“Jimin,” Mr. Jeon repeated, tasting the name on his tongue.
It was like a whisper from a dream, something soft and fleeting yet unforgettable.
He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of déjà vu, as though this wasn’t the first time he had encountered someone like this.
His gaze softened ever so slightly as he took in the sight before him, marveling at how someone could look so pure, so untouched by the cruelty of the world.
“Your name is beautiful, just like you,” Mr. Jeon said, his voice surprisingly gentle for someone who was often known for his harshness.
He gestured toward one of the luxurious chairs near the pool.
“Come sit with me.”
Jimin nodded, his movements still graceful, though there was a slight tremor in his hands as he approached.
He had heard stories about Mr. Jeon—how intimidating, how cold he could be.
But in this moment, the man before him seemed... different.
There was something in Mr. Jeon’s eyes, something beyond just mere attraction or lust.
It was curiosity, maybe even admiration.
Jimin wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he followed the man’s lead, sitting down cautiously beside him.
Mr. Jeon’s eyes remained fixed on him, as if trying to decipher the enigma that was Jimin.
For a man like him, used to control and dominance, this moment was unfamiliar.
But for the first time in a long while, he didn’t mind being caught off guard.
Jimin found himself staring at Mr. Jeon, the formidable businessman everyone respected—and feared.
Yet, as he observed the man more closely, Jimin began to wonder if his reputation was based more on assumptions than reality.
Sure, Mr. Jeon had a commanding presence, but maybe he wasn’t as intimidating as everyone thought.
Jimin couldn't decide which aspect of this encounter was more bizarre:
the fact that Mr. Jeon had stopped to talk to him, showering him with unexpected compliments, or the strange, almost hypnotic way Mr. Jeon seemed to study the younger dancers, his eyes tracking each movement with an intensity that bordered on fascination.
One thing was certain, though—Mr. Jeon was even more striking in person than in photos.
Unlike the stereotypical middle-aged men Jimin was used to meeting in business circles—gray-bearded, pot-bellied, and balding—Mr. Jeon was in a league of his own.
He looked youthful, impeccably groomed, and effortlessly powerful.
Standing at 6'5", he towered over most people, his frame chiselled and his suit tailored to perfection, accentuating broad shoulders and a lean, muscular build.
His presence had an undeniable energy, a magnetic pull that made people instinctively straighten their posture and lower their voices when he entered a room.
Jimin could see now why people claimed Mr. Jeon’s aura was nearly palpable.
But in this moment, despite the compliments and Mr. Jeon's seemingly friendly demeanor, Jimin couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort.
He felt small, almost insignificant in the shadow of this man.
Maybe it was Mr. Jeon’s piercing gaze, or perhaps it was just the sheer contrast in their statures.
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