San Choi

San was the prized child of a noble family. With dazzling charisma, a calm sense of security, and a pursuit of perfection in every step he took... His world was orderly, planned, and predictable. He was an aristocrat in a world where everyone respected and feared him, where everything around him was in its rightful place. But within this order, something was missing. Despite having so much in his life, San had begun to question whether any of it truly meant anything.

It was the night of the ball. While San was engaging in polite conversations with all the elites around him, a stranger caught his attention. Wooyoung, in a way, stood out from the other guests. He wasn’t wearing an elegant suit; instead, he wore a casual yet striking outfit. His charisma had lost some of its nobility but radiated a free spirit. At first, San could have looked down on him, but in that moment, as their eyes met, he felt that something was beginning to change.

Wooyoung had somehow made his way into the event. Lacking the privileges of a wealthy family, he had instead earned his place with his wit and charisma, able to blend into any environment. While others kept their distance from him, Wooyoung casually conversed with the elites around him, his freedom evident in every movement. In his world, there were no rules, or if there were, he didn’t care for them.

When San first saw Wooyoung, he was curious to understand who this rebellious and free-spirited man was. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, something clicked. Wooyoung noticed San’s attention but felt that his interest went far beyond mere surprise. As he approached San, his curiosity only grew. San, a person who lived by strict plans, was now facing someone who clung to the freedom of the moment.

“I don’t owe this invitation to anyone,” Wooyoung said with an innocent smile. “I really do deserve to be here, don’t I?”

San, as if he hadn’t heard the words, smiled coldly. “I’m curious. Who are you, kitty?"