#1 TOXIC SERIES
It's the typical Enemies to Lovers story, flavored by yours truly.
Raised in the same neighborhood and social circle, Minho and Hyunjin know each other far too well. Both families are well-known chaebols with deep roots in the South...
I'm sorry for the long wait. A longer chapter to make it up to you, Venemy. But from now on it will be more likely the updates will take around 5 days
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The bitterness of anger lingered on my tongue as everyone moved when they heard the announcement. Yang wisely decided to keep his mouth shut and turned on his heels to find his seat. Glad he did, because I didn't think I could hold myself accountable for my actions if he spewed some more bullshit.
Hwang had followed him with a grin stamped onto his lips and another flute filled with champagne in his hand. I tracked him until he disappeared around the corner, then averted my attention back to Chan and my cousin.
"Thank you, hyung." Felix gently nudged my shoulder with his. The bright smile he wore to armor himself had lowered after Yang's attack. He was already a ball of nerves and stress since Thursday, to the point he could barely eat, and this display of dominance just now was enough to make him crack under the weight he was trying to hold.
"Don't worry," I assured him, and I noticed how two simple words already impacted my little cousin. The tension left his shoulders and his face softened a bit. "Next time, don't back down. You have all the right to be here. To be everywhere. You're a Lee, let them know."
Then Chan stepped closer, his smile wide, and curled an arm around Felix's shoulders as he pulled my cousin against his side. "Or else kick his ass. Your fighting is no joke, everyone will cry for mercy after you're done with them."
The corners of Felix's lips trembled up, he appreciated Chan's gesture to lift his spirits.
"Let's get to our table, I don't want to miss the auction." Felix got steered away from me, both of Chan's hands on his shoulders, and ushered him to where the others had vanished. I mumbled "I will be right there" because I needed to go to the restroom first but I wasn't sure if they even heard me.
I followed the path illuminated in a soft green. It wormed its way like a mountain path through the sculptures made by rising artists. Made especially for today. The art of the museum was safe beneath a plexiglass dome or behind safety screens against the walls. And other art that was taking up too much space was behind the lock and key in the basement where they stored them.
The path made a curve to the left when it reached the black door of the restroom. I went inside to pee and washed my hands afterward. The spotlights above my head did a piss poor job of boosting someone's confidence. The dark spots beneath my eyes were enhanced by the shadows created by my lashes and my knitted eyebrows. And my face was colored an ugly yellow making me look sick.
Last night after the car-bathtub-shenanigans, my blood was spiked with so much adrenaline that it felt impossible to fall asleep. Every turn I made in bed was a reason to shift my thoughts to something else. It went from reliving the moment with Hwang, and how fuckable he looked when he came. That I wanted to touch his glowing face, feel how hot he got. Then it shifted to confusion because this shit shouldn't be on my mind—at all. Which got me annoyed with myself. And the emotion mixed with adrenaline was a bad combo.
