The gentle rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Lee Yoo-Joon's spacious bedroom. As he stirred from his slumber, he found himself surrounded by opulence, the grandeur of his surroundings more apparent in the light of day.
Gazing around the room, Yoo-Joon marveled at its size and extravagance. Each corner held a new marvel: a living room nestled within the confines of the bedroom, a luxurious bed that seemed to beckon with promises of comfort, and a bathroom that rivaled the size of his largest room back home.
With a sense of wonder, he explored the room, taking in every detail. His thoughts wandered to the one person who would appreciate the grandeur of it all—her absence a palpable ache in his heart.
Lost in his reverie, Yoo-Joon was startled by the unexpected presence of Flex, who stood silently by his bedside with a cup of coffee in hand.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Yoo-Joon's startled cry echoed through the room as he fell from the bed in a clumsy heap, the sudden intrusion jolting him from his thoughts.
Flex offered the coffee with a calm demeanor, seemingly unperturbed by Yoo-Joon's startled reaction. "Enjoying the view?" he remarked casually.
Rubbing his head where he had bumped it, Yoo-Joon shot Flex an incredulous look. "What, no!! How long have you been standing there? You scared the hell out of me."
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Flex's response was measured, his gaze distant as if contemplating something beyond the immediate conversation. "Humans are always so fragile," he mused, his tone carrying a hint of melancholy. "Not long. When I came in, you were deep in thought. Get ready and come downstairs. Master is asking for your attendance. Here, coffee. I think you had a bad night's sleep."
Perplexed by Flex's cryptic words, Yoo-Joon struggled to make sense of the situation. "What do you mean by bad night's sleep?" he questioned, his curiosity piqued.
Flex's explanation only deepened Yoo-Joon's confusion. "This morning, I knocked so much, and then I thought you ran away. So I came in and saw you in bed, looked like you were up all night and just went to sleep. I opened the curtains and called, but still you were asleep, so I made this coffee for you. You would need it."
As Flex prepared to leave, he paused, turning back to face Yoo-Joon with a somber expression. "Are you sure that this deal is worth your life?" he asked, his words weighted with concern. "I hope you don't make the same mistake as I did once."
Left alone with his thoughts, Yoo-Joon pondered Flex's warning, his mind swirling with questions and doubts. What mistake had Flex made, and what did it have to do with the deal he had struck with Anny?
Shaking off his unease, Yoo-Joon continued his morning routine, preparing himself for the day ahead. Yet, as he glanced at the seal on his hand, a nagging sense of unease lingered.
Deciding to seek answers, Yoo-Joon set off in search of Flex, his mind buzzing with unanswered questions. Little did he know that an unexpected encounter awaited him—one that would bring him face to face with a new challenge and perhaps shed light on the mysteries that surrounded him.