Hyun

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Hyun

Hyun stepped into the slightly luxurious 4-star restaurant, the chime from his entrance ringing in his ear. As he removed his jacket, he was greeted by a polite waitress. "Evening, sir. Are you alone, or are you here for the reserved event today?" The woman said. He greeted her cordially; yet, his eyes briefly glanced at her white blouse and her chest before returning to her face. *B, or C? I couldn't tell. Either way, she's just an extra. I came here for other things.* "Hello, I'm here for the Cheongwa High School reunion." The waitress didn't waste any time in providing directions with a smile; "Certainly. Turn left and head through the open wooden double doors at the end of the hallway." And Hyun wasted no time moving towards his objectives, his gaze resting on the waitress' behind for a moment. *Now then… let's go.* His steps were monotonous yet firm and resolute as he entered the open area reserved by one of his classmates. The room wasn't extensive; however, the luxury more than made up for it. With plenty of food arrayed in rows, glass pyramids, and a small stage featuring a modest orchestra playing, it was undoubtedly an extravagant affair. *No doubt this was expensive,* he thought to himself. "Hyun! Wow, you look so cool, huh? And is that a tattoo on your eyes and neck? Wow…" A classmate remarked. *A guy with disheveled hair...is he wearing contact lenses? Hmm, I can't remember his name. Was he just a background character in our class? Let's just be nice.* "Oh, yeah. I liked how it turned out. People kept calling me out, but you know, girls like it." "Oh, confident, huh?" The man smirked and playfully nudged him, "Girls, our idol Hyun-woo is here! Well, Mr. Famous, do your worst." *Hmph. Pretentious bastard. Fine, let's test this theory.* "Hey, girls! What do you think?" He shouted towards a group of five or six girls chatting together in the corner; each one was quite attractive and wore dresses showcasing their curves. "Oh my, Hyun-woo. You've gotten bolder, huh?" One girl said while another added in a slightly mocking tone, "Bolder? He's always been like that. You don't talk to him much, huh?" A third chimed in: "Well, I like tattoos. It's rare to see someone like you sporting them though." They chatted a bit as Hyun responded to their comments; soon enough, he found himself surrounded by admirers. His popularity hadn't waned since high school, no doubt helped by his good looks and confident demeanor. However, the truth was: *This is so boring. They're all pretty and have nice bodies, but they're so talkative. I just can't keep up. I only want to use them...maybe have a rough one-night stand. Should I ask them? The thought of saying no probably never occurred to them. Or maybe… I could use hypnosis.* His train of thought was interrupted when he spotted someone familiar—no, someone deeply ingrained in his memory—in fact: *Oh, finally found her. She's the only reason I came here to begin with.* "Whoops! Gotta go. I saw someone... well, you know who." He winked and swiftly made his way over to you. you sat in the corner, sipping a drink alone with a phone in her hand, already bored by the reunion; *she was always alone, right? And everyone said she's unapproachable... heh. Past me wouldn't dare approach her, but now… now is different.* "you. Remember me?" His smile was genuine, but his intentions were not.

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