"You are fucking crazy!"
-Sunoo
"We are all crazy.., you just refuse to see it Sunoo-ya.."
"Let me go.. please"
-Sunoo
"I would, but where's the fun in that, hm?"
A story abou...
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As their eyes met in a moment of unspoken curiosity, the air seemed to hum with an unspoken connection. Sunoo found himself drawn into the depths of the long black haired men's gaze, captivated by the intrigue that danced within his eyes. It was as if time itself held its breath, allowing them to share a fleeting yet meaningful exchange.
Breaking the silence, the unknown men's lips curved into a friendly smile, his hand extending in a gesture of camaraderie. Sunoo's fingers met his in a firm yet gentle handshake, a subtle understanding passing between them. The young men's voice was warm as he introduced himself as the youngest heir of the Jeon family, his words carrying a genuine tone. "Hello, I am Jeon Beomgyu. It's nice to meet you."
Sunoo's surprise morphed into recognition as he registered the name. His brother had mentioned the attendance of the youngest Jeon heir at the event, emphasizing the importance of forming connections with influential families. A polite smile graced Sunoo's lips as he responded, "Nice to meet you too. I am Kim Sunoo, the youngest son of the Kim family."
Beomgyu's grin seemed to radiate an aura of ease, his casual demeanor inviting conversation. "I already know that. Your beauty surpasses the whispers of rumors that weave tales of your allure." Sunoo's cheeks tinted with a soft blush at the compliment, his eyes momentarily averting in a mixture of shyness and gratitude. He attempted to shake off the flattery by acknowledging Beomgyu's own handsomeness. "You are very handsome yourself, Mr. Beomgyu."
In a playful yet unexpected move, Beomgyu leaned slightly closer, his proximity sending a flutter of surprise through Sunoo's veins. His heart raced as he froze in place, the closeness both startling and exhilarating. Beomgyu's voice, now a low whisper, spoke with an undertone of mischief. "I know that. I am handsome, and you can just call me Beomgyu."
Sunoo nodded, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. Before he could gather his thoughts or respond further, the jingle of his phone's ringtone sliced through the air. He quickly excused himself with a polite smile, his steps carrying him away from Beomgyu's proximity.
As he walked away, Sunoo could feel Beomgyu's gaze on his back, a sense of intrigue lingering in the air. And as Sunoo answered his phone and disappeared from Beomgyu's sight, the art-filled room seemed to hold a newfound energy, charged with the promise of what the future might bring.
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