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The first time he saw him, it wasn’t in an intimate moment, not in a quiet space where hearts had time to recognize each other. It was under the glare of spotlights, surrounded by luxury and indulgence.
Paris. September. Finale show at Fashion Week.
The venue was breathtaking. A historic palace transformed into an ethereal dream of chandeliers, gold leaf decor, and the finest silhouettes drifting down the runway. Models moved like ghosts in silk, the fabric whispering secrets only the rich and powerful could afford to hear.
And then, the finale model appeared.
Closing the show, wearing a razor-sharp, all-black Saint Laurent ensemble. A sheer silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease, tailored pants hugging long legs, a slim belt cinching his waist, the gleam of silver rings catching the light. With every step, he commanded the room, exuding a kind of devastatingly effortless seduction. He didn’t just walk. He devoured the runway with every slow, measured stride.
Seated in the front row, Kanghyuk watched with unreadable eyes. He had seen it all before. Beauty, allure, the perfection of the industry’s elite. Men and women who knew exactly how to wield their looks like weapons, who spent years perfecting the art of being seen.
But this one. This one wasn’t just beautiful.
He moved like he had nothing to prove, like he already knew he owned the space. There was something in the way his gaze never flickered, the way his lips curved just so, as if he was in on a joke no one else had caught yet. It wasn’t just confidence. It was the kind of audacity that made people stop and look.
Kanghyuk had seen confidence before. Had seen beauty turned into a weapon, had sat in the front row while a hundred pretty faces tried to be unforgettable. But this one wasn’t trying. He simply was.
And Kanghyuk, for the first time in a long time, found himself caught in the pull.
After the show, the afterparty glittered with excess. Champagne flowed, laughter rang out and the elite drifted between velvet ropes and whispered deals.
Kanghyuk, as always, was composed. Dressed in a deep charcoal tailored suit, black turtleneck underneath, sleek but unassuming. He was never one for theatrics but there was something about a man who knew exactly how to wear power without flaunting it.
Then there was him. No longer in Saint Laurent, now in something looser, softer. A deep-cut silk shirt half undone, sleeves rolled up, black slacks that draped just right, his collarbone peeking through the undone buttons. Effortless, as if he had barely tried and yet, somehow, the most alluring man in the room.
Kanghyuk was supposed to leave. He told himself that. He didn’t stay at afterparties unless obligated and tonight, there was no reason to linger. And yet, he was still here
It wasn’t just curiosity. Not really. It was something quieter, something deeper, something he refused to name. A restlessness curling under his skin, an unfamiliar heat he wasn’t sure he wanted to acknowledge.
His grip tightened around the champagne flute, the cool glass doing nothing to steady him. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t the type to be drawn in so easily, to let a stranger command his attention without effort.
And yet —
“Hi, Sunbaenim~”
The voice came too close, silk and amusement woven into a single word.
Kanghyuk barely had time to react before the model was suddenly beside him, offering a perfect 90-degree bow while tipping his champagne glass in acknowledgment. The faintest trace of amusement curling at the edges of his lips. “It’s an honor to finally meet you in person, sunbaenim.”
Kanghyuk arched his brow, turning to face him fully. "You know who I am?"
It wasn’t really a question. Of course he did.
The model chuckled, taking a slow sip of his drink. "You’re South Korea’s most celebrated actor. Even if I wanted to avoid knowing you, it’d be impossible."
Kanghyuk hummed, amused but unreadable. "And yet, you’re the one introducing yourself to me."
The younger guy tilted his head, as if considering something. Then, with a confidence that should have been arrogant but somehow wasn’t, he leaned in just slightly, letting the soft hum of music and distant chatter fold around them. "I figured I should say hello before you spend the rest of the night watching me from across the room."
Kanghyuk swirled the champagne in his glass, watching the golden liquid catch the light. An idle motion but the tension in his fingers betrayed him. Cocky little thing.
"I’m Jaewon. Yang Jaewon" he murmured, finally offering his name.
Kanghyuk exhaled through his nose, finally allowing the smallest of smiles to ghost across his lips.
They stood there, too close and yet neither moved away.
A flicker of something passed between them. The soft trace of expensive perfume. Jaewon smelled like Diptyque Orphéon. Powdery violets kissed by juniper berries, with a whisper of warm tonka lingering at the edges. Sweet, but not innocent. The kind of scent that stayed on a lover’s skin, tangled in fabric, refusing to be forgotten. Kanghyuk, in contrast, carried Tom Ford Oud Wood. Smoky, rich, darkly sensual. The kind of cologne that left an imprint, refusing to fade. Neither of them acknowledged it. But they both noticed.
Maybe they would remember this moment one day. But tonight, Jaewon was just a stranger in a silk masterpiece and Kanghyuk was just a man in the shadows, already caught in his orbit.
And maybe. Just maybe. This was the start of everything.