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` ä¸ Lunch time. At least it was to the CEO of Hotel Soleil. Though an obscure hour in comparison to the usual, his were determined whenever he felt the need or desire to take a break from the usual meetings. Talking about money and revenue sure built up an appetite and so, just as heâs about to exit the comforts of his office, the familiar ringing of his telephone stirs him briefly. Ears perk and eyes dart towards his desk. Hmm, if itâs something regarding work, heâd have none of it right now. Sauntering back to the wooden work table, a slender index presses the speaker button. â If someone wants to meet me, tell them to contact back in a few hours. â The voice on the other line stutters. âUh sir, Joonmyun is here to see you.â What?  Lips that were previously tightened from irritation loosen up at the name. â Let him in. â He straightens out his attire, dusting off flecks of lint from his coat. As the door swings open, heâs expecting a familiar face to enter through. However, heâs taken aback by the small frame that enters. Who brought their child to the office today? A frown graces thinned lips again at the thought, but if the child is lost then it was his duty to find whomever this childâs parents were. With quickened steps, he approaches the lost one, but immediately, yet again, heâs disconcerted by what the young child utters. â Hwannie? â There had only been so many people in the world who had ever referred to him as such. He inspects the child further and to his surprise, the childâs features were similar to that of a young Joonmyun. Was this his child? But he had never met this child before so how would the child know who he was? As if instinctively, Yonghwanâs hands lace themselves around the childâs small frame and hoists him up into his arms. Perplexity is written all over his features as he continues to gaze at the uncanny resemblance to his childhood friend. â Whatâs your name little one? â









