INTRO

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Ding!!!

As soon as the elevator doors opened, the usual chatter and bustle could be heard. A tall young man, about 180 centimeters tall with a well-built physique, stepped out. One glance revealed that he was a regular gymgoer. His two-block haircut, Korean style, complemented his gentle face nicely. Although he had not smiled yet, his large, round eyes exuded friendliness.

"Vee!!" As the owner stepped out of the elevator, a voice called out his name.

"Oh! You're here too?" Vee greeted back with a smile as he walked closer.

Although his greeting seemed to suggest a long-standing familiarity with the other person, in reality, his mind was quite busy trying to recall the name of the person in front of him. No matter how many times it happened, remembering the names of conversation partners from the first few meetings was always difficult for him.

He stood there smiling because he didn't dare to call out a name. If he got it wrong, he would feel quite embarrassed. It would be better to quickly excuse himself from this situation. Vee's legs quickly stepped away from there, with the good excuse that he needed to use the restroom for a moment.

Sigh...

Vee let out a big sigh after walking into a room not far from where he had been standing. Having to come out and meet so many people like this made him feel quite drained.

Recently, he had completely stopped going to casting calls, whether for stage plays, TV dramas, or even series airing on online platforms. The main reason was probably fatigue; he didn't want to waste a whole day waiting for his turn to audition for just a few minutes. The secondary reason was that he no longer had the passion for this kind of work. He believed that each job was more difficult to obtain, and there was no guarantee of income stability in this field. Perhaps finding something else that provided a steady income would be more suitable.

He stood in front of the mirror to check the neatness of his face and hairstyle one more time before turning around and sitting down, leaning against the sink area. He took out his mobile phone to send a message to May, his close friend who had insisted that he come to audition for this stage play. The reason given was that it was a charity stage play to raise funds for donation to the Heart Disease Patient Fund. If this were the only reason, someone like Vee wouldn't bother to put himself through this trouble. But it was because if he had the chance to pass the audition and become an actor in this play, he would get to work with a famous stage play director whom both he and May personally admired.

So there was no reason to refuse at all.

Vee: Where are you?

He sent the message to his close friend, who hadn't arrived yet. Small letters appeared next to the message he sent to notify that the other person had read it, making Vee wait anxiously for the answer. But he was disappointed when, a few seconds later, he saw the reply from his dear friend.

May: Just leaving

Vee: You jerk

Vee lost all mood to continue the conversation. Even though they had agreed on a specific meeting time, the queen of tardiness showed up as usual. He shook his head slightly, helplessly, before putting his mobile phone back in his pants pocket.

Click!

The sound of the bathroom door at the far end echoed. Vee glanced slightly because he hadn't noticed earlier that there was someone else in here. As his eyes were about to shift their attention to something else, the door opened, and a young man stepped out.

Damn... He's so cute!

The voice in Vee's head rang out clearly. His eyes were fixed on the other person, unable to look away from that fair face. Single eyelids matched with a high, well-shaped nose and thin, pink lips made the thing inside the left side of Vee's chest beat faster uncontrollably. Although the person in front of him wasn't exactly his type to the point of ticking all the boxes, he had to admit it had quite an effect on his heart.

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