In the seemingly glittering world of William Kwon's life, the pulchritudinous son of Korea's top stockholders possesses not only immense wealth but also a flawlessly whittled face and body that captivates anyone who lays eyes on him in an instant.
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3rd P.O.V. UNCERTAINTY GRIPPED William's mind as he stood before the enigmatic figure, his eyes tracing the contours of DG's form. Although a sense of familiarity lingered, he couldn't recall ever meeting DG in person before. The conundrum tugged at his thoughts, a puzzle he couldn't solve.
As DG's words reverberated in his ears, William's head throbbed with the weight of a forgotten past. The pressure of attempting to remember what eluded him sent tendrils of discomfort snaking through his body. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within.
Panic seized him, tightening its grip on his racing heart. "I...I need to go," William stammered, his voice tinged with urgency. The need to escape the enigmatic encounter overwhelmed him, his mind clamoring for solace and distance. He mustered a feeble attempt at politeness, his voice trembling. "Uhm...I'll be going now. I hope you have a nice day."
Without waiting for a response, William swiftly turned on his heels, his chest constricting with anxiety. He clung to the fabric of his cardigan, crumpling it tightly in his trembling grasp. With hurried steps, he hastened his pace, a desperate attempt to distance himself from the enigma that had enveloped him.
Panic surged through William's veins, his bright eyes swirling with a mixture of fear and anxiety. The realization struck him like a lightning bolt: he had forgotten to bring his medication. The absence of his lifeline intensified his sense of vulnerability, leaving him on the precipice of a panic attack.
Meanwhile, DG could only watch helplessly as William distanced himself, frustration etching lines upon his face. The desire to reach out, to pull William into a solacing embrace, warred with his own insecurities. In moments like these, DG felt like a hopeless coward, unable to bridge the gap between them, clenching his jaw at the thought that bothered him for so long.
William continued his journey down the seemingly elongated hallway, his steps unsteady, his body trembling with each breath. Doubt gnawed at his mind, questioning the hallway's length, but he pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. He leaned against the wall for support, his palm pressing against the cool surface.
"Calm down, Will," he whispered to himself, his voice laced with determination. He summoned the advice of his doctor, the wisdom ingrained in his memory. "Control yourself and take slow deep breaths." Following the doctor's guidance, William inhaled deeply, savoring the oxygen filling his lungs, before exhaling slowly. He repeated the process, each breath a lifeline, grounding him in the present moment.
The struggle to maintain control intensified, the urge to succumb to self-harm clawing at the edges of his consciousness. It was a secret he guarded closely, hidden even from his parents, who believed his condition was dissipating. The thought of his mother's heartrending reaction to seeing him bloodied was a weight he couldn't bear. He couldn't afford to let his guard down, not when his mother's spirits were high.
