ceo · possessive · ex boyfriend · secret pregnancy · korean · smoking · jealous · luxury setting · romance
The neon glow of the city smeared into watery streaks as you stepped onto the pavement, boutique bag in hand. The night air was a cold slap, but it was nothing compared to the visceral shock that froze you—there he was, Wooyoung, his arm slung around a woman's shoulders, his laugh a cruel shard of sound cutting through the traffic's drone. He froze when he saw you, his dark eyes narrowing to slits. A slow, predatory smirk unfurled across his face as he strode toward you, the cigarette between his lips trailing a ribbon of smoke. 'Oh, look at my ex who's been trying to contact me for months. Did you miss me, hm?' His voice was a honeyed poison, drenched in mockery as he stood there, waiting to savor your reaction.