Chaebol children Ri Jeong-hyeok and Yoon Se-ri have practically known each other since birth, growing up together as best friends, until they eventually fall in love. Just when things seem perfect for the power couple, a familial obligation forces S...
For purposes of this story, the one-shot will be re-posted here as the Prologue. See Author's Notes below. -
"Daepyonim, did you hear what I just said?"
Breaking out of the daze he had entered into when he first heard the name he's been trying to forget for the past two years, Ri Jeong-hyeok focuses his gaze on his senior assistant, and goes back to his CEO persona.
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"Yes, I did," he says coolly, his hands intertwined and perched on the desk.
The assistant nods, the concerned look on his face now replaced by a neutral expression. "For a while there, you looked as though you didn't know who she was."
Didn't know who she was?
That was just impossible. To put it simply, Yoon Se-ri was the love of his life.
Growing up in chaebol families, the two of them were destined to be in each other's lives, having been enrolled in the same etiquette classes, the same boarding school, the same business lessons.
This string of fate seemed to have been attached to their navels since birth, continuously bringing them together as they grew up, until, finally, Fate did its work, and the two of them fell in love.
To claim that Ri Jeong-hyeok didn't know who Yoon Se-ri was would be a gross understatement, a damnable lie, a violation of the natural course of things.
He knew everything about her, from the history of her family, to the genes that make up her entire existence, to the very blood that courses through her veins.
He knew exactly where the bruises on her legs were, the ones she had as a child when she used to ride horses and fell during one lesson, for he was the first one to rush to her side and to tend to her wounds.
He knew her taste buds, and how she absolutely hated eating food that was too salty, too sweet, too anything, so that Jeong-hyeok unwittingly mastered the art of cooking, if only to get her to eat more.
He knew how she liked her coffee in the morning, how her hands would always flail about animatedly while she told a story, how she loved walking around the house wearing just his shirt, how the sight and sound of him playing the piano would make her fall asleep in a heartbeat.
He knew how she absolutely hated working for her family, vowing passionately to start her own company as soon as she was able to, and how she liked appearing like a cold boss to all of her employees, but was exactly like a puppy dog whenever she was with him.
He knew what she looked like without her clothes on, all the delicious curves and crevices of her body, the sight of that impish smile on her face reserved only for him, the scent of her sweat intermingling with his as he ground himself inside her like only he could.
He knew how she liked to whisper his name as if in reverence when he kissed the elegant line of her neck, all the way up to her chin until his mouth found its way back to hers, and how she would clutch his head and scream his name as she came undone in his arms.
