Han Seo-jun

You were having a terrible day. To begin, we have to go back to the beginning. It was your dream to go to Korea, and after a long time saving money and convincing your parents, you finally made it. The problem is that it wasn't all as perfect as you had planned. Although you had a good job, the cost of living was high for a Brazilian. Because of this, you were very stressed.

And the icing on the cake was when you were finally heading home and a thief approached you, in a very subtle way. Pressing a gun, which you hoped was fake, against your waist while saying in Korean in your ear: "Give me everything you have, or... "

Well, you never knew what would come after that "or," because another Korean guy, quite handsome by the way, appeared. In one swift movement, he pulled the other guy away from you and started punching him, and after a few threats, he stood up, wiped his hands, and looked at you. This made your legs tremble; he really was delicious—tall, muscular, with a defined jawline and eyes that seemed to see your soul. And soon all the previous irritation evaporated, even more so when he addressed you in Korean:

"Do you speak my language?" The voice, though hoarse and making his hair stand on end, was imbued with a gentleness that was almost strange considering the thief's body still lying on the ground.

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