Chan is a poor, ambitious singer with the big heart aiming to reach his goals but fails every single time. Until his friend will recommend him to go to some corporation and have a try.
He will meet a cold-hearted, dominant CEO Lee Felix, who is rul...
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P.S. I went to a K-Pop party with my friends....it was great as some of friends who don't listen to kpop joined there..... BTW i cannot get over "Honey, I made you some soup".....hahhaha
The night air was filled with the aroma of sizzling food and the laughter of people enjoying themselves as Chan and Felix strolled through the street food festival. Booths lined the streets, selling all kinds of treats, from spicy tteokbokki to sweet, roasted chestnuts. The colorful lights hung above them like a canopy, casting a warm glow over the bustling scene. Chan's excitement was palpable as he pulled Felix towards a stall selling mandu, his eyes alight with childlike wonder.
"You have to try these," Chan said, his voice rising above the chatter of the crowd. "They're amazing."
Felix hesitated at first, then accepted the food Chan handed him. He bit into the dumpling, the flavors of savory meat and spices melting together in his mouth. "Not bad," he remarked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
They wandered from stall to stall, trying different dishes and occasionally sharing a bite. The
conversation flowed easily, as if the tension from the previous weeks had been washed away in the tide of the festival's liveliness. As they made their way past a string of small shops, Chan mentioned his dreams.
"I've been thinking about becoming a producer someday," he said. "But I still want to perform. I guess
I just want to have a hand in creating music from start to finish, you know?"
Felix nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "That's a big ambition," he replied. "It takes more than talent; it takes patience and resilience. But you..." He glanced at Chan with a subtle softness in his eyes. "You have potential. There's something raw in you that the industry hasn't managed to dull yet."
The words resonated with Chan, who gave a small, grateful nod. "I've still got a lot to learn," he admitted. "But I'm not afraid of hard work."
They reached a stall selling bottles of soju, and after buying one, they wandered down to a bench by the river. The night was quieter here, the sounds of the festival fading into the background. Chan poured them each a small cup, the clear liquid glinting under the moonlight.
Felix took a sip, staring out at the water. "It's great managing young talents," he said, his voice low, "but there's a lot of corruption that's hard to ignore. People buying their way into fame, artists being pushed aside for profit. It can be... disheartening."
Chan nodded. "I've seen some of that," he said. "It's messed up, and it's like... it's never really about the music anymore." He took a bite of a hot dog, wiping the sauce from his lips with the back of his hand. "But I still think there are people who care. People who want to make real art."
As they continued talking, Chan noticed a streak of sauce at the corner of Felix's mouth. "Hey, you've got..." He gestured to his own lips, but they had no napkins left. Without thinking, he leaned in, brushing the spot with his thumb before impulsively pressing his lips to Felix's to wipe it away.
The kiss was brief, tentative, as if testing the waters. When Chan pulled back, he searched Felix's face for any sign of anger or disgust, but saw none. Instead, Felix's gaze lingered on him, his expression softened by something Chan hadn't seen before—vulnerability.
Felix leaned in again, this time with more certainty, and their lips met in a deeper kiss. The world seemed to vanish as they gave in to the moment, the warmth of the other's touch igniting a fire between them. It wasn't just a kiss; it was an unraveling of walls, an exchange of fears and desires.
When they finally broke apart, they both drew in unsteady breaths, eyes locked in a silent conversation.
Chan's heart raced, and he couldn't help but smile at the flicker of a smile on Felix's lips, the icy mask melting away, if only for a moment.
Felix shook his head slightly, as if trying to regain composure. "You're... quite bold," he murmured, but there was no malice in his voice.
Chan grinned, still tasting the faint sweetness of Felix's lips. "I guess I'm just not afraid of hard work," he said softly, echoing their earlier conversation.For the first time in a long while, Felix didn't have a cold remark ready. Instead, he simply looked at
Chan, his gaze lingering with an unspoken question, as if wondering what this moment meant and where it might lead.
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P.S. The drinks were "Ice one my teeth", "Jjam" and "Pink Venom".....I got Jjam of course, in middle one....
