Chapter 12

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Sung Hoon returned from a successful fan meeting in Japan, eager to reunite with Lucy and share stories of his adventures abroad. But fate had other plans, orchestrating an unexpected encounter with someone he didn't anticipate. 

As Sung Hoon and his manager headed to a restaurant for dinner, they found themselves in an exclusive, high-class establishment, dining in a private room.

After the meal, Sung Hoon's manager stepped out of the room first to settle the bill. Moments later, Sung Hoon emerged into the corridor, only to come face to face with Song Gu. Tensions crackled in the air as their eyes met, both men silently acknowledging the unresolved conflicts that lingered between them. 

The corridor, bathed in a soft yellow dim light, was tucked away at the corner of the restaurant, enveloping them in an eerie silence. In this secluded space, there was no one else but the two of them, heightening the intensity of their confrontation.

"Sung Hoon," Song Gu started, his voice carrying a subtle edge of disdain as he regarded the other man with a mixture of contempt and curiosity. "Rumor has it you've been having some interesting encounters with Lucy. Care to give me your side of the story?"

Sung Hoon's jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring with restrained anger as he fought to keep his temper in check. His fists tightened at his sides, knuckles whitening with the force of his grip as he locked eyes with Song Gu, a fire burning in his gaze. "This is none of your business, Song Gu. Lucy is mine, and I'll be damned if I let you interfere," his voice low and dangerous.

Song Gu's lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned in closer, his voice dripping with mockery. 

"So, I guess it's true you two are having a little thing going on. You should have let me know earlier; I almost stole her away from you without even knowing it, isn't it?" His tone was laced with sarcasm, and Sung Hoon struggled to keep his composure.

"Enough!" Sung Hoon interjected firmly, his tone laced with suppressed agitation. "Let's steer clear of discussing Lucy. She's not some prize to be won or taken at whim. She's a person with her own thoughts and feelings, and she deserves to be treated with respect."

Song Gu's amusement twinkled in his eyes as he responded, "Funny, considering she seemed rather taken with me at the premiere. Perhaps I'm more of her type." His words cut through the air like a knife, a salt to the wound! and Sung Hoon felt a surge of frustration rise within him.

With each word, the tension between them escalated, fueling a dangerous game of pride and ego that threatened to spiral out of control.

their confrontation reached its boiling point, Sung Hoon's patience snapped, his pent-up emotions erupting into a flurry of fists and fury. In a moment of unchecked rage, he lashed out at Song Gu, the sound of their scuffle echoing through the restaurant as chaos engulfed them both.

After Sung Hoon's punch landed, Song Gu wiped his lips with a smirk, taunting, "Oh, now the national good boy knows how to punch, huh? Just because of a girl? Now you're showing your true colors, huh?" Sung Hoon gritted his teeth in response, repeating, "I told you not to talk about her," before delivering another punch.

Just as the situation threatened to escalate further, Sung Hoon's manager intervened, urging, "Hyung, stop it. Let's leave here before people notice." Song Gu chimed in mockingly, "Yeah, you should leave before your image gets ruined, good boy!" The tension hung heavy in the air as Sung Hoon reluctantly backed away, his fists still clenched with unresolved anger.

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Whoo...Things got pretty heated isn't it? and it is just chapter 12! Yep, There's so much more, just wait and see. But I appreciate that you have decided to read my story this far. Please let me know your thoughts and opinions in the comments. I really care about them. also, please Vote for the story if you enjoyed it. It means a lot to me. Again, Thank you so much! now are you ready for more juicy parts? 

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