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★ Chapter 001

It was an airy evening, an evening that was filled with nothing but bright feels. Though the sun was set just beyond the walls, inside was the opposite of the sky that everyone were too fond of. The soft sound of violins feeling the secluded area and the added on bass that strummed through to meet with the melody that met the ears of those that were around. As the chattering that echoed throughout the large room went on for as long as hours, so did the rising responsibility of the Lim organization that hosted this gathering that had those on the upper end of Seoul speaking about, for weeks.

“AND.. I plan on taking the throne to the family’s organization and later convert this organization to the needs of what would bring forth the future thoughts and regulations of the terms of what it would mean to run one.” Quite confident and assured of her dedication and thoughtful commands, the brunette sends off a small spoken smile that catches the attention of the taller male that stood on the opposite end of her. With an eyebrow raised, he was immersed by the wonders of this one string that she held onto that was set in the sights of a nearing future that was yet confirmed. “Is that so? I never knew that your goal would be to move forward with the same expectations of her mother. If I had known that, we definitely would’ve had this talk a long time ago.”

Mr. Kim was one of the most foresee owners that were known to the upper class that ever had a possibility of facing off with such an intellectual, as himself. The brunette knew her battle, knew her stances and knew the fight that would be given with ever trying to take on someone as powerful as him but she was no let down.

“Heavens, of course!” A fanned hand found itself hovering over her chest as if in mere surprise that someone would doubt her future, her structure and the things that were set for a family that she proudly represented. “Taehyung will be taking over Kim Industry when the time comes, as for my hope to bring both establishments on this end to a complete step up to a game that has yet started.”

Chuckling at his statement as if it were a joke, as if it were something that he purposely say for the stance of satire and comedy. She was amused. “You’re kidding me, right?” “Areum—”

“Taehyung has merely the ability to tie his own shoes. What fortune could he possibly bring to the future of Kim Industry?”

As if expected, Mr. Kim lets a soft chuckle slip, quite interested in the words she had played out for his decision towards business affairs. It was tricky of him to bring up such a topic that would rile up the brunette that was more than disgusted by the idea of ever having to work alongside someone who she could barely manage to breathe the same air as.

Too indulged in the thought of a scenario that prayed would not take place, she was unaware to the taller figure that hovered over her body. As uneasy as Mr. Kim was beginning to feel, he knew that this would cause a scene and it would definitely not be one that he would want to be around for. “Talking about me behind my back is something that I’d expect from you, but to speak about me while I’m behind your back, is pretty bold.”

God, she thought to herself. With a small curve of her head and a motioned roll of her eyes, she slowly turns to face the deep and carrying tone that belonged to the one person who she was not expecting to see in such a place. Disturbed was an understatement but to surprised and curious as to his presence at an event that was not his style, was definitely an overstatement for her to process.

“Oh, how rude of me. I would have said it to your face, if I had known that your tongue was rightfully in your mouth where it should be and not down the throat of some girl.”

With nothing more to say, she politely excuses herself from the two that made her feel oddly intimidated with a degree of tension and made her way off past Taehyung, as his eyes slowly trailed behind her figure before returning to the sight of his father that held a blank stare with no satisfaction to it.

A sigh is released from his parted lips, as if already interpreting the conversation that would be taken place in the back of a hollowed out vehicle that would end with an angry remark from both of them, he had to remove himself from the situation. It was a talk that he was in no mood to have and if disappearing from sights of him for the rest of the night was a way to escape it, it was a risk he was willing to take.

Areum was heavily bothered by the turn of events, the false information that led for her embarrassment and departure from a conversation that could’ve actually be better for her in means of the company, she was ready to address the odd appearance from someone that was not welcomed. With her heels clicking and clacking against the hardwood floor, she found herself flying through the crowd. When her eyes landed on the cheese fountain that stood six feet tall in the center of the room, she knew that the person she was searching for would be in that very spot, as guests were constantly leading their way towards the amazement of an inclusion that left so many baffled.

Her laced covered hand grips the forearm of the shorter female that had her back to her, as if forcing her to turn in a forged manner. The shorter female was taken back by the sudden contact, the chip that was once in the grip of her hand, laying on the silk red table spread that was in front of her. “You!”

“Me..” Her finger is dangled back at herself, confused by the annotation that made no sense to her. “Yes, you! You told me that a certain someone wouldn’t be making an appearance but he did. Explain yourself.”

Her ears were flared with flames, her cheeks were prodded with redness. Anger was a clear read to her features that sent a bunch of red flags that left the raven quite unsure of the selection of words that she would use to calm Areum of her distress. “He told me that he wasn’t going to come but maybe there was a change of plans?” Areum’s interest in the velocity of this specific male was clueless to the opposing girl but it was none of her concern if she held any kind of distaste towards those that crossed her path. “Why does it matter?”

“It matters because a wild animal has found itself in a setting that they weren’t welcomed to.”

