Whispers Of Regret | Hyunlix

Désir - Desire

La vérité ne peut être cachée, et le désir peut être contenu

Translation: "Truth cannot be hidden, and desire cannot be contained."

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In the hush of early morning, a sudden ringing pierced through the serene air, stirring the blonde from his peaceful slumber. With a drowsy hand, he fumbled for the phone resting on the nearby nightstand, its screen aglow with the warm embrace of sunlight filtering through the curtains he had forgotten to draw shut the night before.

As he slid his finger across the answer button, his voice emerged groggily into the quiet room, a mere whisper against the backdrop of morning peacefulness. "Hello," he murmured, his curiosity mingling with the lingering tendrils of sleep that clung to his consciousness.

"Baby, are you still sleeping?" An excited voice burst through the phone, stirring him from his drowsiness. He lifted the device, squinting at the bright screen to see "Eomma" displayed as the caller. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he greeted her, "Oh, Eomma, good morning. I was, but I'm up now. Why did you call?"

Her voice softened into a gentle coo as she spoke, "I've talked to the Bulgari CEO and arranged an appointment. I've rented out the place, and Hyunjin will be picking you up in an hour. You both need to finalize the ring selections and go pick out your wedding suits."

The blonde's eyes widened as he glanced at the time, realizing it was already 8:00 am. He still had an hour to spare for changing and grabbing something to eat. With a relieved sigh, he replied, "Okay, I'll get ready. I also need to whip up some breakfast. Hope you've eaten? Oh, and tell appa I said hi."

The lady hummed in agreement before bidding him farewell, "Yes, and sure will do, have a great day." With a soft hum of acknowledgment, they ended the call, leaving him to scramble into action.

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The blonde shuffled his way to the bathroom to shake off the last traces of sleep. After a few moments, the bathroom door creaked open, and he emerged, clad in a cozy bathrobe. Surveying his closet, he decided on a comfortable pair of pajamas, knowing he had to cook.

With his satin beige pajamas on, he ambled towards the kitchen, his mind already drifting to the tasks ahead. But just as he reached halfway, the familiar chime of the doorbell echoed through the quiet morning, catching him off guard.

Furrowing his brow, he paused, wondering who could possibly be visiting at such an early hour. With a shrug, he pushed the question aside and made his way to the door, curiosity piqued.

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Clicking it open, the blonde's eyes widened slightly, and his breath caught in his throat as he found himself face to face with none other than Hwang freaking Hyunjin. There he stood, effortlessly cool in a black oversized t-shirt, baggy jeans, and his hair tied back in a ponytail, with a few strands framing his face. A golden cross earring dangled from one ear, adding a touch of flair to his look.

Shaking off his surprise, the blonde cleared his throat and met Hyunjin's gaze, both of them equally taken aback. "Hwang, what're you doing here so early? Didn't Mom say you'd be here at 9?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.