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His penthouse was dark when Hyunwoo entered the huge room. It was almost midnight when he reached home after two weeks of a business trip, and he was exhausted. Going home to a dark, empty apartment just made everything worse. He had no one; it was lonely.
His divorce three years ago more or less had changed his life. For two years, he’d been used to someone waiting for him when he was home, even though most of the time, his wife (now was ex-wife), Yebin, had fallen asleep when he arrived. He didn’t love Yebin, but her presence was something that reminded him that he wasn’t alone. Having someone with him when he woke up made him feel less lonely.
But now, three years after they chose to separate, loneliness was the one greeting him every time he woke up, every time he unlocked the apartment door. Sometimes Hyunwoo would turn on the lights on so that when he went home, his penthouse wouldn’t be dark, as though there was someone inside.
Hyunwoo went to his room and dropped his well-built body onto the king-sized bed, sighing loudly. There were times when he would bring someone home for a one night stand—he would do anything to help him reduce the emptiness—but he had stopped. There were also several times when he looked for a sugar baby, and it worked better than having someone to fuck every night, but the last sugar baby he had chose to end their relationship because she had found someone she loved.
The 35-year-old man ran his fingers through his jet-black hair. Maybe he should find one again.
Taking his phone, Hyunwoo opened the site where he usually met his sugar baby. There were so many options, boys and girls. Hyunwoo didn’t mind whether his sugar baby would be a boy or a girl, though.
Hyunwoo didn’t know how long he had been searching until a profile caught his interest. It was a boy, quite young, but he looked cute. Hyunwoo didn’t know whether this boy was handsome or beautiful—maybe he was both. He didn’t add much information in his profile, only his name—“Lee Minhyuk,” Hyunwoo muttered, and he loved how the name rolled on his tongue—his age, and the university he was studying at.
Normally, Hyunwoo wouldn’t choose someone without enough information, but now, he felt like he wanted to meet this Lee Minhyuk boy. There was something in him that made Hyunwoo a bit curious. Hyunwoo wanted to know more about him. Thus he sent the boy a message, hoping he would accept the offer.
(And, he hoped Minhyuk wouldn’t mind cuddling because, honest to god, Hyunwoo’s main intention wasn’t someone to fuck, but a good companion; someone who was cuddly enough to hug while they talked about anything.)
It took a whole week before the reply from Minhyuk came. Hyunwoo had gone through a hellish day and the notification from Minhyuk was like recharging his energy. He quickly opened it and read it thoroughly, and a wave of relief hit him because he got a positive answer. They then arranged the meeting; Hyunwoo was the one deciding the place. It would be the next Thursday at a café near his office.
Hyunwoo couldn’t wait to see this cute guy. He just hoped that Lee Minhyuk would be just as the same as what he thought.
(Lee Minhyuk was better than what he thought. He was a ball of fluffiness. He looked super nervous and Hyunwoo swore he was so cute like that. A pink tint almost always decorated his smooth-looking cheeks, and Hyunwoo should hold himself from pulling the boy into a bear hug because he was that lovely.
Hyunwoo smiled. He had chosen the right person.)