In the hushed corridors of a grand mansion, the echo of heavy sobs pierces the stillness. A desperate plea hangs in the air as one heartbroken soul clings to the fleeting hope of love.
With a hand tightly grasping another's wrist, "Hyunjin, please...
La haine attire la haine, mais l'amour conquiert tout
Translation: "Hatred begets hatred, but love conquers all"
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A hushed drip of water resounds in the lavishly adorned bathroom, each droplet sizzling under the expensive illumination as it meets the well-polished sink. The air feels thick with the sound of someone breathing. Standing before the mirror, a man in his twenties fixes his gaze upon his reflection, meeting the intense stare of a striking figure with tousled blonde locks and a sprinkle of stardust beneath hazel eyes.
A bead of water cascades down his long lashes, softly kissing the surface of the sink, jolting him from his reverie. With a frustrated stride, he exits the lavish bathroom, heading towards his room where his phone lay on the carpet, forgotten in his fit of anger.
Retrieving it, Felix dials a familiar number. After a few rings, heavy panting resonates from the other end of the line.
"Lix, why did you stomp off from the party like that? Do you realize how worried and embarrassed your parents were? Thank goodness Hyunjin was there to reassure them and get it back on track. You should have been aware-"
The brunette was abruptly interrupted in the midst of his sentence, only to be met with a low grunt from the blonde.
"Speaking of that jerk, Jisung, please send me his contact" A hurried and startled voice emanates from the other end, exclaiming, "What the heck, lix? He's your fiancé, and you still don't have his number?"
*Beep beep* The abrupt end of the call echoes through the line, leaving Jisung to release a resigned sigh. "He's lucky I love him; otherwise, I might have given his pretty face a punch".
The brunette, with cheeks rounded like a squirrel's, murmurs, feeling a hand tenderly wrap around his slender waist and warm breath against the curve of his neck, inhaling his scent and leaving gentle kisses. A soft moan escapes Jisung's lips as he gently pulls away.
"Minho, I'm sore. No more for now. I have to go see Felix; he's going through a rough time" he explains.
Lee Know sighs, drawing Han closer to his chest. "Okay, but let me hold you for a while. I'll call Hyunjin to check on Felix. For now, let's just cuddle, hmm?" he suggests persuasively. Despite Han's initial hesitation, he eventually yields to the chestnut-haired rabbit's charm.
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A soft knock and the faint creak of a door opening break the silence in the room. Entering is a man in his twenties, his raven hair falling to his shoulders, framing his handsome face with a few strands delicately brushing against his cheeks.
Taking note of the distant hum of running water from the bathroom, he decides to wait, heading to the luxurious balcony that overlooks the beautiful night sky.
Situated in Yongsan-gu, one of Seoul's affluent neighborhoods, is a grand apartment complex owned by the Lee Group. At its summit lies the penthouse where the blonde resides. Absorbing the breathtaking city lights, reminiscent of the celestial night sky, the man is interrupted by the door click and the approaching footsteps.
Turning around, he is met with the hazel-eyed blonde in a bathrobe, surprise quickly morphing into anger. Striding towards the balcony, the blonde asks sharply, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Seeing the golden hair damp with water, and the delicate freckles embellishing flushed cheeks, the man snaps out of his trance.
Turning away and slipping his hands into his pockets, he looks out at the busy night, replying calmly, "Well, we have some unfinished business, princess"
A sharp inhale pierces the air as he is forcefully spun around, pressed against the balcony railing, the blonde clutching his collar with one hand while the other balled into a fist. "I am not your fucking princess" the blonde snaps with fiery eyes.
An amused smirk and a quirked eyebrow adorn the raven-haired man's handsome face. Leaning in slowly, their breath mingles in the scant space between them, he murmurs, "You have a pretty mouth; it can be put to good use, sunshine. What do you think?"
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