-Jae with a whisky. The bar buzzed with lively chatter, contrasting with the impatience simmering in Tobi''s expression. She drummed her fingers against the table, her gaze flicking to her phone to check the time.


    ¡°Where the hell is Kyle?¡± she muttered, her frustration cutting through the background noise.


    Youn-Jae leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a leisurely sip, his posture relaxed. ¡°Why the rush?¡± he asked, his voice calm, almost teasing. ¡°Just enjoy the drink.¡±


    Tobi, unable to relax, scanned the crowded room, her eyes narrowing when she spotted a familiar figure by the entrance. Her brows furrowed as she pointed. ¡°Isn¡¯t that Kyle?¡±


    Youn-Jae turned slightly in his seat, his casual demeanor shifting to alert curiosity as he focused on the scene near the door. ¡°What¡¯s he doing?¡± he murmured, his eyes narrowing in concern.


    By the entrance, Kyle appeared to be arguing with a drunk patron. The altercation escalated when the drunk stumbled into Kyle, spilling his drink all over Kyle¡¯s shirt. Kyle¡¯s irritation was evident as he leaned in toward the man. ¡°Hey! Kids shouldn¡¯t be here,¡± he said, his tone sharp yet controlled.


    Before the situation could spiral further, a tall figure stepped in, placing a steady hand on the drunk¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Sorry about him,¡± the man said calmly, steering the drunk back toward their table. ¡°James, you¡¯re wasted. Sit down.¡±


    Kyle, still visibly irritated, muttered under his breath as he approached Youn-Jae and Tobi, ¡°I guess age doesn¡¯t matter as long as you''re rich. You can walk into any bar.¡± He wiped at his shirt in vain, frustration etched in the furrow of his brow. The whiskey stain spread across his crisp white shirt like a badge of unwanted attention.


    Tobi, always quick to pick up on things, raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. Her curiosity mixed with mild concern, she leaned in slightly, eyeing the damp spot. ¡°What the hell happened to you, Kyle?¡± she asked, her voice hovering between amusement and genuine surprise.


    Kyle ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. ¡°Argh, look at my shirt,¡± he groaned, tugging at the fabric to emphasize the dark stain.


    Youn-Jae, who had been swirling his whiskey lazily, smirked as he glanced at Kyle. ¡°Hey, relax,¡± he teased, his voice low and easy. ¡°Aren¡¯t you forgetting something? Your friend over here,¡± he gestured to himself, his smirk deepening.


    Kyle¡¯s scowl softened when he realized who was sitting in front of him. His eyes brightened, and the frustration melted away, replaced with genuine warmth. ¡°Youn!¡± he exclaimed, his mood lifting as a grin tugged at the corners of his lips. ¡°Welcome back, man.¡±


    Tobi leaned forward, a playful glint in her eyes, handing him a tissue with a teasing smile. ¡°Your shirt¡¯s wet,¡± she pointed out, her tone light and almost sing-song. ¡°Who the hell bumped into you?¡± Tobi asked, catching only a glimpse of Kyle¡¯s figure from where he collided with someone. The view was partially obscured by a cabinet displaying wines and alcohol, blocking a clear line of sight.


    Kyle¡¯s eyes flickered toward the table where the raucous group sat, the noise still spilling into their part of the bar. ¡°Over there,¡± he muttered, nodding in the direction of the crowd.


    Tobi followed his gaze, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. ¡°Ooh, what a sight,¡± she said quietly, tilting her head slightly as if trying to get a better look. ¡°That tall one¡ªAndrew. Bit of a mystery, that guy. No one really knows much about his personal life except that he¡¯s always hanging around with that drunk mess, James. There¡¯s a rumor they¡¯re together, but nothing¡¯s been confirmed. Though, seeing them here at a gay bar... well, what else can we expect, right?


    Kyle¡¯s brows shot up in surprise. ¡°You know them that well?¡±


    Tobi shrugged with a knowing grin. ¡°Of course,¡± she replied, her voice smooth with confidence. ¡°They¡¯re famous in the bar scene, especially Andrew and James. They¡¯ve got that ¡®troublemaker¡¯ vibe down to an art.¡±


    Youn-Jae chuckled, leaning back in his chair as he cast a glance toward the group. ¡°They seem young. Let it go. It¡¯s not worth the headlines if we start trouble with the younger crowd,¡± he added with a wry smile.


    Tobi nodded in agreement, her grin widening. ¡°Yeah, plus, they¡¯re more trouble than you two combined,¡± she teased, shooting a pointed look at Kyle.


    Kyle let out a resigned sigh, a half-smile playing on his lips as he accepted the tissue from Tobi. ¡°Alright, alright,¡± he muttered, dabbing at his shirt. He glanced at Tobi, raising an eyebrow with a playful spark in his eyes. ¡°I don¡¯t go around starting trouble. Unlike some people I know,¡± he quipped, his tone light but laced with an old, familiar jab.


    Tobi chuckled, nudging him gently with her elbow. ¡°Yeah, yeah,¡± she teased, her eyes gleaming with humor


    As they bantered, the noise from Andrew and James¡¯s table grew louder, their laughter cutting through the bar¡¯s atmosphere like a knife. Youn-Jae, his patience visibly thinning, abruptly stood from his seat, his face a mask of disinterest and irritation. Kyle flinched slightly at the sudden movement, his eyes following Youn-Jae with a flicker of concern, while Tobi remained unfazed, lazily swirling her tequila and resting her chin on her hand as if she was watching a mildly interesting scene unfold.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go to another bar,¡± Youn-Jae said coolly, his voice devoid of any emotion as he grabbed his jacket. ¡°It¡¯s too loud here.¡±


    Tobi sighed, her playful demeanor fading just a bit as she pushed herself off her stool. ¡°Such a killjoy,¡± she muttered, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face as she reluctantly stood up.


    Kyle followed, still dabbing at his shirt as he threw one last confused glance at Youn-Jae. They made their way past Andrew and James¡¯s table, the noise growing louder as they approached.


    Suddenly, Youn-Jae and Andrew¡¯s eyes met¡ªlocking in a moment of electric tension. Their gazes were sharp, unyielding, each silently challenging the other. It was a silent battle of wills, their mutual dislike simmering beneath the surface, unspoken yet painfully clear. Neither broke eye contact as if communicating something beyond words, the air thick with an unspoken tension that hung between them, heavy and charged.


    The story doesn''t end here......