husbands• woosan

stalker

After sending San off, Wooyoung walks to the storage room. He found Seonghwa and Yeosang still crouched down with their ears stuck to the wall.

"I can't really hear anything." Yeosang comments. "Maybe it's because I am right here." Wooyoung replies, sarcasm dripping off his sentence.

"Ah, boss!" Seonghwa straightens up knocking Yeosang over to the floor. "Ow! I am fine. No one panic." Wooyoung looks over at Yeosang and rolls his eyes before clearing his throat.

"From what I heard and clearly see..." He looked around to see a ceramic cup shattered into a million tiny pieces, "-- I assume you guys heard what he had to say." He finishes his sentence and looks back at his employees.

"Yes, boss." Seonghwa replies. "So what do you think? Doesn't sound half bad, aye?" Wooyoung asks and Yeosang shakes his head. "I think you should maybe research more? Before getting into something like this... I mean is he really the heir of the Choi Enterprises? We never really know." Yeosang sasses as he looks at his newly manicured nails.

"No. You're right. I need to know what I am getting into." Wooyoung agrees before holding the other two by their collars. "Now let's talk about that cup..."

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Wooyoung drys his hair with a towel as he sits on a chair and opens his laptop. He had a few emails from the hospital. Bills.

"Of course." He mumbles to himself before paying the hefty bills. He didn't care that most of his money went for his Dad's treatment. His parents had mortgaged the house even before coming to him, it was their last resort.

But did that rain on some of his dreams? It sure did. He dragged the hot coffee across the desk. He took a slow sip before putting on his glasses and searching up "Choi San."

Choi San, heir to the Choi Enterprises is said to take over after tying the knot with Kim Gayoung.

"Interesting." He clicked on the article link. There were a few pictures of them together. "They look good together. She's really pretty." He admitted.

Choi Enterprises. Ltd

He clicks on the company's link which took him to the industries they owned and worked with.

"Automobiles, development, mhmmhmm...medical...mining...jewellery...apparel...technology, machinery...hospitality..." Wooyoung took a deep breath. He knew they were one of the richest groups in South Korea but going through it--

"Every single penny I spend goes to this guy's bank account?! Motherfucking--" He closed his eyes, trying to calm down.

He spun in his chair, looking around his penthouse which he thought was a very big accomplishment but then he was a big zero when compared to them.

And that Kim Gayoung girl was equivalent to them. "Does he really think, his parents will accept me when the competition is her?" He wonders out loud, leaning back in his comfy gamer chair while pointing at her picture shown on his widescreen monitor.

He takes his glasses off and rubs his face, why was he feeling competitive all of a sudden? He wanted to be the one that was by San's side.

I am good enough for some heir of literally everything I pay for.

Oh, that old competitive trait of his. All those times he had participated in school competitions just to make sure the one guy he hated didn't win. And as a result of that, he has a couple of gold medals and trophies-- now displayed in his living space shelvings.