❛ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 ❜
It doesn't matter what clothes you wear, for the eyes of men you are naked
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Arriving fully dressed, Stella paused to put on her mauve lipstick, meticulously tracing her lips to perfection. She added a subtle rouge tint to her cheeks, hoping to exude confidence despite her growing frustration.
As she surveyed the vast, empty field that stretched out before her, Stella couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. The racetrack, if it could even be called that, appeared more like a narrow, one-groove strip with banked corners, set amidst a desolate landscape of flat fields and smoke-belching refineries.
It was a far cry from the glamorous setting she had envisioned for her meeting. "Jin, are you sure this is the correct address? You must've got it all wrong," she grumbled under her breath, her voice tinged with irritation. "This doesn't look like a place where people can enjoy themselves."
But Jin insisted that she was in the right place. His voice, though slightly annoyed, carried a hint of amusement on the other end of the line. It was as if he found Stella's predicament more amusing than inconvenient. While he lounged comfortably in his air-conditioned office, Stella could feel the sweat forming on her brow under the scorching heat of the sun.
"Now, Stel, I'm gonna need you to hang up and focus. It's bad manners to be on the phone while you're on a date," Jin's voice chimed, interrupting Stella's grumbling thoughts.
"May I remind you again, this is not a date," Stella retorted, her frustration seeping into her words.
The heaviness of her coat began to weigh on her, making her feel overdressed and out of place.
She stood out like a sore thumb in this unremarkable setting, and she couldn't help but question Jin's motives for sending her here.
And for some odd reason, her driver had suddenly disappeared so she couldn't go back if she wanted to. It made her question how far Seokjin went into plotting this heinous act.
Just as she was about to protest further, Jin abruptly ended the call, leaving Stella to face the unfamiliar figure who had finally approached her.
She glanced up, shielding her eyes with the darkest shades she could find, only to be met with a man covered in oil and grime, with a dirty towel hanging around his neck.
Stella's nose wrinkled in distaste at the sight.
There was something mysterious about the man's demeanor, despite his unkempt appearance. His eyes held a glint of defiance, and his posture exuded confidence that seemed out of place in this dilapidated environment.
Stella couldn't help but feel a tinge of curiosity.
"Excuse me?" the man finally spoke, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Stella faced him skeptically, her stoic expression not giving away her inner thoughts.
"What is this place?" she inquired, her tone tinged with a hint of concern.
Her gaze traveled up and down the man's form, taking in his disheveled appearance.
The military cargo pants he wore without any apparent affiliation, the torn shirt exposing his chest and the wide holes that ran down his arms— it was a fashion disaster in Stella's eyes.
Feeling her judgmental gaze, the man crossed his arms defensively, a spark of irritation in his eyes. He was not one to be easily swayed by the opinions of others.
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