Stendhal • Syndrome || SeongJoong

II

"I heard that saw Hongjoong, the boy everyone is talking about." Seonghwa throws her head back. "What does he look like? Is he as ugly as they say? Or is he cute." she laughs, closing his eyes.

"He's cute. Why do you ask? Not even out of curiosity, I thought you'd want to know about him," Seonghwa admits. "And what are you doing here? It's your day off, Woo. I thought you'd be fooling around with San."

The other laughs, swaying on his feet. Seonghwa straightens up, shifting her shoulders and turning her neck. Both of them tucked into an elegant study. The desk near the window and the bookshelf, her sitting and smoking on the couch, the young man on the back of the couch.

Laughing and fooling around as always. It's the reason he gets paid. Wooyoung shows and plays with a paper in his hands.

"You got a letter," he hums and sticks out the tip of his tongue. "It says it's from Kim Hong-Joong. It came in a child. I guess he didn't have any messengers who dared to come."

"How would they do it? If we'll kill any of them... I think they're so stupid that they think I don't know how they teamed up with the Baek and the Cha to kill me." Seonghwa takes the letter and looks at it from both sides. Aside from the wax seal, there's not much else but the name. "He's a cute man, about your height, black hair, extraordinary smile."

"Do you like him? Hwaaaa..." Wooyoung whines and Seonghwa gives a sing-song giggle, standing up. "Do you really like him? It's not fair! You're not supposed to look for anyone else!"

"Don't be melodramatic Wooyoung. It's not the end of the world if I find another boy toy. Especially this one." Seonghwa takes the knife to open the letter. "Go get your day off, go on." teases, taking out the letter. Wooyoung grumbles, leaving the studio.

Seonghwa takes a seat behind her desk, purposely ignoring the work. Half of it will turn to ash. She has no desire for any of the offers that are there. Pure bullshit and nonsense that she got rid of years ago.

Since she became the head of this family extension. The Park Clan in the North part of South Korea. Her cousin runs the south, having her own affairs there. They share the west and the east. She is the most powerful woman in this specific area and of any family...

Or rather, the only one.

How can there be another? If all the men in the mafia are a real pain and disgust, expecting her to be just a good wife or a good prostitute in the harem they put together.

Poor fools, sending marriage proposals or giving her mediocre alliance options.

She doesn't need them.

She has been able to run this business on her own for more than nine years and yet they insist on wanting to shove their cocks down her throat. She hates them. Seonghwa hopes that the person sending this letter is not the same, and from the content of the letter, she is certain that he is not the same.

Hello, Miss Park Seong-Hwa. I am Kim Hongjoong, the youngest son of the Kim family. I am writing this letter to you because I need to get everything out of my head and although I don't know if it is very bold of me, I would be happy for you to know everything. Although it will also be something that will fill me with shame. Not because it is false, but because of how cheesy it will sound.

The truth is that I would have really liked to talk to you on the day of the family reunion. Maybe to know a little more about you besides what I already know, but I couldn't do it. Not because I was afraid or bored, it's not even about shame. I was just unable to concentrate because of how beautiful you are. From the top of your head to the end of your expensive and elegant Chanel shoes. It was a kind of shock with reality being just as beautiful and idyllic as fantasy. Taken from a painting like the muse of an expert painter or a goddess who decided to leave that very small space that does not do her justice. The harmony of the red colors that predominated in each part of your clothes, whether in different shades and in combination with the stick on your fingers or by contrast. The white fur coat made you majestic, standing out among the insipid outfits around you.