#ceoim

‘ i heard you did a little DISAPPEARING act out of town and didn’t tell anyone, ’ wooseok murmurs quietly while offering the older male a lopsided grin, though it wouldn’t do much since he had popped gwangmin’s office unannounced. wooseok’s sitting on the opposite chair of the other’s desk, slouched back all relaxed while mindlessly playing with the pens on his desk –– wooseok has no idea why he visited when he had heard from joon that gwangmin was back but ... there was a deep feeling of guilt that made him go see the ceo anyway, even if he was about to get thrown out anyway. maybe he missed gwangmin just a little. ‘ i’ve been calling your cell ever since the gala but your secretary’s told me that you ran away to africa to find yourself or somethin’, ’ wooseok huffs a soft laugh before glancing up at gwangmin with a shrug. ‘ i know i’m the last person you want to see right now and you should kick me out –– but i just ... i wanted to see if you were okay. ’ / ( @ceoim )

“Do you have any idea how heavy my wedding gown was supposed to be?” She asks as she occupies the long couch in his apartment with her unhealthy bag of food, with fries and burgers and a large soda. “Can you imagine it, boo? I could have married the man I didn't love. Worse, I would have walked down the aisle wearing a dress almost half of my weight!” She doesn't know why she started talking about her failed engagement, years ago, but that's just something she wasn't able to talk about with just anyone but Gwangmin wasn't just anyone. He's the closest and longest friend she has ever had. “But sometimes I think it would be nice to be with someone instead of withering away in loneliness.”

Answered here!!

nebula ㅡ If you could undo one thing in your life, what would it be? ㅡ  answered here

       deny a relationship/friendship? he didn't need to think much about that one — absolutely. he had many pursuers that had an eye on him, rejecting people was a everyday event. plus, most of the ones he rejected requested friendship, which he also denied.

“you know, mister ceo im gwangmin.” said eunjae, with the appearance of messy hair and dressed only in the other male’s shirt that fit him slight oversize, hem of it barely covering his thighs as his legs dangle over the couch’s armrest. lips jutting out in a small pout, his eyes scanned over the articles that were displayed on the screen of his phone by slides of his fingers on the device. “so it seems that daddy joo’s stocks have gone up more and more these days.” he stated, tilting his head to where gwangmin was just so he could throw his look of dissatisfaction at him. “you’re not doing a very good job at this.”