ANOMALY [ Showki & Wonkyun 18+]

The Temptation

The temptation ...

The realization ... 

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Hoseok stares at the woman in front of him lazily. She wears such a provocative black shirt layered with tight blazer and skirt flaunting her flawless curve here and there. He has met many women and is chased by them. And he has slept with most of them. He can clearly see how this woman tries her best to allure him with her sex appeal. Sometimes he takes it for granted and other times, like this, he simply ignores.

Hoseok glances at his watch and sighs inaudibly. He is in a private meeting with his new client and this woman is his client's secretary, busily writing something on her journal as well as lowers her body as she takes something from the floor, showing off her perfect cleavage with the plump breasts. Hoseok smiles, still feeling unamused. His mind is wandering to the last event. Of a boy whose name he didn't even know.

After some chat and meal, the new client shakes Hoseok's hands in eagerness. "It's nice to work with you. I am looking forward to our project."

Hoseok nods and smiles, "The honor is on me, Mr. Saichi. I will be looking for your investment here."

Mr. Saichi nods and gives a signal to his men, including the woman who is deliberately walking towards Hoseok with her sensual movement. She stands in front of Hoseok and smiles, giving a paper and says, "In case you need, uh further explanation about the project, sir. Anytime."

Hoseok takes the paper and slips it into his pocket, glancing at his new client's direction and whispers, "Pleasure is mine, sweetie." Hoseok winks and squeezes the woman's ass gently. She squeaks inaudibly and smiles seductively. Swaying her hip, she walks away in satisfaction.

Hoseok's smile disappears by the time she's out of his view and quickly throws the paper into his trash bin. His eyes linger for a while on the trash bin and murmurs, "That's where you belong."

Hoseok likes beautiful things. He works hard every day in his life and he deserves all the beautiful things in his arms. Man or woman, he doesn't really care. As long as they fit his taste.

But cheap is not in his dictionary. Cheap things belong in the trash. And that's what he did a minute ago with the paper with that woman's phone number on it.

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Hyunwoo walks halfheartedly to his own hotel, trying his best to keep himself composed when all he wanted to do was being together with his Hyosung. Doing something like this, arranging their marriage, picking up a wedding tux and rings. The unfortunate fate of Hyosung that she wasn't born under Yoo's name. Otherwise, she'll be right here and right now instead of Yoo Kihyun.

Hyunwoo sighs. He is welcomed with a frowned face of Kihyun who was listening to a woman explaining something. Their wedding organizer.

"You're late," says Kihyun coldly when the wedding organizer was in the toilet, fifteen minutes after Hyunwoo arrived.

"I know," replies Hyunwoo without any intention to explain anything.

"Like two hours late?" Kihyun's voice now slightly is getting higher. He glares furiously to the nonchalant man beside him.

Hyunwoo just smiles thinly. Very thinly. "Doesn't matter. I am here now." He says firmly, a final statement that will end all unnecessary arguments from Kihyun.

Kihyun's mouth is slightly agape, feeling betrayed and upset. He scoffs in return and sits with his arms folded in his chest. "Great. In a couple of months, I will be marrying an iceman like you." He murmurs to himself but Hyunwoo can still hear what he said.