Chapter Four.

Lee Seunghee sat on the car with a pale purple face, as if something scared him. For him, what he did to Hong Hanseok in the toilet earlier was a scary, extremely scary thing.

       Wen Sunhwi looked at his friend's image in the rearview mirror, really panicking. He left Seunghee in the dining room and left for a long time, when he returned, his face was white. Now sit and bite your nails,blood gushed from the finger that was clenched by the teeth.     

 "Hey Seunghee, stop biting your nails, Dirty die!"

       Being reminded by Sunhwi, he noticed and let go of the finger. Exhale a long sigh. As a good friend, how could Sunhwi ignore his friend, he asked: "What happened to you? are like a person in the clouds!"

       Hearing Sunhwi's question, he shivered, shaking his head, not daring to answer honestly.

       Kissing was a very normal thing for him, But kissing with a boy is the first time. thinking, he still couldn't think of a clear explanation. Evade and go back to talk to Sunhwi.

"Party tonight, how do you think?"

       Wen Sunhwi shrugged and replied: "Let's go, my old man forced me to go. And I missed a date with Hoonie."

       "Oh, that sounds sad!"

       "Your mouth says it's sad, but your face responds like it's a good thing. If you don't comfort me, stop it." Sunhwi reproached.

       He seemed to remember something interesting, Sunhwi raised his voice excitedly: "Do you know who the true grandson of the Hong family is?"

       He frowned and asked, "Isn't that Hong Daejoo or?"

       Sunhwi shook her head: "No no, a boring guy like him is not. It's Hong Hanseok, this person new is right."

       The name that Wen Sunhwi said made him feel hit the black heart, the pictures of the kiss with Hanseok. Or his smile and words before leaving reappeared.

"If we want, we can continue at another time. There is still a lot of time, Lee Seunghee."

       He had to go with his mother to the Hong family tonight, and Hanseok's call earlier said he would also be at the party. "our meet next" isn't just a few hours what up?

       But if he continued, he still wanted to try the "sweet taste" from Hanseok again.     

       "Hey hey, Lee Seunghee!."

       Fortunately, Sunhwi's voice pulled him out of his terrifying thoughts. He ruffled his red hair, hesitantly answering.

       "Why did suddenly turn into Hong Hanseok, never heard of him having an affair with the Hong family?

       Wen Sunhwi smirked and replied, "Hong Chaemin's eldest son Hong Hanjung has never cared about the family, but this project was successful thanks to Hong Hanjung. This party is to celebrate the project. , at the same time, Hong Chaemin wants to introduce the talented grandson that he forgot before and contemptuous.

       "Forgetting someone like Hanseok, it's laughable." He sneered.

       A story worth telling, but the character in the story was someone he didn't want to remember until now. It reminded him of unpleasant memories. An idea suddenly flashed in Lee Seunghee's head, making him shiver "Maybe I like boys..".

       The car stopped, Sunhwi turned around before he could say anything, but Seunghee grabbed his chin and stared with eyes that could shoot bullets. He would kiss Sunhwi like he kissed Hanseok, but he couldn't just think he was sick. Lee Seunghee got out of the car with a listless face, ignoring his friend's harsh scolding.

       "I'm not sure I don't like guys, I'm sick of seeing Sunhwi's face." Seunghee ruffled his hair and still got no answer.

       Hong Hanseok wears a classic shirt made of dark blue silk fabric, black skinny jeans. Close each front flap, add a black and white striped tie. Looking at herself in the mirror, she unconsciously brought her hand to her lips. Smiling mouth.

       "knock.. Knock.... knock..." someone knocked on the door, he turned around to recognize his cousin.

     "Damn it now, what are you doing sitting in there?"

       His eyes narrowed into a crescent moon, the corners of his lips curved. Hanseok smiled and replied, "You know slowly, so pushy."

       Looking at Hanseok's bright face, made Hong Daejoo uncomfortable. "Fake white face name."

The melodious piano sound was full of comfort, but the curious eyes staring at Hanseok made Hanseok somewhat frustrated. He asked the waiter to bring him a glass of Whiskey instead of a glass of Champagne, the spicy, woody aroma of the Whiskey made him somewhat avoid the annoying stares.

         The old man's hoarse voice rang out, his expression gentle but without losing the seriousness of a family head.

         "Thanks for coming to the party today, let's toast to the hugely successful project undertaken by my eldest son."

          Applause rang out and the words of congratulations were really good. Hong Hanseok stood beside the table sipping a glass of rich wine, the corner of his lips lifted again when he looked at the faces of the father and son of the Daejoo family. The expression is very interesting, like an animal being robbed of its delicious prey.

          "By convenient the way, I want to introduce to you everyone my great grandson, who has always been studying hard. After all, he just wants to get better to help his family. Hanseok, come here!"

          The feeling of excitement arose in Hanseok when the grandfather who had forgotten to have a grandson named Hong Hanseok was now full of praise, but also opened a banquet to invite everyone in the world. The lights set up were also only used to shine on Hanseok when his name was mentioned, the eyes were once again directed at him, whispering and whispering loudly.

           Raising a glass of wine in his hand, he hung a beautiful smile on his lips. In the words of a charming bass man, catch the listener's ears with beautiful words: "Thank you for coming, when everyone have a good evening."

          Reaching her hand in front of a nearby lady, her cheeks flushing red at Hanseok's mesmerizing gaze, she placed her hand on his. He kissed her well-groomed hand, hidden behind the thin, aristocratic gloves, and said, "and especially wish these beautiful ladies a perfect evening."

         The grandson's actions made Hong Chaemin very satisfied, the banquet continued. Hanseok left to a hidden place, too much smell of cosmetics and perfume mixed in, causing him a little headache and nausea. Wipe your hands clean with a wet towel prepared during meals or parties. Taking a sip of spicy wine to his throat, he exhaled wearily.

         A stream of heat was blown into his ear causing him to turn around, his fists clenched tightly by the other's. The person in front of him was the son of a rich tycoon, named Jang DeungKwa. He grinned mockingly, raising his voice: "Why is it so easy to get angry, I just want to say hello to the old man Hong."

        The hairs on his arms stood up at the words, chills running down his spine. The feeling of being near Jang DeungKwa's name made him nauseous. The kind of mixture of perfume on his body, straight into his nose and spread to his brain, making him dizzy. Pulling his hand away from Deungkwa's grip, Hanseok regretted the effort of cleaning up until now, leaving it dirty in an instant.

        Because he didn't want to argue, he smiled and greeted again: "Thank you very much for Mr. Jang's enthusiasm, he skipped the meal just to greet me. Come on, I'll take you back to the table."

        He held out his hand to invite him to marry him, but he again took his hand and drew him closer. He leaned close to his ear and whispered meaningful words: "No, no, I just want to have a meal with you."

        Jang Deungkwa bit Hanseok's ear lightly, reaching out to rub his small waist. The lump in his throat when someone like Jang Deungkwa touched him, like a volcano about to erupt.