Two childhood friends, the heirs to their family's business empire. Hyunjin, a masterful hacker , and Minho, a shrewd business strategist, are inseparable partners in both business and life.
As they navigate the complexities of their family's compan...
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The engine of my bike roared beneath me, but it was nothing compared to the noise inside my head. Ever since the morning yesterday, Minho had been... off. He kept ignoring me. It was subtle at first-just speaking when absolutely necessary, brushing me off with short responses-but it grew more obvious as the day went on. And the worst part? I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong.
I've never felt this way towards Minho, not this anxious need to fix whatever's broken between us. Even during the yacht trip and scuba diving, I was my usual, self. Smiling, joking, trying to get him to lighten up. But every time I looked over, his eyes would dart away, as if he was purposely avoiding me. No playful banter, no teasing remarks, just cold silence.
It gnawed at me, that sudden shift. It pissed me off, too. I thought we were fine. I woke up and everything seemed normal, aside from the weird dream I had. Minho had been packing up our things like usual, and I didn't think much of it. But now? Now it felt like there was an invisible wall between us, one that I didn't understand.
During the night party on the cruise, it only got worse. Minho mingled with others, giving me the bare minimum of attention, while I sat nursing a drink, watching him out of the corner of my eye. The music, the laughter of others, all of it felt distant, like I was locked in my own little world, completely cut off from the one person I wanted to talk to. By the end of it, I'd had enough. I made some excuse and slipped away to the sleeping area, hoping sleep would somehow fix whatever was going on.
But even as morning came, nothing changed. Minho stayed distant, barely acknowledging me as we packed up and left the cruise. The ride back to Seoul felt like it stretched on forever. I couldn't focus, couldn't get my head straight. I kept replaying everything in my mind, trying to figure out what the hell I did to make him act this way.
I glanced over at Minho on his bike, riding ahead of me. His body seemed relaxed, but I knew better. He was avoiding me, still. It's like the air between us had frozen solid.
I couldn't take it anymore.
Frustrated and distracted, I signaled with my left hand, the biker gesture to pull over. He saw it in his mirror and, without a word, followed me off the road to a small coffee shop tucked near the highway.We parked our bikes, I could feel my heart racing. I had to figure this out. I couldn't take this silence any longer.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the small café as we sat across from each other. Minho didn't meet my eyes, his focus fixed on the menu. The silence between us stretched, thick with tension. We ordered-sandwich bagels and coffee-but I didn't care about the food. I needed to know what the hell was going on with him.
I couldn't take it anymore. The knot in my chest had grown too tight. As soon as the waiter left, I finally broke the silence.
"What's going on, Minho?" I asked, my voice low, but the frustration was clear. "What did I do?"
