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The legendary Huang Renjun. Icon, luminary, fixture of magazine covers.
Put John Seo on his knees? Turn a three-room atelier into a three-hundred-million-dollar fashion house before thirty-three? Shock the public with the Dream collection? Easy. His reputation — bad or otherwise — truly did precede him, and it was unclear which was more famous: his fashion house, or the man himself. Even Jeno, whose acquaintance with the world of fashion was only tangential, had heard plenty about Huang Renjun. And, honestly, he had never imagined — whether in a nightmare or a beautiful dream remained to be clarified — that one day he would become CHRO at Tónghuà.
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04 Jul 2026
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It was supposed to be an act. It stops feeling like one.
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12 May 2026
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Aku, kau—kita—sama-sama punya masa lalu. Masa lalu itu sama dengan tato, tidak bisa dihapus begitu saja. Dia akan selalu ada di sana, entah jadi kenangan atau pembelajaran.
Aku, dengan orang yang telah mencampakkanku begitu saja bertahun-tahun lalu.
Kau, dengan mantan kekasih delapan tahunmu yang kau campakkan demi menerima perjodohan denganku.
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30 Apr 2026
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22 Apr 2026
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His phone slipped from his hands and hit the floor with a dull sound. This time, the silence was deafening. He laughed then—soft, broken, almost hysterical. “Of course,” he whispered to the empty room.
“Of course.”
All the promises. All the reassurances.
Reduced to nothing more than something they said to make him stop hurting in private, while in public, he didn’t exist at all. The front door opened an hour later.
Renjun didn’t turn around.
Jaemin’s voice was cheerful, unaware.
“Jun! You’re still up.”
Jeno noticed first. The way Renjun’s shoulders were tense. The phone lying face-down on the floor. The air thick with something sharp and wrong.
“Renjun?”
Jeno said cautiously. Renjun stood up slowly.
He turned to face them, eyes dry, expression eerily calm. “So,” he said, voice steady despite the storm raging inside him, “when did I stop being part of your life?”
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11 Mar 2026