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Jeongguk has it all. He is young, handsome, rich, has a beautiful fiancée. He will soon become a CEO at his father's company, which is one of the most successful companies in Seoul. It would seem that his life is almost perfect. Everythi...
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Jeongguk entered the room, dragging his carry-on suitcase, and placed it next to the closet. He slipped his black suit jacket off his broad shoulders and tossed it on the bed, then approached the door leading to the terrace. He opened it and went outside. The terrace was large, with a table and two chairs. Perfect breakfast place with a beautiful view in the background.
The perfect start to the day for the bride and groom, he thought.
He took a deep breath as if he hoped the crisp evening air would ease that strange pain he felt inside. He rested his hands on the railing and looked at the view stretching out in front of his dark irises.
He had to admit that his father did a great job choosing the hotel. Although he suspected it was more of his stepmother's doing. Keiko had good taste. He was convinced that it was she who chose such a gift.
Lovely honeymoon room almost in the heart of Paris.
Which woman would not dream of going with her fiancé for a romantic weekend in a city that has been the metropolis of romanticism for years? Walk the narrow streets, passing the numerous cafés where the French sit, talking about how they spent the day, inhaling the scent of French air mixed with the scent of wine and sweet crème brûlée, or the scent of expressive cheeses.
It was a dream come true.
It is a pity that he did not dream about it at all. On the contrary, he wanted to run out of here, go to Charles de Gaulle Airport, buy the first return ticket to Korea, and drive straight to that neglected part of Seoul, run up the stairs to the third floor and knock on his door while waiting with a hard beating heart, until someone finally opens it.
He wanted the man he couldn't stop thinking about to open it. He wanted to see a smile on his perfectly chiseled lips, he wanted to grab his black T-shirt with his trembling hands and bring their lips together in a kiss that would steal all the oxygen from his lungs.
He looked at the beautiful sight that stretched from the terrace of their room and, instead of delight, felt the emptiness.
He stared for a moment at the outline of the Eiffel Tower, known to him only from photographs, which was located no more than three or four kilometers from their hotel. The building was impressive, majestic and delicately illuminated. It looked beautiful against the backdrop of the setting sun and the sky tinted with its fading rays.
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