The doorbell of the Kim penthouse rang. In the vast space, a housemaid hurriedly walked over to check the doorbell camera monitor before opening the door. When a familiar face appeared on the screen, she immediately unlocked it.
"Seungcheol, sir," she greeted with a polite bow.
"Ah, Imo. Is Seungkwan home?" Seungcheol asked, glancing around the quiet place. "He hasn't replied to my messages or picked up my calls."
"Seungkwan sir took Bookkeu for a walk, sir. He usually goes to the dog park two blocks from here. He should be back soon, he's been out for about an hour," the maid explained. "You can wait for him inside." She stepped aside, inviting him in.
"Actually, I came to pick up a document Mingyu asked me to get. He said it was in his office," Seungcheol said as he made his way to the living room.
"A document? May I ask which one specifically? There are a lot of documents in Mingyu sir's office, it might take some time to find it," she inquired.
Seungcheol cleared his throat, hesitating for a moment. "I'll find it myself. I don't want to trouble you," he said with a wide smile.
"Definitely, sir." She bowed.
As Seungcheol walked toward Mingyu's office, his expression shifted, turning firm and unreadable.
***
"WHAT??" Jeonghan's voice echoed through his house. "What the hell are you talking about? Is that why no media has picked up the news yet? We had a deal to release my scandal this morning!" he snapped, letting out a sharp breath.
"I'm sorry... and not sorry, Yoon Jeonghan," a smug voice replied over the phone. "You already know how this dirty industry works—money talks. We had an agreement, but when someone else offered more, I couldn't just refuse, could I?" The man chuckled lightly. "Ah... he even tripled what you offered, so don't bother asking for the copy. I don't have it anymore. He took them all."
"He? Who is he??" Jeonghan demanded, panic creeping into his voice. "He paid that much? It's not Mingyu, is it?"
"Nah, his payment included keeping his identity a secret. So, I won't say a word... Have a nice day, Mr. Yoon."
"No—wait—FUCK!" Jeonghan cursed as the call disconnected. He ran a frustrated hand through his blond hair, seething. "This is why I shouldn't have made a deal with some cheap-ass media. ARGH!"
He growled in frustration, hurling his phone onto the sofa before flopping down beside it.
"Why does it feel like the whole damn world is against me? First, that useless, penniless Jeon Wonwoo keeps screwing up our plans. Then, that asshole media! And now, who the fuck is this rich bastard who suddenly showed up and ruined everything?"
He let out a sharp breath before pouring himself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one go to steady his nerves.
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I Hate The Way You Love
FanfictionThree years after his divorce, Kim Mingyu, got a familiar call from his mother, urging him to come home. Mingyu knew she was likely trying to set him up with someone again, hoping he would remarry and start a family as she wanted. Of course, he poli...
