Hwan stands at the middle of the room, suitcase packed and ready to leave for Seoul. The room is filled with a sense of urgency and tension. Hwan takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts.
(Gritting his teeth)
I can't believe this... how could she deceive me like this? she was my manager, someone i trusted.
he cluches his fists, anger and frustration coursing through his veins.
the weight of the situation starts to sink in, and he realises the chaos that will ensure once the news breaks.
" The public relation manager will be blowing up my phone any moment now. the fans... they'll going crazy. They will have a million questions and my members... they will be there too how am i supposed to face them like this?"
Hwan glances at his phone, lying on the coffee table, with a resolute decision, he switches it off shutting out the inevitable storm that awaits him.
(Frustrated)
"This was supposed to be my break, my time to relax and now it ends like this... with betrayal and chaos."
His frustrations peeks, and he grabs a nearby glass, hurling it on the floor with a loud crash, shards of glass scatter across the room, mirroring the shattered trust within him.
"That.. daughter of a bitch...how could she do this? i have trusted her she was supposed to be my manager, my support and all this time, that bitch was a saesang!"
He paces back and forth, his mind Racing with mix of emotions. The thought of his manager, someone he had relied on, turning out to be a saesang fan is beyond comprehension for him.
"I will make sure she will pay for this! no one messes with me or my carrier."
(Disgusted)
"I don't even want to think about what she had done. invading my privacy, betraying my trust... she will pay for everything".
He glances the broken glasses on the floor, a symbolic reminder of the obstacles he faces, Hwan walks over to his suitcase and begins packing his belongings with renewed determination, pushing the anger aside for now.
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Hwan zips up his suitcase and looks around the room, ready to leave for Seoul. His face is set with a determined expression, prepared to face whatever challenges lie ahead.
***
Hwan stands near the doorway of his bedroom, his suitcase by his side, Edward stands nearby with a somber expression.
Edward had mix emotions in his eyes,"Master Hwan, i can't believe you are leaving, it won't be the same without you here".
Hwan looked at him sincerely,"Edward you've been with me for so long, i will miss you but i have to face what's ahead.
Edward steps closer, his eyes welling up with tears, Hwan embraces him tightly.
"Thank you for everything Edward take care of yourself while i'am away".
They share a heartfelt moment before Hwan releases his grip and step back.
"I will see you again, until than take care of shumayela just like you did to me and take care of yourself too old man".
Edward nods, trying to hold back his emotions, Hwan gives him a reassuring smile and then heads towards Shumayela's room.
Hwan arrives at Shumayela's room, finding her seated on the edge of the bed, her expressions troubled.
Shumayela: (smiling) "So you are leaving now Hwan?"
Hwan: "Unfortunately yes, but before I go i wanted to meet you".
Shumayela: "I'am glad you come, i also want to say thank you for everything.
Hwan: ( nervously) Shumayela...umm.. actually i want to tell you something before i leave."
Shumayela: (Curiously) "Yes, what is it? i'am all ears."
Hwan: (Nervously) "It's a request actually. when you get healed please don't tell anyone that we ever met."
Shumayela: (Calmly)" Hwan i understand your concern, but you don't have to worry. i'am not a saesang. I won't go around spreading rumours or causing trouble."
Hwan:(Relieved) "I know you are not, but I just have some trust issues, i hope you understand", he shrug his shoulders.
"Well good bye until we met again", he wave his hands.
Hwan leaves Shumayela's room with his bright eye smile, carrying his luggage as he heads off to Seoul, Shumayela watches him go, her heart was pounding.
***
Hwan stood at the window of their apartment, his gaze fixed on the bustling street of Seoul below. He had been away for a while, dealing with the aftermath of his manager's betrayal, and now he was finally back home, the starting month had been tough, but he was determined to put it behind him and focus on the future.
Dressed in a simple black leather jacket over a white t-shirt Hwan exuded a quiet confidence. his dark hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, adding to his mysterious charm. He had lean a athletic build, a testament to the rigorous dance practices he had endure with his bandmates.
Asher, Hwan's bandmate and the main vocalist, sat on the couch nearby, tapping his foot, he wore a oversized grey sweater paired with well- fitted jeans. Asher had a striking appearance, with his wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes he had a mischievous smile that could make his fans hearts skip a beat.
Aiden the maknae of the group, fidgeted with his phone, eagerly anticipating the arrival of Ray, Aiden was the youngest member, but he had the maturity that belied his age.
He wore a casual yet trendy outfit, consisting of ripped jeans and a graphic t-shirt, his dark brown hair was styled effortlessly, and his warm smile was infectious.
As they waited, the anticipation in the apartment grew palpable, Ray Hwan's best friend and the face of the band, was due to arrive at any minute.
Ray had just returned from Paris, where he attended a fashion show as the official brand ambassador of the Keline. He was known for his impeccable sense of style and charisma.
Finally the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside the apartment. The door swung open, revealing Ray's tall figure, to everyone surprise, he dressed in an oversized, chunky knit sweater that engulfed his frame. The sweater, a rich earthy tone, seemed to cocoon him in a cozy embrace.
Gone were his usual sleek suits and fashion- forward ensembles, instead, Ray had opted for comfort and relaxation. He paired his oversized sweater with loose-fitting, laded jeans that hung effortlessly on his hips. The denim had a well-worn look, a testament to Ray's love for comfort and lived for fashion.
His dark hair fell casually over his forehead, tousled as if he had just rolled out of his bed. The absence of his usual meticulous styling added to the overall relax vibe he exuded.
His dark brown eyes gleamed with a sense of contentment, reflecting the ease with which he had embraced this comfy fashion- change.
As Ray stepped into the apartment, his slouchy silhouette seemed to invite everyone to unwind and feel at home, a warm genuine smile played on his lips, radiating a sense of approachability and freindship.
The transformation in Ray's fashion sense showcased a different side of him, emphasizing his desire for comfort and a laid back lifestyle.
His bandmates greeted him with laughter and teasing, playfully commenting on his new found love for oversized clothes.
Ray's choice of attire, though different from his usual fashion-forward style, revealed a genuine and down-to-earth side to his personality, reminding everyone that sometimes all you need is cozy sweater and a comfortable pair of jeans to feel at ease in your skin.