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Meet Lee Felix — just your average 17-year-old Korean boy... if "average" means growing up in sunny Australia with freckles made of stardust, tattoos hidden beneath designer clothes, and a last name that opens doors in half of Seoul.
Born into the powerful Lee family, Felix was never meant to choose his own path. His father — Mr. Lee, the cold-brewed tycoon behind the iconic “Bubble Bomb” tea empire — had Felix’s future planned down to the minute: the perfect career, the perfect image, the perfect fiancée. Her name? Yuna. Elegant, rich, flawless — and just as trapped as Felix in this scripted fairytale.
But Felix’s heart? Already spoken for. By him — Hwang Hyunjin.
18, artistic, a little chaotic, and completely irresistible. Hyunjin came from a quiet life: modest home, average paycheck, big dreams. They met at a volleyball tournament — Hyunjin was on the court, Felix in the VIP seats — and something sparked. Three years later, that spark is still burning.
There’s just one problem: Mr. Lee doesn’t know. About Hyunjin. About them. About the late-night calls, the rooftop kisses, the ink on Felix’s skin that Hyunjin can’t stop tracing.
With a wedding on the horizon and secrets piling up, Felix is walking a tightrope between duty and desire. And the clock is ticking.
Meet Yuna — 17, elegant, well-behaved, and engaged to Felix Lee... on paper.
The truth? She’s just as trapped as he is.
Their engagement is business, not love. Her future is a family contract, not a choice. But behind the picture-perfect smiles, Yuna has someone else — someone who makes her feel seen, real, alive.
She never asked Felix about his late-night visitor, the boy with the messy hair and soft eyes — but she sees the way Felix looks at him. She knows. And honestly? She’s glad.
Because neither of them wants this.
They’re just playing their parts, protecting the people they really love — and maybe, quietly, protecting each other too.
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The applause was long gone, but it still rang in Felix’s ears like a bad song stuck on repeat.
The wedding was perfect. Grand, polished, and cold. He kissed Yuna like it meant something. Smiled like his life wasn't burning behind his eyes. Papers were signed, toasts were made, and Seoul’s elite clapped like they were watching a drama with a happy ending.
And now? Night had fallen. They arrived at the hotel like a real couple. The staff bowed, champagne waited, candles flickered. Everyone thought they knew what would happen next.
Inside the suite, the silence was deafening.
Yuna took off her heels without a word. She looked at Felix, almost amused.
“He’s coming, isn’t he?”
Felix just nodded. She didn’t ask anything else. She didn’t need to. With a soft sigh, she disappeared into the second bedroom.
Felix stood by the window, holding a glass of wine, still in his wedding suit. Tie loose. Hair a mess. He took a slow sip, waiting.
Ten minutes later: a knock.
Yuna opened the door.
There he was — Hyunjin. All in black, jaw tight, gaze calm but intense. He looked at her for just a second — unreadable. Not angry. Just... reserved. Jealous in the way only someone deeply in love can be.
“He’s inside,” she said, voice calm.
Hyunjin gave a short nod and stepped past her without a word.
He found Felix immediately and was on him in seconds — arms gentle but firm, hands threading through his hair, lips brushing tenderly against his skin. Not kissing. Just claiming.
“You smell like her,” he said quietly, voice low and soft. “You wore that suit for her.”
Felix let out a soft laugh, breathless and playful.
“I wore it for the photographers,” he murmured, tugging Hyunjin a little closer by the collar. “You’re the only one I planned to undress for.”
Hyunjin’s lips curved into a gentle smile. Warm. Loving.
Felix kissed the corner of his mouth — slow, delicate — like he was daring him to lose control.
And it was funny, in a twisted way. That just an hour after marrying a girl in front of half the city, Felix was now wrapped in the arms of the boy he actually loved — still wearing the damn wedding suit, still smelling like someone else's perfume, while the whole world assumed he was busy "making love" to his new wife.
Meanwhile, Yuna was quietly settling into the room next door — alone.
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