Dream Lover 14
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Twenty-nine-year-old Hae-joo embarks on a trip to Paris, seeking a turning point in her life. On her first day, she kisses a man who's being chased, and the next day, he catches her crying on the street. After a series of twists and turns, they eat and drink together, growing closer. For some reason, they end up living together at the man's house. Then, her past is revealed: the man's name is Park Ji-min. They discover a connection that began ten years ago, and the two quickly grow closer, becoming lovers.
Here, in Paris. And now, in this mansion with you. I couldn't tell how the days were passing. The passage of time was so fleeting, yet I smiled at the thought that if it weren't for you, my trip wouldn't have been so perfect.
“How much time do I have left before I go to Korea?”
“Four days. Not much left.”
These days, Jimin takes care of my return trip. And as the day approaches, his anxiety, though he tries to hide it, seems to show on his face. Who would want to fool someone? I'm not entirely comfortable with it either. Perhaps, realistically, we might never meet. Jimin here, I in Korea. He, my lover, is the CEO of a company, and I'm an employee. That's all there is to it.
The reason why we, who had no connection whatsoever, were able to meet is because,Coincidence, that's itThe answer is probably yes. Ten years ago, I met you at school on a rainy day, and we became close. Ten years later, I met you on a trip to a foreign land and spent many nights with you. It was all luck. For an ordinary person like me, meeting you was an undeserved blessing.
"I have a favor to ask."
"A favor?" He suddenly whispered in a subdued tone, feeling a little unfamiliar. You, who always treated me with care, meticulously attentive to my feelings and reactions, were now asking me for a favor. I wanted to grant you anything.
“Be my fiancé.”
He was a legitimate corporate CEO. He told me he'd been invited to an annual event. It was a gathering of business leaders from around the world, and Jimin was one of them.
According to him, most people were accompanied by their fiancés or spouses, so he felt incredibly lonely until last year. He said he was glad I was here this year.
“If my face is revealed, won’t it only be difficult for you?”
"If that's the case, then there's nothing to worry about."
"It's an extremely secretive event, known only to those in the know," Jimin said. Even though I wasn't there yet, my heart began to pound. How many amazing people would show up? If they didn't like me when they first saw me, would that affect Jimin's business? Various thoughts, from positive to negative, crossed my mind. Park Jimin, perhaps aware of my distress or not, simply smiled.
“What dress should I wear, sister?”
It's funny to see you worrying leisurely.
The day of the event arrived. Having just gotten engaged two days prior, I, as always, left everything entirely to Jimin. He's in the clothing business.Not only will you have a discerning eye for dresses, but I've also decided to give you complete control over styling from head to toe. That's because I've never done it before.
Before heading to the appointed location, Jimin summoned a large crowd to my mansion. At first, I was taken aback by the sheer number of people, but soon calmed down when I realized they were the ones who would be dressing me up. About two hours had passed. I was so extravagant that I worried I might be an eyesore, and I had gone from dressing up to a complete transformation.
I stared into the mirror, my face a sight I'd never seen before. It felt strange. A pair of gorgeous earrings, almost touching my shoulders, caught my eye. A silver necklace filled the otherwise plain dress, revealing my shoulders and neckline. I couldn't tell what brand it was, but I knew instinctively that it wasn't cheap. But wait a minute...
Park Jimin is falling in love with me again.
The place I arrived at, holding Jimin's hand, had a charmingly classic interior. The atmosphere, preserved as a former French aristocratic residence and renovated for public use, made me feel like I was in a fairy tale. Even the man next to me was a fairy tale character.
“Don’t be nervous. Do you trust me?”