"Do hell with you and your pretentious love, Namjoon! Just leave me alone, will you?!" you shouted, your angry eyes locking onto his, only to find him smiling innocently, which made you grit your teeth in frustration.
He had become so much more stub...
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The rhythmic clicking of short-heeled Chanel boots echoed through the empty alleyway. The muted squelch of mud beneath each step hinted at the rain that had poured down moments ago, leaving a faint, earthy scent lingering in the air.
A sigh escaped the figure as they approached a small, dimly lit house. The dark coat draped over their shoulders was damp, and droplets clung stubbornly to the fabric. With a swift motion, the drenched umbrella was snapped shut, droplets scattering onto the ground like forgotten tears.
The key slid into the lock with an unsettling ease, and the heavy door creaked open, its hinges singing a long-forgotten tune. The shadows welcomed the figure inside, but even within the warmth of the home, the air felt thick. Silent. Watchful.
Yet, there was no hesitation in the person's steps. They kicked off their muddied boots at the entrance, their movements deliberate, almost expectant.
And then, without turning around, they spoke.
"You can come out now," the voice was calm, almost bored, but laced with an edge. "No need for this formality."
The words cut through the silence, lingering in the still air. And from the depths of the shadows, a presence stirred.
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The dim lighting of the house was already on when he stepped inside, a subtle glow casting long shadows against the wooden walls. He tossed his damp coat aside, the weight of the day sinking him into the couch. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, the exhaustion evident in his slouched posture.
"Hoseok..."
A low, commanding voice echoed through the room, snapping him from his fleeting rest.
"Mr. Lee," Hoseok sighed, his gaze landing on the man lounging across from him, legs crossed with an air of arrogance. The sharp suit, pristine as ever, clashed against the rustic surroundings of the cottage.
"How's it going?"
Hoseok rolled his shoulders, the weariness etched into his every move. "They're complicated. Their situation is complicated." His voice held a tired frustration.
