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Chanyeol Car

Away From My Mr Wrong: Finding Love in Unexpected Ways

"HELLO, lady." The man behind the wheel greeted her as he wound down the window.  "Hop in."  Without hesitation, she opened the door of the passenger's seat and got in. Inside his car was warm. The seats were leather and quite comfortable. She didn't think Maguire's nephew could own such a car. Then, she glanced at the man. He was dressed formally in a gray suit and honestly, he didn't look like the nephew figure. But what did she know? Mr Maguire could have a nephew who was even as old as him. This man was also quite handsome. Didn't look like Mr Maguire one bit. "Did Mr Maguire send you?" She asked and he rested his hands on the wheel.  "Pretty, is that the secret code you girls use these days?" The charming man asked with a smirk. "I almost thought I wouldn't find you or anyone in this weather but I guess it's just my luck." He eyed Charlotte with an interest as he adjusted his necktie. The lady asking if he was some unknown man's cousin as a secret code sounded ridiculous but he wasn't going to be picky. He searched the area and ended up here. This was the only girl he found on the streets so he would make do with this. "Well, if you've been searching for me then I can assume you're indeed his cousin." Charlotte replied. "I can't think of another reason why a sane man would come out on such a stormy and late night."  Then, she got a whiff of alcohol coming from him. "Wait, did you drink? Is this safe?"She asked but sighed and shook her head. "You know what, never mind. As long as I get home, I won't complain. The worst that could happen is you spinning off the road and leading us both to our deaths, and lucky for you, I'm not afraid of dying in a stranger'ss car, so shall we?" This man stared at Charlotte with an amused grin and said, "You've got one glib tongue. I like it." He said and she gave out a fake laugh. "Haha, that's nice." Her laugh fell and she looked at him seriously. "Please, drive." "Alright, you're the boss." He turned on the engine. "I'm Wesley, by the way. What's yours? If you tell me, I could give you a tip." "Good sense of humor, haha! It's funny." Charlotte said, but she wasn't laughing. She crossed her arms over her breasts, feeling uncomfortable. She entered the rain just to get in his car and so her body was a little wet. Her white shirt had practically become a see-through attire, and her bra was on display.  "You have one appealing look, Miss. Are you sure you're not going to tell me your name? I'm in a good mood so I'll definitely give you a huge tip." Charlotte closed her eyes. Was he such a joker? Did he want her to play along by all means?  Well, she'd just say anything just to get him to shut up.  "You can't afford it." She said.  "Oh yeah? That's such a brave thing to say to someone driving such a car. Is your name more expensive than this?" 'What does this have to do with his car? I just want him to keep quiet already.' Charlotte thought, feeling irritated. "I don't want to waste my breath calling the amount cause you won't be able to pay for it." "My oh my, if your name is so expensive, I wonder how much your service costs. It must be quite a lot, seeing you were the only one standing under the rain, patiently waiting." 'What is he saying now? It's like some old pickup line you'd see in a magazine. Is he really trying to hit on me?' She stared at him. He looked like a casanova, grinning to himself as he drove through the dark. Fine. She would just call an amount she was sure he would never release and then he would shut up.  "You wanna know so badly? Fine. It's ten thousand. Now, stop asking."  As soon as she said that, the car came to a sudden halt which startled her.  "What? Are you crazy?" She asked. "Was it too much of a shock that you had to stop the car?"  "I can't exactly write while driving, can I?" He said and picked out what looked like a checkbook from inside his coat pocket.  He took a pen as well and filled it.  "What are you doing?" 
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Crimson Moonlight

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.
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