Park Jimin is tearing his hair out.
His estate has turned into a hotel, and the one man he vowed would never reside under his roof is clogging up his halls and getting on his nerves. The arrival of her enigmatic ex, however, is exactly what Hahm Yun...
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Yunhee had often dreamed of visiting Lotte World Tower, but she'd never imagined she'd find herself in the swanky 123 Lounge accompanying one of South Korea's most powerful men.
The top floor of the skyscraper was abuzz with exhilaration. Cultivated music filled the air, cushy chairs with lamplight tables circling the room. Onyx tiles with white marbling. Waterfall chandeliers with dainty crystals.
A bunch of wealthy individuals "oohing" and "aahing" over the sweeping vista of the Han River.
Mindless ninnies, every last one of them.
They cared not for the grand occasion. They were here because it was ill-advised to reject an invitation from Kim Taehyung. If not that, it was the ample amount of free alcohol on the refreshment stand.
Yunhee sighed as she shuffled past the miniature canapés and bubbling champagne.
Not thirty minutes had passed since their arrival, and as predicted, Taehyung had stuck to her like a noxious superglue while introducing her to privileged women and pompous men. Anxiety masked by a saccharine smile. Gracious nods and polite hellos as her thighs ached from riding and the obstinate whispers plagued her like a disease.
At least she had a minute to catch her breath. It was a miracle Taehyung had allowed her to leave his side, but she was parched and insisted on another drink before her lipstick chaffed.
Of course, his eyes were upon her now, those shadowy, all-knowing pupils drilling into her as he conversed with a group of poncy looking aristocrats. It wouldn't be long until he summoned her over, and so she used the time to assess the situation while pretending to browse the mouth-watering treats.
Sadly, it was still a sea of unfamiliar faces. How long until she locked eyes with Jimin? Was he already here, blending in like a wallflower and waiting for the opportune moment to strike?
Subconsciously fiddling with the ruby necklace burdening her throat, Yunhee eyeballed the complimentary fizz before picking up a glass and necking it to calm her nerves. She crammed an hors d'oeuvre into her mouth next, groaning at the succulent taste as she ogled a phyllo pastry stuffed with...
Hmm, was that melted brie or shrimp?
'Hungry, kitten?'
Yunhee stopped chewing, her eyes zipping to the man who'd just joined her at the table.
Jung Hoseok looked dapper this evening. One could almost call him handsome in his tweed suit. Too bad he was a libertine twat.
Swallowing her food, Yunhee dusted off her fingers and sent the sex pest a bored stare. 'What do you want?'
'What do I want?' Hoseok slunk closer, a vulgar leer on his lips as his greedy irises swept the length of her crimson dress. 'I want to know if you make a habit out of moaning like a whore whilst eating.'
