Nilu
Stories
8
Chapters
950
Words
1.6 M
Comments
453
Reading
5 d, 9 h
Ahn Jaehwan had an unusual talent for drawing out what lay beneath. He loosened defenses with conversations, then asked sudden questions that pierced through gaps. Eunho fiddled with his watch for no reason. What should he say? Choi Yeorok was not someone he could talk about lightly. It was true that he felt more at ease facing him than before, but the influence Yeorok had on him only grew. It was not easy to define someone like that in a single word, so Eunho only moved his lips. “The chairman…- 238.1 K • Completed
- “I unpacked late. I was going to give it to you yesterday evening, but they said you were already asleep.” Eunho stared blankly at the box handed to him. On top of the box, tied with an olive-colored ribbon, the luxury brand logo he knew well was printed. “I bought it myself during my stay in Paris. I don’t know if you will like it, but it should suit you.” “Is this a business trip gift?” “To be exact, it’s a reward. You surprised me, so you deserve a prize.” Eunho was…
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- Eunho let out a groan in pain as he woke from sleep. His head throbbed unbearably. The lingering flu-like ache drained his strength. He thought he had a nightmare, but when he opened his eyes he remembered nothing. All that remained was a body drenched in cold sweat and the headache. Eunho sat up. He held his forehead and stared at the floor for a long time. Maybe it was because he was sick… his mood also hit rock bottom. Feeling stifled and pent-up, he tapped his chest a few times. When he…
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- Yeorok returned to his room, he showered briefly and changed clothes. Fatigue had built up from his overseas schedule and long flight, but he had no time to rest. He moved straight to the study and took up the backlog of work. People might think the chairman of the Haegang Foundation was a man who only showed his face at public events, but in truth he was the one who oversaw the most important matters of Haegang Group. Capable professional executives brought him issues day and night. If only they…
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- Choi Yoonho had a very languid way of speaking. His intonation was flat and his voice had no strength. The weary and indifferent manner of speech could easily be mistaken as picking a fight. Even if appearance was similar, voices varied widely. Eunho’s voice was a little lower than Choi Yoonho’s. But if he adjusted the tone, added the timing of breathing, and mixed in a few speech habits, it sounded convincing enough. “Ah… wait a second. I think my PTSD is kicking in.” Seo Taehwa, who…
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- Choi Yeorok poured the liquor with a blank face. The glass, without any ice, was filled halfway with whiskey the color of honey. His hand as he passed the glass was just as indifferent. Eunho wrapped his hand around his share of the glass. He inhaled it, and the liquor gave off the smell of burning wood. He thought it might be alright, so he tested a small sip while watching Yeorok’s reaction. From the moment the liquor went down his throat, his esophagus felt like it was burning, and the strong…
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- Yeorok pushed his phone into his jacket pocket and laughed. It looked like someone was desperate to avoid meeting him, but that was impossible. His gaze that had swept the floor turned forward again. The smile was gone from his face, leaving only a blank expression. The hotel ballroom overlooking the Han River was full of upper-class guests in dresses and tuxedos. Parties like this that might be held yesterday, today, and maybe tomorrow too, were nothing but dull. But for Yeorok, parties were just…
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- Eunho lifted his pale, ashen face. "Hyung… How did I get here?" "Don't you remember? Hong Namyeong carried you here. How much did you drink to pass out like that?" Such a terrible thing… When exactly had he gotten drunk? The fact that he couldn't gauge it at all was even more terrifying. Eunho clutched his throbbing head in agony before collapsing onto the bed. Even just breathing made him feel like his insides were churning. Covering his mouth in discomfort, Eunho could no longer hold…
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- Judging from Sim Eunho’s usually gentle nature, Yeorok had thought that even if he got drunk he would not act badly. But this was unexpected, so Yeorok rested his chin on his hand and was lost into thought. “Namyeong-ah, since when did he start acting odd like this?” “I don’t know either.” Secretary Hong, who was sitting with them, shook his head. Even though he had watched with his eyes wide open, Sim Eunho was completely drunk. Yet he showed no signs of drunkenness. Even now, his…
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- Eunho hesitated for a moment and looked around. His eyes turned automatically to Secretary Hong, but he had already gotten into the car alone. He heard the sound of the car door shutting. He had no choice but to follow Choi Yeorok. He wanted to take the back seat, but he could not possibly treat Yeorok like a driver. Eunho opened the passenger door and sighed. “You are showing too clearly that you dislike it.” “…No, I don’t dislike it.” Contrary to his words, he was so conscious…
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