Yoon Jeonghan and Kim Ara are like ships passing in the night, unaware of each other's existence. However when Jeonghan's dad, who runs a big company, cheats on his wife with Ara's mom, who works as his secretary, everything gets messy and Jeonghan...
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Jeonghan flicked the cigarette to the ground and swiftly stamped it out with the sole of his boot. With his phone still pressed to his ear, he listened intently to Seungcheol on the other end of the line.
"How is that even possible?" Seungcheol exclaimed, his voice so loud that Jeonghan couldn't help but sigh in response.
"You're sharing a room with her? And her mother was the reason you two share a room?" Seungcheol pressed on.
Jeonghan couldn't help but smirk. "I know, right?" He leaned in closer, his voice lowering as if sharing a well-kept secret.
"It's like her own mother's playing matchmaker, selling her daughter to the devil with her own hands. The woman's just...unbelievably stupid," Jeonghan commented with a sly grin.
Seungcheol chuckled on the other end of the line. "She really is quite something. But all of this works in your favor. You're planning to wrap up everything during this trip, right?" Seungcheol asked, anticipating a confident 'yes' from Jeonghan.
He fell into a contemplative silence, the weight of Seungcheol's question sinking in, leaving him lost in his thoughts for a brief moment. The seconds ticked by, and it seemed as if he had drifted into another world.
Seungcheol's voice broke through the silence. "Hello? Jeonghan, are you there?" he asked after a few seconds had passed without a response from Jeonghan.
Startled, Jeonghan abruptly snapped out of his reverie and cleared his throat before responding. "Yeah, Seungcheol, I hear you. I was just...thinking," he admitted, his tone betraying the complexities of his thoughts.
Seungcheol's voice held a note of concern as he challenged Jeonghan, "You bastard, don't tell me you've started caring for her now and want to abandon your plan."
Jeonghan's scoff was filled with an air of disbelief. "Are you out of your mind, Seungcheol-ah?" He paused, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Have you even considered that possibility? I feel nothing but hate for her," he spat out, his smirk carrying a sinister edge.
"Good. Because this is the perfect moment to bring her to her knees. Are you planning to take care of it tonight?" Seungcheol inquired with a hint of urgency in his voice.
Jeonghan's voice was tinged with surprise as he sought confirmation, "Tonight?"
Seungcheol's response was resolute. "Yes, tonight. Man, are you going to fuck her tonight or no? That's the question."
Jeonghan's face remained stoic as he revealed his sinister plan. "Well, I intend to do this, but I want her to crave it more than I want revenge. I want her to beg me for it, to plead me to fuck her," he stated with a cold determination, his mind flooded with haunting memories of the day his mother had left.
