'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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The room pulsed with the rhythm of the night, a cacophony of neon lights and pounding bass that reverberated through every bone.
The air was thick with the mingling scents of sweat, perfume, and something faintly electric. Colours danced across the walls in a dizzying array of pinks, blues, and purples, casting kaleidoscopic shadows on the throngs of people who swayed and spun on the crowded dance floor.
In the centre of it all, bodies moved in sync, caught up in the euphoria of the moment. Faces flashed in and out of view under the strobe lights, each expression a fleeting snapshot of ecstasy, focus, or abandon. The DJ stood elevated above it all, moving along the rhythm and symphony of lights, sound, and movement.
It was a new world into itself, where time blurred and the outside world seemed like a distant memory to whoever entered this room situated at the very end of the mansion but just as bigger than the last.
Jeonghan leaned back against the bar, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic dance floor. To him, it was pure, unbridled chaos—a scene that clashed sharply with his tastes.
It had been an hour since he and his friends had arrived, and for every minute of that time, they had all remained at the bar, isolated from the energy that surged around them. They weren’t strangers to parties, but something about this one its atmosphere itself, had left them all feeling detached.
"You said Miyeon came with you?" Joshua’s voice broke through Jeonghan’s thoughts, his question directed at Nari, who seemed lost in her own world.
"She did," Nari replied, her tone flat as she finally turned to face him. "But she went off with Wonwoo for a while."
Jeon Wonwoo.
Jeonghan felt a familiar knot tighten in his chest at the mention of Wonwoo. He didn’t hate him, not really, but there was something about the other man that rubbed him the wrong way. It was irrational, perhaps, but the feeling was undeniable. Yet, in the back of his mind, a small voice echoed, reminding him of the reason for this discomfort. It wasn’t Wonwoo himself—it was the woman whose name lingered on his lips like a sweet, unspoken secret.
Kim Miyeon.
Just thinking her name brought a soft smile to his face, one that he quickly hid behind a sip of his drink. It was frustrating, how much she affected him. For someone who prided himself on being in control, on knowing everything there was to know, the feelings she stirred in him were unsettlingly out of character. He couldn’t tell if she felt the same connection, loose though it might be, but he couldn’t help but wonder if there might be something more between them.
"She said she’d be back soon," Nari added, pulling Jeonghan from his thoughts once more. He could feel the warmth of that smile still lingering on his lips, a warmth he desperately tried to mask before his friends noticed.
Mingyu, always perceptive, shifted in his seat. "I talked to Yewon yesterday," he said carefully, his eyes flicking to Jeonghan before continuing. "She seems better now, healthier."
Jeonghan’s gaze dropped to the glass in his hand at the mention of Yewon, the name resonating with memories they all shared. A name that carried with it a weight of the past they would rather forget.
"I’m glad she left this place," Seungcheol muttered from Jeonghan’s other side. "It became a hellhole for her."
Everyone nodded in silent agreement, the atmosphere around them growing heavy with unspoken memories. The loud music and the chaotic energy of the room faded into the background as they all became lost in their thoughts.
"Did you talk to Miyeon?" Jeonghan asked, his voice breaking through the silence as he turned to Nari. "About the notes?"
Nari hesitated, a sigh escaping her lips as she looked down, seemingly debating whether or not to speak. After a moment, she ruffled through her purse and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, placing it on the table between them.
All eyes were on the note, but it was Jeonghan who reached out to pick it up. Despite the dim lighting, they were all determined to decipher its contents. Slowly, Jeonghan unfolded the paper, just enough for Seungcheol and Joshua to lean in and read over his shoulders. Mingyu, too, leaned in from the other side, their brows furrowing as they took in the message.
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-You won’t be the first, but you will definitely be the last- ____________
The cryptic message sent a chill down Jeonghan’s spine. It wasn’t the first time they had encountered such notes, but the effect was always the same—a sinking feeling in the pit of their stomachs, a sense of dread that clouded their thoughts.
"What the hell does that even mean?" Seungcheol’s voice was laced with frustration as he stared at the note, his brows drawn together in confusion.
"I can’t say for sure," Nari replied, her voice tinged with worry. "But whatever it is... it’s not good."
"It feels like a threat," Joshua said slowly, his eyes fixed on the paper in Jeonghan’s hand. "But it’s something only the person who received it would fully understand."
His words hung in the air, the weight of them pressing down on the group as they fell silent once more. The music blared on around them, the sounds of laughter and shouting mixing with the pounding bass, but all they felt was a creeping sense of unease.
"And it feels like something we can’t help with," Joshua concluded, his tone somber.
Jeonghan’s hand trembled slightly as he clenched the note, anger simmering beneath the surface. He didn’t understand why this affected him so deeply, but all he wanted in that moment was to tear the paper to shreds, to rid himself of the unsettling message it bore.
Nari watched him carefully, her gaze catching on his trembling hands as if she had come to a realization. She could see it in the way he reacted to Miyeon’s name, in the way his demeanor shifted whenever she was mentioned. It was a cold, startling truth—Jeonghan liked her best friend.
"Sorry, I got a little lost," a soft, steady voice interrupted their thoughts, pulling them back to the present.
Jeonghan quickly stuffed the note into his pocket and then his eyes fell on her and all his anger washed away. The fire extinguished and all remained of him was his soul in awe. Awe of the beauty that stood before him.
In her presence, the world seemed to slow down, the chaos of the room fading into a distant hum. He couldn’t tear his gaze away as he took in her appearance, from the confident set of her shoulders to the way the light caught in her hair. She looked stunning, and the boldness of her look left him utterly captivated.
It was as if time rewound for a moment, bringing him back to the first time he had seen her, to that rainy day when she stood before him drenched, wearing his clothes. And just like then, he couldn’t help but stare, his heart lost in the wonder of her presence.
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Someone is in love~
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