Hae Jeong's POV

Without a warning, I barged into the dining room, fear and confusion written all over my face. The unknown man jumped at my sudden appearance and turned around on the black, sleek swivel chair. It almost seemed like the world stopped. He was gorgeous. His perfectly, obviously dyed brown hair matched his perfectly tan golden skin. His eyes which seemed to have a mysterious aura stared back at me with complete confusion. His bare, built torso glistened with the condensation that dripped down the glass of orange juice and his dark washed jeans hung low at his waist, showing off his Calvin Klein underwear. His legs crossed in a feminine but also masculine way. My jaw dropped as I literally gawked and drooled over him.

After several awkward moments, he awkwardly cleared his throat, making me get back to he current situation. One of his hands were stuffed in his hair, almost awkwardly scratching his scalp and his other hand were stuffed in the pocket of his jeans making him look more charming than he already was. His glass of orange juice was left on the counter, forgotten. The shy but mysterious aura that was radiating from him just made me feel like wanting to know him more. “Is this your house?” He shyly asked. His voice so dee