Biklat

The biting Seoul wind whipped around Kim Junmyeon as he hurried between his three jobs.  At 6 AM, he was a barista, the smell of burnt coffee a familiar alarm clock. By noon, he was a delivery boy, his bicycle a lifeline weaving through the city's chaotic streets.  Evenings found him washing dishes in a bustling bar, the clinking glasses a soundtrack to his exhaustion.  Each task was a desperate attempt to pay off his father's crippling debts and his mother's mounting hospital bills.
 
His mother's illness was a constant weight, a shadow clinging to his every moment.  He'd promised her he'd get her the best treatment, a promise that felt increasingly impossible to keep.  The bar, "The Crimson Moon," was his newest source of income, a last-ditch effort to stave off financial ruin.  It was there, amidst the smoky haze and clinking glasses, that he first saw him.
 
He was a force of nature, radiating an aura of power and danger.  His name, he later learned, was Park Chanyeol.  Chanyeol was everything Junmyeon wasn't: wealthy, powerful, and undeniably captivating.  Their first encounter was brief, a fleeting glance across a crowded room, yet it left Junmyeon breathless.  He didn't know then that Chanyeol was a Mafia boss, a fact that would soon become brutally clear.
 
Chanyeol's interest in Junmyeon was immediate, bordering on obsession.  He pursued him relentlessly, his offers of wealth and protection veiled threats.  Junmyeon, however, remained steadfast in his refusal.  He was fiercely independent, his pride a shield against Chanyeol's overwhelming presence.  He wouldn't be bought, not even by a man as alluring and dangerous as Chanyeol.
 
Then came the crisis.  His mother's condition worsened, the hospital bills escalating into an insurmountable mountain.  Desperation clawed at him, pushing him to the brink.  He remembered Chanyeol's business card, a stark reminder of the impossible choice before him.

With trembling hands, Junmyeon dialed the number.  He met Chanyeol at his opulent home, a stark contrast to Junmyeon's cramped apartment.  The air crackled with tension, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic tick of a grandfather clock.
 
Chanyeol's offer was blunt, devoid of sentimentality: a deal in exchange for Junmyeon's financial woes.  Sex, without emotional attachment.  A purely transactional arrangement.  It was a degrading proposition, yet Junmyeon found himself accepting.  His mother's life hung in the balance, and he would do anything to save her.
 
The deal was struck, a pact sealed in the shadows of Chanyeol's lavish mansion.  Their first encounter was raw, devoid of tenderness.  Yet, amidst the stark reality of their arrangement, a flicker of something else ignited.  A spark of connection, a silent acknowledgment of their shared vulnerability.
 
This is where their story begins.  Will their arrangement blossom into something more profound, defying the boundaries they've set?  Or will their paths ultimately diverge, leaving them strangers once more?  The answer lies in the chapters yet to come.
 
This is just a beginning.  You can develop their relationship, explore their individual struggles, and build the suspense around their forbidden love.  Remember to focus on character development, exploring their inner conflicts and motivations.  The contrast between Junmyeon's humble background and Chanyeol's powerful world offers rich potential for dramatic tension and emotional depth.

Table of Crimson Moonlight

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Volume 1