He was limitless. He was emotionless, but the fun part was he was a playboy. He played with girls' hearts and crushed them without caring how they would feel. But still, there was a weakness of his, that is, love, which he was afraid to bloom in his...
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Park Sohee POV
What the hell? What is she doing here? Oh my god! Don't tell me she is with him or something.
A chill wave rushed through my veins, eyes fixed on her face. I wanted to say something, but it seemed I was having difficulty uttering, my mouth opening and closing like a fish. Indeed, I was shaken after seeing someone so unexpectedly.
I gulped the lump that formed in my throat and bowed, forcing a smile on my lips.
"Ms. Jeon," I uttered. "I am sorry. I think I came to the wrong house."
"You came to the right house, Sohee. Get in." She said, getting a hold of my hand and dragging me into the house.
My lips parted again after seeing the beautiful interior of the house. Different plants were kept on the sides, and beautiful portraits hung on the walls. My shoes hit the wooden floor as I walked behind her to the living room. A simple yet elegant chandelier hung on the wooden ceiling, which looked classic and natural.
"I know you are surprised after seeing me here." Ms. Jeon said as she sat on the couch and motioned me to sit next to her.
I took a seat, folding my hands on my lap. "Yes. But what are you doing--"
"Noona! Where is your hairdryer?"
A voice cut me off, making me snap my head at him, who stood on the staircase with a towel wrapped around his torso. I felt my cheeks warming up while my eyes trailed down to his muscular abs. I never thought he had those things under his shirt. His body frame was nothing compared to that baby face of his. He was sexy.
It must be one of the reasons that girls threw themself on him even though they knew who he was.
Gulping down hard, I looked away when his eyes fell upon me. I cleared my throat, scratched my chin, and took out my phone to distract myself from the images of his abs which played on the back of my head.
"It's in my closet. Go and take it by yourself." Ms. Jeon replied to him, and he hummed as he ran upstairs. Heaving a sigh, she looked back at me, smiling at me.
"So, you are..." I trailed off, glancing over at her and raising one of my eyebrows.
"Oh yes. I am his sister." She said, nodding.
"I didn't know about it." I mumbled to myself and let out a chuckle.
"Of course, I didn't tell any of my students about it."
