Chapter 13: A Night to Remember

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"I'm definitely excited for what's ahead," Yoongi continued, his tone a bit more thoughtful now. "I hope you find our work valuable and that it meets your expectations, Mr. Kim."

Mr. Kim's gaze lingered on Yoongi, his eyes narrowing just slightly, as though contemplating something.

His lips curled into a small, appreciative smile.

"Your team has done a wonderful job," Mr. Kim said, his voice carrying weight as it settled over us.

"I've seen the interface, and I tested it myself. The donations and rewards feature - a personal favorite. Impeccable work."

I could feel my chest swell with pride at his compliment, but there was still something in the air that kept pulling my attention back to him.

It wasn't just his praise. It was something deeper.

Something that felt almost too intimate to be happening in a business meeting.

I was about to speak, but before I could, his eyes shifted back to me. There was a flash of something-something hard to define.

His gaze was steady, and for a moment, I swore I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes. But before I could process it, he smiled, breaking the tension in the air.

"Please, just call me Namjoon."

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The event had taken on a rhythm of its own, each passing hour filled with new conversations, introductions, and moments that could shape the future of the LoveMap app.

Yet, no matter how hard I tried to focus on the task at hand, one constant pull in the room made it difficult to concentrate-Kim Namjoon.

Since the moment he'd been introduced, it was as if the entire atmosphere had shifted. The air had thickened, buzzing with an unspoken weight that neither Yoongi nor I could quite explain.

It wasn't just his physical presence-though he was undeniably imposing, towering over everyone in the room-but something about him, the way his sharp features seemed to hold a certain intensity, made the space around him feel smaller.

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