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 plan was simple: ignore Hyunjin. Ignore the smirking, infuriating, beautiful idiot who had somehow wormed his way so deeply into my life that even the sound of his laugh could twist my mood. I had decided , I had sworn, to be distant. Whatever tangled feelings had started to fester between us needed to be cut out like weeds before they choked me completely.
And for a few days, I managed. I avoided his texts, kept our talk short, and didn't engage in his antics, ignored his questions. It was harder than I expected. Each time my phone lit up with his name, a pang of guilt or...something worse stabbed at me. But I held my ground. I had to. Then we had to come back to Seoul. The hardest part of my day wasn't even at the yatch. It was after, at the café.
He was sitting across from me, stirring his coffee absentmindedly, looking out the window. His jacket was loosened now, and his hair had fallen into his eyes. He looked so peaceful for a moment, almost vulnerable.And it scared me.
So, when he left, driving off without waiting for me to say anything, anymore, I told myself it was for the best. I sat there watching his bike fade into the distance, a heavy weight settling in my chest. The look on his face before he left ,it wasn't anger. It wasn't frustration. It was something softer, quieter. Something that looked too much like sadness.
I clenched my fists under the table, forcing myself to stay seated, to not run after him like an idiot.
This was better. This was safer.
He didn't need someone like me ruining his life, dragging him into something we couldn't undo. If I kept him at arm's length, maybe I could protect him. Protect his happiness, our friendship, whatever was left of it.
So why did it hurt so much to let him go?
Then last night happened.He wasn't answering his phone.
At first, I told myself to relax. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe he was working or ignoring me out of spite. But as the hours ticked by and my calls went unanswered, my chest tightened with an unexplainable panic. The thought of something happening to him ,of him being in trouble and not being able to reach out ,kept gnawing at me.
By the time he finally picked up, I had to bury my relief under a sharp tone. I couldn't let him see how much it had affected me.
But today? Today I lost all control.It started the moment I saw him in his car , behind the wheel.
Hyunjin was walking beside me at the airport, his messy black hair barely tamed from the wind outside, a cream fur coat draped over his shoulders, and a scarf looped casually around his neck. His cheeks were rosy, his nose a little pink from the cold, and he looked...
Fluffy.
Ridiculously handsome, too, in that infuriating way that made my stomach twist. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to tamp down the warmth creeping up my neck. My plan to ignore him was crumbling with every step he took toward me.
