You thought you know what a plot twist was? Well, let's redefine that real quick.
What if the famous screenwriter Jay Park met his arch-rival in the movie industry Yang Jungwon and were to challenge him to win this one director's favour to get the s...
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"Director Moon!"
As soon as the elevator opened, Jay ran out and clutched tightly on the neatly wrapped up papers he was carrying with him in a metallic folder.
"Director Moon!" He stopped the named man with the hold on his shirt, raising his hand as in to make him wait until Jay would catch his breath again.
"I— Jun-hyung— I," he tried to form a coherent sentence, "I have to ask you for a favor."
Jun crossed his arms in front of his chest, amusement flickering over his feline features.
"Representative Yoon," the black-haired spoke, finally letting go of the older's shirt. "Can you let me meet him? I need to meet him before he does."
Right then, the representative and face of the Yoon Filmmaker Production, Yoon Jeonghan, walked past them.
Jay's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the person waiting inside the representative's office.
He.
The boy Jay had promised his ego to never let triumph over him.
Yang Jungwon.
It all started in university, to be exact, Seoul National University in the Literature Department.
It was the first day of Jay's senior year when fate decided to make him its personal enemy for the rest of his lifetime.
It was the moment a brunet stumbled into his lecture. And with stumbling, I mean said boy had come too late to his first lecture and was now planning to go unnoticed by just sitting where free space was.
The problem was that this exact free space somehow ended up being Jay's lap.
And the worst about the whole incident was the Caramel Frappuccino the boy had carried with him, which had found it's comfortable seat all spilled over Jay's laptop after he had stumbled over someone's bag on the ground (the culprit later turned out to be someone named Huening Kai).
It was like slow-motion in which the boy could observe Jay's anger rise and explode internally. His eyes on dead mode already had locked with the boy's shocked ones and only lingered there for a brief moment before reality finally hit in.
The reality that Jay's semester-break assignment and with that the ground of his new script had just been drowned in sticky caramel coffee.
And now he had to pull on every string of sanity to not lose it.
"I would sincerely appreciate it if you could stand up," he finally said forcefully friendly, accompanied by an even more forced smile. "Right now." The muscles in his jaw feathered while the vein in his neck visibly throbbed. He really had to keep it in.
