The lean man tugged a somehow smaller man, one you could say that also was as dashing as the previous one. You looked at the red ticket you’ve drawn earlier that read the exact number as he asked. “Is your ticket number 63?” A rather good looking, lean man towered over you as he suddenly asked. So you sat at the sorority house kitchen, far from the booming lawn and pool area without any idea who your designated partner would be. It was a shackles mixer, where you’d practically be chained to a fraternity member the whole night and forced to get to know them. To add to your discomfort, the party rules would keep you out of Haein and Ara’s company the whole night. A trait that wouldn’t get you very far in college. Growing up in a conservative and traditional family, you grew up preferring reading books and staying in over the common high schooler choice of partying outside. You wouldn’t exactly call yourself a prude, but you’re not really outgoing either. Mixers like these seems to be intended to find the members’ next college boy toy or some random exciting hookup for the night. And after the gruelling rules of the recruitment the last semester, all neophytes are excited to be rewarded with this soro-frat mixer - and you’ll lose the term reward very loosely. You three are at your 2nd year of college. With your refusal to wear any skimpy and tight red or black bodycon dress, the exact thing Ara and Haein went for, you just sticked with the Angel part of the theme. Apparently, the theme was something Angels and Demons. So now here you are, clad in a white dress that flowed just above your knee with a white feathery headband on your head guised as a halo. As these “sisters” would eventually help you once you reach law school. Your friends, Haein and Ara who took the same major with you, convinced you that joining a sorority is a must and vital to Legal Management students. The scent of both sweaty bodies and alcohol flooded your senses, both of which you weren’t accustomed to. And with all his power and wealth, you know that if wishes to keep Jaejin from you, he’ll do it very well.īut there’s this hope in your heart that Junmyeon is the same loving guy you met over a decade ago. Or that maybe Junmyeon will have all this pent up anger and desire to retaliate hiding your son from you. To grow up in a life like his father’s - to have servants at your beck and call, all that you wish will be laid down on your hands with a snap of a finger. That he’ll see this opulent and lavish life as better than he experiences with you. This fear in your mind is this possibility of not seeing him again. And the fact that he now knows that Jaejin is of his own blood just assures you that he is safe. There’s this knowledge deep in your heart, past all the anxiousness that his apparent secret life brings you, that Junmyeon is still this gentle and well meaning man that you used to love. It wasn’t that you’re thinking that Junmyeon would ever hurt Jaejin. You could only look at its uppermost floor amongst all the glimmering lights of the city, hoping that in there is your son. There are more skyscrapers that filled the skyline, and the luxurious condominium you knew very well towered over the others.
The eyes of ara secret staircase room full#
The city was noisier than ever, full of blinding lights and buzzing people of various appearances. The address itself was vague in your memory, the streets surely did change a lot for recognition for the past seven years. You’re not even sure if Junmyeon still lives in his old penthouse unit in the busy center of Seoul.
The eyes of ara secret staircase room free#
Not even bothering to free yourself out of the restraining work clothes. The ache that grew on your overworked feet didn’t even stop you from scurrying down the building and get yourself a cab.
This goes a bit way way back, enjoy the back story. But one mishap led to the biggest secret in your life being face to face with the man you’ve kept him away from all these years - his father. You’ve hid your son from the biggest threat of his life.
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