"I don't know how to control my heart and my feelings...please, is it wrong if I want to keep all seven of you with me?"
What began as a mere curiosity quickly spiraled into a compulsive addiction, an uncontrollable obsession...
I found myself entan...
The boys were clearly thrown off by the girls' arrival. While they understood the larger implications of their presence-an alignment of families, business ties, or something similarly calculated-they couldn't help but feel the unease creeping in. Their lives had grown more complicated recently, especially with you now woven into their world. It wasn't as simple as it used to be, and the presence of these girls, who represented expectations and obligations, only added another layer of complexity.
Heeseung's gaze flickered briefly towards his father, who appeared unbothered by the tension in the room. It was clear that their fathers had orchestrated this meeting, likely with an agenda that extended beyond mere introductions.
The air grew heavier as Heeseung's father finally stood, his commanding voice breaking the silence. "Now that everyone is here, it's time we begin the main part of the meeting."
The room fell silent, save for the faint sound of rustling fabric as everyone shifted their attention to the head of the table. The four boys exchanged another glance, their expressions unreadable, but the tension in their stances spoke volumes. They were prepared for what was to come-or at least as prepared as they could be.
....*....
The room felt suffocating after Sunghoon had stormed out, leaving behind a storm of emotions that whirled inside you-fear, confusion, anger, and an ache you couldn't name. You were still leaning against the counter, your heart pounding, when a soft knock at the door broke your daze.
"Hello? Can I come in?" a woman's voice called out, firm yet warm.
You hesitated but finally managed to croak, "Y-Yeah, come in."
The door opened to reveal a striking woman, slightly older than you, with a composed demeanor and a confident gait. Her sleek attire and graceful movements suggested she belonged effortlessly in the world of high fashion and influence. She looked at you, taking in your tear-streaked face and trembling form.
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Before she could step back farther, you stepped forward and held her hand with both of yours, a pleading look on your face, "no, please can you stay with me for a while. Please..."
"Of course."
I really want to know your story.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her tone neither overly concerned nor dismissive.
"I-" You faltered, unsure of what to say.
"You don't have to explain," she interrupted gently. "Do you want me to stay with you?"
"Yes," you blurted out, surprising even yourself with the desperation in your voice.
She gave a small nod. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Without waiting for a response, she extended her hand, guiding you out of the green room. You followed her silently, still shaken, as she led you to the nearest restroom.
