Choi San, a revered and feared mafia boss, reigns over Seoul's underworld with an iron fist, his influence extending seamlessly across both legal and illegal domains. But his empire is shaken to its core when his beloved daughter, Eun-ji, is kidnapp...
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As I drove back home, the morning sun cast a soft glow over the city streets, but all I could focus on was the night I'd just spent with San. Every moment kept replaying in my head—the way his lips moved against mine, the warmth of his touch, and the things we'd said in between the teasing and the intensity. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck again, my fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly as I held back a smile.
I was trying not to get lost in the memory of San's low, teasing voice or the way he had looked at me with that damn smirk right before he kissed me again. It was hard to believe how quickly things had shifted between us, from cold confrontations to this... whatever this was.
My mind was spinning. I hadn't really planned for any of this. When I went to see San, I expected more anger, maybe a little tension, but not what ended up happening. Now, the idea of explaining any of this to Yeosang was daunting.
By the time I pulled into my driveway and turned off the engine, I felt like I'd barely come down from the whirlwind of emotions. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the car and made my way toward the front door, the cool morning air doing little to calm the flush still on my face. I paused for a second at the door, trying to wipe the smirk off my face, but the memory of San's voice, the warmth of his hands, lingered in my mind.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Yeosang sitting on the couch, his face pinched with worry. His head snapped up the moment I stepped inside.
"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded, standing up from the couch, his eyes wide with concern. "You didn't come back last night, Wooyoung! I've been trying to reach you!"
I blinked, feeling the weight of his concern hit me. "Oh, right... I—" I stammered, trying to come up with something coherent to say. My heart was still racing from the night I spent with San, and now I had to somehow explain why I hadn't come home.
Yeosang crossed his arms, eyeing me suspiciously. "Don't 'oh, right' me. I've been worried sick! Jongho too! Where were you?"
I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to act casual, but my face was already giving me away. I could feel the blush creeping up again, and Yeosang's sharp eyes caught it immediately. He squinted at me, then raised a brow.
"Wait a minute... Why do you look like you've just come back from... Oh my god," Yeosang gasped, his eyes widening as realization dawned on him. "You stayed with him, didn't you? With San?"
"You knew I went to talk to him," I said, trying to sound casual as I opened the water bottle and took a sip. Yeosang raised an eyebrow at me, clearly not buying my attempt at downplaying the situation.
"You think I'm stupid?" he asked, crossing his arms and giving me a look that said he wasn't fooled. "Have you seen your neck?"
I blinked in confusion for a moment before it hit me like a ton of bricks. The hickeys. I had completely forgotten about them. My hand shot up to my neck, brushing over the tender skin, and I cursed under my breath.
