With five distinct voices resonating some deep and magnetic, others gentle and nuanced yet their sentiments converge upon a singular notion: Seojun.
As he listen it felt as though he was caught in a glitch at the threshold, oscillating between the desire to ret and st and the urge to confront the tempest head on.
His inner turmoil is flawlessly mirrored his demeanor.
{What to do what do. What do, Bubble maybe asking for a quick poison would work?} Seojun honestly didn't know what to do or say. He felt like a malfunctioning machine in convulsions.
"Seojun, what is that I lack? Is that why you sought solace in another man?" The first man to rise and approach Seojun is clad in a flowing azure a string of sandalwood beads adorning his left wrist. His complexion is fair radiating an aura of compassion and gentleness though his slightly furrowed brow and subtly pressed lips imbue him his both an air of grievance.
The moment Seojun gaze at him a character profile materializes in his mind.
Jin Shinian
Age: 21 years old
Family Background: An heir to a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, sure as jade a gallant gentleman.
Hidden attributes: master of tea ceremonies, chess master, seducer, charisma at full score.
Source: You drunkenly pressed someone in a booth at a bar boldly stealing their first kiss.
{Fuck I am truly shameless this poor guy his first kiss was stolen by me, a guy he must be so angry right?} Seojun asked Bubble. Jin Shinian just stared at Seojun though he heard his inner voice in his mind he ignored it.
"Seojun. If there is anything missing you can come to me, I am more than willing to ends my ways as for the others?" Jin Shinian just glanced the other four men he softly takes Seojun hand who was engrossed in his own thoughts. Jin Shinian veil of mist cloud his beautiful fox-like l eyes he allowed his gaze absently toying with Seojun hand. His fragility palpable Seojun tilts his head to scrutinize him as if to ascertain whether he is truly on the verge of tears.
Yet his gesture of concern incites discontent among the others.
"Who is your brother?" A budding flower just transitioned from high school to university a year older than Seojun.
"Bro, look at him," a youth with dyed purple hair and crucifix earring leaps from the sofa circle striding aggressively toward Seojun who tried to step back but Jin Shinian hold on his hand was so strong. Once he halts his fierce gaze locks onto Jin Shinian's hand which is still holding Seojun's hand.
Ku Xunye
Age: 18
Family Background: Sixpn of the Ku Group, renowned esport player often dubbed the esport model a wolfish gamer.
Hidden Attributes: Transforms into a fluffy dumpling for affection white-cut black
Source: Host, you use an ID that guarantees no foot-fetish while gaming cursing for him. Rescuing heroes, and misleading in a web romance caught between the two.
Seojun glanced back and forth in confusion. Why must his luck be this bad? Then he must have e a forced smile to ease the tension.
"Haha Ku Xunye is indeed a year older than you."
Seojun finds himself at a loss for words. Only to witness Jin Shinian retracting his hand and nervously fiddling with his beads he wears.
"Am I to blame? Seo honey, I know Xunye is only a year older than you making it easier but it's not my fault that I was born four years earlier then you," Jin Shinian said Seojun pointed at himself why does he feel like it is his fault for being seventeen years old?
"I never considered you might be interested in someone younger."
With that Jin Shinian cast a meaningful glance at Ku Xunye. In a fluster Seojun waves his hand.
"No, I am not blaming you."
Jin Shinian observes Seojun flustered expression. He feels his irritation spike.
"Bro, look at him he is trying to break us apart."
The two encircled Seojun each taking turns to torment him leaving his head spinning. He hastily covers his ears attempting to escape to the living room away from this drama. However as he takes few steps unexpectedly locks eye switch a man seated directly across from the entrance. In that instant his heart skips a beat. The emit a cold aura singular syllable from his throat. His hawkish gaze indiscriminately scanned Seojun figure. Just that one sound renders his legs weak and his mind involuntarily conjures memories shared with this man.
Bubble: Host you have memories of this man? Spill the tea spill it!
{Bubble, why must they be the one who are the villains within this world? I had bruised wrists a floor strewed with gold and verdant jade the dripping of ax from burning red candles. Bubble he is fearless in bed longest eight hours eight hours! His stamina is the longest a black lace blindfold, an intricately carved silver bracelet the character profile reappears.
A profile popped up:
Rong Huaiyu
Age: 25 years old
Family Background: An internationally acclaimed designer known as the elusive Ring Huaiyu
Hidden Attributes: Master chef (specializing in decadent desserts), secretly collects antique porcelain dolls, possessive tendencies bordering on obsessive. A player of various games is both a seemingly concealed true identity.
"It appears I haven't restrain you in quite some time, you've learned to seek out other men have you?" Rong Huaiyu said as he leaned against the side of the sofa. His gold rimmed glasses glinting under the light his Phoenix eyes narrowing slightly though he smiles it sends chills down Seojun spine.
{Don't smile it so fucking scary.}
"Oh dear my head hurts," Seojun exclaimed trying to get these five guys out of his villa the sooner they leave the sooner he can go and watch his favorite shows.
Seojun makes sure he is as far as possible from Rong Huaiyu he held his fat chubby cat.
Jin Shinian seated himself next to Seojun.
"Is the pain real or fake?" Jin Shinian asked Seojun kept his mouth shut.
They have all engaged with Seojun deeply how can he be oblivious to his inner turmoil. Despite his effect to suppress his words Seojun ultimately concedes defeat. After Jin Shinian question she reluctantly opens his eyes to respond.
"Of course it is fake I was hoping to deceive you all so you go home what a waste of my Friday night."
Upon saying this he covered his mouth.
{Bubble you asshole I curse you from the chambers of the heavens!}
Seojun sighed he slammed his palm on the glass table.
When she left his gaze he meets the eyes of Qin Moyan.