These are all the synopsis of books I'll Publish in the future. I'll add chapters gradually when I'll come up with new ideas. These are basically my drafts. I'm making this book to save my ideas.
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He stared at his reflection in the mirror, adjusting the white silk shirt tucked neatly into his black, fitted jeans. His collarbones were visible, and a necklace dangled from his neck.
A smile tugged at his lips as he caressed the necklace, a sigh escaping him. How he wished his husband could see him like this, dressed up so impeccably, but there was no way he’d show up at a party in his enemy’s house.
He swiped lip gloss over his full lips and rubbed them together, tucking his hair back into place before leaving his bedroom.
The party was already in full swing when he arrived. He never liked these gatherings his father organized—he knew they were merely opportunities for his father to choose a suitable partner for him.
He couldn’t tell his family that he was already married, and to their enemy no less. The man no one had ever seen, the one whose name no one knew. Seokjin felt a peculiar sense of superiority, knowing that he alone had the privilege of knowing who his true partner was.
A smile spread across his face as he thought of his husband, "The Phantom King," as people called him. His beloved, his and only his.
"Seokjin-ah, come here, baby," his brother-in-law called cheerfully. Seokjin sighed but smiled, walking over to him.
"Meet Mr. Hwan, the CEO of Hwan Group," his brother-in-law introduced, gesturing toward the man in front of him.
"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you," Seokjin said, but his smile faltered when the man took his hand and kissed the back of it.
"The pleasure is all mine," Mr. Hwan said, his eyes smiling at him. Seokjin's stomach twisted. He wanted to pull his hand back, to punch the man in the nose. He was wearing his wedding ring—on the middle finger of the hand Hwan was holding--it couldn’t go on the ring finger because no one knows he's married.
Seokjin swiftly pulled his hand away, the urge to run to the nearest bathroom and wash his hands overwhelming him.
"My love, may I have this dance?" His brother asked, and Hobi lit up with a smile, immediately taking Yoongi’s hand, leaving Seokjin alone with Mr. Hwan.
Seokjin longed to escape, to be in the arms of the one everyone thought was their enemy. But to Seokjin, he was his safe place. God, how he missed him. He prayed that he was doing well. He hadn't talked to him for almost a month and he was dying.
He absentmindedly caressed the necklace again, the first gift from his husband. He smiled at his brother-in-law, who was watching him expectantly, and silently gestured toward the person next to him to dance.
