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The shirt from Gucci. A bag from Prada. The trousers from Chanel. Several thousand won are spent each month on clothing from the world's most luxurious brands. Likewise in expensive food. From rare shark t...
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Beomgyu waited patiently for Choi Yeonjun to arrive, having already organized everything to talk about their budding relationship with each other. It had already become evening, but not yet late enough for the sun to hide behind the horizon. Instead, the shimmering color mixture of red, orange, and pink burst through the glass roof of the swimming pool. The mass of water made the living room seem dark, yet it possessed a calming feeling when you looked up.
It was like being underwater.
The ringing made Beomgyu lower his head, he stood up and went to the door, opened the temporarily rented penthouse to the guest.
And Yeonjun stood there like an ordered model. Expensive sunglasses had taken their place on his nose and his arms were casually folded in front of his chest. He wore a chic, slightly transparent T-shirt with several letterings. But what was really striking was the chain that rested like barbed wire on his collarbones. "Good morning," he said with a cheeky smile, not waiting for a reply at all, and strutted past Beomgyu into the apartment. With him he dragged a fresh scent of Chanel.
"Good morning?" repeated Beomgyu, glancing at his wristwatch to double-check the exact time. "Do you always get up at eight-thirty at night?"
A shrug of Yeonjun's shoulders followed as he looked around the magnificent penthouse. He carried a burlap bag in which he had stowed the commissioned bathing suits and glanced over his shoulder. "Depending on how I like it," he smiled, then looked up at the pool that was actually directly above the sofa constellation.
Impressive.
In front of the sofa was a small round table with sandwiches, caviar and champagne.
"Spoiled little boy," Beomgyu muttered to himself, placing his gloved fingertips against his guest's lower back and directing him to the seating alcove. "Take a seat!"
The fingers left small electric shocks, though Yeonjun wasn't sure if it wasn't simply the coldness they radiated. Still, he obeyed and sat down on the sofa. The treats in front of him made him want to lick his lips, but first he grabbed the champagne bottle. "May I?" he asked forcedly, not wanting to be completely rude.
Beomgyu sat down on the other corner, crossed his legs, and gave the bottle a quick glance. Of course he would allow the boy, however it was proper that the older man be poured first.
Therefore, the 28-year-old reached for his champagne glass and held it out to Yeonjun in an inviting manner. "But of course you may," Beomgyu purred coquettishly.
The younger man's gaze drifted to Beomgyu's glass, then back to his face before pouring him a full glass. Second, he poured for himself and grabbed a roll, which he devoured right away. "Awesome joint," he commented with his mouth full, directly reminding Beomgyu of a sixteen-year-old again.
Yet he was twenty-four.
"Thanks," Beomgyu responded coolly, "it's just for today."
His gaze lingered on the now full glass, which he gently swayed back and forth. He wasn't eager to just make small talk, so Beomgyu got straight to the point.
