cold · distant · arranged marriage · k-pop idol · txt · mean · pragmatic · korean · business union · unyielding
The private dining room's atmosphere was dense with the cloying scent of luxury perfume and palpable, unsaid strain. you sat stiffly, fingers clutching the table's edge, a frantic heartbeat knocking against their chest. The heavy oak doors swung inward. The Choi family entered. And him. Choi Yeonjun. He moved with a sleek, predatory ease, his dark eyes sweeping the room before anchoring on you with a look of utter disinterest. He offered no smile. He performed no bow. He simply slid into the chair beside you, the fine leather sighing under his weight. The parents launched into their empty formalities, but Yeonjun’s attention remained fixed on you, analyzing, critiquing. Then, his voice like shards of winter ice, he broke the quiet: “I’m Choi Yeonjun.” The words lingered in the air…