CH 1

"Do you know his father?"

"No, but I heard he owns the biggest tech company in the country."

"No, I heard he's the grandson of Kang Dae, the most famous man here."

"Nobody knows, but we all know how lucky he is."

He walks down the hallway, listening to the whispers around him. Everyone talks about his background, his talents. But no one ever mentions how hard he works—how many hours he spends sweating in the training room while everyone else enjoys their time, how much effort he put in to earn the fame he has now. Because, simply put, nobody knows… It's easier for them to look at him with envious eyes and spread their poisonous words.

Jisung couldn't care less.

But maybe there is that one word ,that can set him off...

"Golden boy."

His feet stopped when those words reached his ears. His face turned red with anger, his veins popping out. He turned around, unable to control his rage, and walked towards him calmly. He stared into his eyes, malice clear in his own. Anyone who saw him would wonder how a face as youthful as his could suddenly become so terrifying.

"Say it again," he whispered into his face, his tone making the other shiver.

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A few hours earlier

"My favorite boy," the older man said with a sarcastic smile as he welcomed his son, his voice dripping with insincerity.

His phone dropped to the floor as he stood up quickly.

"Have you no shame, even with your uncle?" he asked, his voice filled with impatience.

"But he..." Jisung began before his father interrupted him angrily.

"Straighten up!" his father barked, his tone sharp.

Jisung lifted his feet and kept his arms close to his body, lowering his gaze.

"Shut your mouth and don't even think about answering back," his father snapped as he raised his hand.

Jisung flinched and closed his eyes in fear. Then, he slowly opened them, grinding his teeth when he felt a gentle touch on his cheek.

"You've grown up. I can't punish you this way," the other said mockingly.

He couldn't leave marks on his son's body; it would hurt his image as the perfect father.

He ran his fingers through his hair, gripped it, and yanked it sharply, making Jisung gasp in pain.

"You little whore!" he spat at him, saliva landing on Jisung's skin.

"Come in," the sound of a knock on the door interrupted him as he stuffed his hand into his pants pocket.

He quickly composed himself, noticing the strange look from the employee who was staring at his son.

He spread his arm, adjusting his hand to fix his hair.

Jisung's body shuddered as his father's hand brushed through his hair, just like usual.

The other smiled insincerely and patted his head.

"You need to eat well, don't be spoiled," his father murmured and placed a wet kiss on his cheek, a kiss that lingered, sending a shiver down Jisung's slender body.

Jisung nodded and hid his expression with a forced smile.

He rushed out, cursing under his breath as he wiped his face with his shirt sleeve. "Disgusting."

Kisses were his body's worst enemy—he tensed and recoiled from them.

He flinched as a hand landed on his shoulder, followed by a deep voice, "Hani, I've been waiting for you."

He turned to find his dance instructor and close friend, Felix.

"Felix," he responded in a hushed tone.

Felix pulled him toward the dance studio.

Hani entered the room with frustration, throwing his bag on the floor.

He took a deep breath, readying himself, then began the dance routine to his new song as Felix pressed the play button on the music player.

Jisung threw himself onto the floor, panting in exhaustion, sweat dripping down his skin.

Felix squatted next to him, wiping the sweat off his face with a gentle touch.

"Want to grab a meal with me?" Felix asked.

"No," Jisung replied, quickly sitting up, then added, "I'm going out to find a man."

Felix sighed in annoyance, throwing his head back dramatically, stretching the words as he spoke, "Take it easy on your body. You were with someone just a few days ago."

"I'm angry, Lex... Really angry," muttered, sighing, then rubbing his face with both hands.

"Your father?" Felix asked, curious.

Hani ( Jisung) stood up without paying attention to his friend's worried gaze, grabbed his bag, and spoke without a second glance, "I'll see you tomorrow."

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Later...

"Won't you..."

"It doesn't matter," Jisung interrupted.

He stood up, moving closer, stripping off his clothes, revealing his tanned skin and slim waist.

He sat on his lap, whispering, "It's just one night, so fuck me properly."

He pressed his finger against the man's lips, warning, "And..."

"No kissing."

Moans of pleasure echoed between cheap words of flirtation and shameful insults, accompanied by crude touches.

Hani threw his weight down after the pleasure coursed through him.

He stood up, his bare body tense as he muttered to the other, "Leave."

Turning the faucet with a clenched fist, he washed his defiled body with cold water.

Tears escaped, unable to hold on any longer as he whispered to himself, "Whore."

No one was there to clear his heart of the bitterness.