'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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Jeonghan let Miyeon pull him through the dimly lit corridor, her hand still wrapped around his. His gaze flickered down to their intertwined fingers, and for a fleeting moment, he had the urge to hold on just a little tighter.
Her hand was cold, just like always, yet somehow, whenever it was in his, it brought him the warmth he constantly craved.
His eyes drifted from their hands to her face, and for a second, he forgot to breathe. She looked beautiful-effortlessly so.
The way her dress hugged her figure, the delicate shimmer of the pearl necklace catching the soft glow of the chandelier-it was almost unfair how effortlessly she stole his breath away.
And maybe she hadn't noticed yet, but the navy blue of her dress perfectly matched his tie, a small, unspoken connection between them. A quiet kind of fate.
Somewhere along the way, they'd made it to the second floor, into an empty guest room in the sprawling venue. But Jeonghan hadn't noticed.
He had been too busy memorizing the curve of her lips, the way her eyes darted nervously around the room, as if just now realizing how long she had been holding his hand.
And still, to him, she was beautiful.
"So," he began, his voice smooth yet laced with amusement, watching as she glanced around the room nervously. Her expression shifted-like she had just come to a sudden realization, one that made her chest tighten.
"Wine on my lapel, huh?" he smirked, his tone teasing, effortlessly pulling her attention back to him.
Miyeon coughed awkwardly, forcing out a laugh, but any boldness she had before was gone. It wasn't that he was intimidating-no, quite the opposite. He had this quiet presence that made the air between them feel heavier, warmer. In his presence, she forgot how to breathe, because all she wanted to do was look at him.
But it wasn't just his face that captivated her. It was all of him.
The way he existed so effortlessly yet somehow made her feel seen without even trying.
"Well, you do have wine on your lapel," Miyeon remarked softly, her gaze dropping to the faint stains splattered across his suit.
Jeonghan followed her eyes, seeing the subtle red marks. He absentmindedly tugged at the fabric, trying to mask his discomfort, but it was already too late. The damage had been done, a small but noticeable reminder of the awkwardness lingering between them.
"Let me help you," she said, her voice hesitant but gentle. She shuffled across the room, her movement graceful despite the tension in the air. Her footsteps barely made a sound as she reached for the box of tissues placed on a small table nearby.