“Well, he actually was- his father, that is.”

When there is no response from the heated and blazed girl, a sigh is released from the girl as she slowly places her palms on the freed skin of Areum’s collarbone, eyes locked onto hers. “It is not about him. We have every other day to talk about the wonders of his existence but tonight is not the night. Tonight is in honor of your mother and her success to the company that she has rightfully claimed as her own. You are here to stand by your mother and support her for her hard work and dedication.”

She’s right, as a simple thought would have been justified but as much as she should’ve said it, it was not something that she would like to proudly admit. Admitting to someone else’s rights would be definitely an advantage to her and she would not let that guard down, regardless of who it was. “Taeran..”

A hum is corresponded to the mention of her name, arms falling back to her side, in hopes of conveying her dear friend of the speculations that would arise if it were seen that her despise for another person had overcome her means of even appearing during this very important night. “How dare you leave the house wearing 2012 Jimmy Choos with that Chiara Boni La Petite Robe?”

As if her hopes her already been sky high, Taeran sinks her teeth into the bottom of her lip, doing her very best at keeping any unnecessary comments to herself. “I’m glad that I was able to make you feel better.”

Learning from her previous years and endless counts of experience in the field of being friends with Areum, she was aware of the challenges, the destruction and comments that were always flooding the mind of said brunette. At a given point, one that she was unaware of, had she grown resistant to the behavior of her friend that would typically bother another person. There were no doubt that often it would become quite old.

If there were a saying towards things that grew old with no manifestation in having it stop, it would be used in more ways than one. With certain people, some things never die out and it was both a blessing and a curse to those specific people.

“You’re kidding right now, right?”

Across from the room, just in the corner near the restrooms, stood a very subtle and yet confused brunette, whose arms were crossed over her chest in a roundabout way. To say the least, she was very embarrassed by the act that was being pulled by the person that she called her mother. Her eyes danced around the vacant area, making sure that no one was obvious to the tragedy of an entrance that could now be marked as a show.

“I left my gift in the car, I need to run back and get it.”

The older woman was currently rummaging through her bag, items falling from it’s contents and even pouring out onto the floor as quick swifts of movements were made to pick them back up. The usual was what Fae liked to call it, along with the rare to many slips up that had others staring at them in such shock.

As her mother was quick to turn on her hides and head back to the direction in which they entered from, she was greeted with a warm hug and gesture towards chattering and a glass of wine, is what they would call it. “Mom, I’ll get it. Don’t worry about it.” Her mother was grateful towards the honoring duty before she strolls away with what seemed like a dreadful push.

Her Saturday's were not meant to be spent this way. She planned an evening on the sofa while laughing at wacky cartoons that would be better satisfying than some ball touch gown throw down, where she doesn’t know more than half of the people in the setting. If anything, her worry was allowing her mother to travel alone and fall into a massive pit of anxiety due to the various contracts and tense representation of competition that flooded that one particular room.

It would be an understatement to say that she cherished her mother but often she wondered where she would be without her assistance. With her hand falling down to grab the access trail of clothing that was dragging against the concrete below her feet, her pace was fast when being outside at such an hour with no single soul in sight. Nights like these were her absolute favorite, with only the sound of the wind howling through the night sky with no distractions to disturb her from absorbing the beauty around her. Being in it? Not her cup of tea.

Beep beep, sounds the car alarm to unlock the door as she finds herself climbing through the back seats, searching for one turquoise bag that would have been laying about. Aha, with her determination to find the decorated bag, she managed to get a hold of it and now found herself fixing the crinkled parts of her dress, not surprised that she managed to mess up the dress that her mother worked on getting fitted for her.

After closing the door and respectfully locking it, she starts her way back in the direction of which she came for, crossing pack across the path and heading towards the large building that was filled with upper end business associates.

Beep!

Her attention is averted towards the flashing lights that has come into view, fear now is present on her face as the wheels of the moving vehicle comes to a stop just an inch away from her. She jumps back, shock can be described as a lower accessory to her features. She must have been so stuck in her thoughts to now be aware of the male that pops from the driver’s side of the car, anger is heard in his tone.

“Are you crazy!?”

Now laying her umber eyes on the blonde that could barely be made out, due to the lights that clouded her vision, she squints. “Who speeds down a narrow road like that? Are you crazy?” Was her instinct reply as the blonde now walks over to her, the image now more noticeable.

“Are you hurt?” He asks, her judgement now unsure. Not even having the opportunity to respond fully, he groans. “Thank god.. I have better reasons to spend my money on, something that doesn’t conclude a clueless girl.”

He..

Fae was stuck by the clarification of his words and his unintended care that turned into a one sided complaint that could have possibly left her in a casket and him, in a court room and hopefully behind bars. He doesn’t hesitate to hop back into his car and screech out of the scene as if nothing had just happened.

“What the hell did he just say?”

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