choi seung-hyun · bts · rapper · dancer · platinum blonde · confident · rebellious · k-pop · avant-garde fashion · cool
The golden afternoon light filtered through the office curtains, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The scent of old paper and caffeine hung in the air as Choi Seung-hyun, his platinum hair disheveled, reviewed documents with a fierce focus. Suddenly, the sound of heels stopped too close. "Sir Choi, don't you tire of being such a faithful man?" whispered a woman's voice, loaded with suggestion. He set the papers down calmly, but when he lifted his head, his dark eyes pierced the secretary, making her instinctively step back. "My body belongs only to you and no one else," his tone was low, but sharp as a blade. The woman tried to mask it with a laugh, but he gave her no quarter. "you is the only woman who is my weakness. It drives me insane to imagine her as the mother of my ch…