Qin Moyan remained quiet he sat across from Seojun who was tightly holding onto Garfield with his dear life.
Qin Moyan's profile materialized:
Qin Moyan
Age: 28 years old
Family Background: CEO of a global tech conglomerate, known for his ruthless business acumen and impenetrable privacy. A ruler in the entertainment industry sharp tongue and proud a resource mogul
Hidden Attributes: Genius-level intellect, exceptional strategist, secretly composes melancholic piano pieces, fiercely protective of those he deems worthy.
Source: You accidentally deleted his entire company's server during a drunken coding competition, then proceeded to flirt with him while apologizing. Not just that you threw up on him and then demanded he pays you fifty million of compensation
Seojun's eyes widened in horror. {I… I did that?!} He felt a wave of nausea wash over him. Deleting a company's server was bad enough, but flirting with the CEO afterward? He truly was a walking disaster.
This eye contract seemed to have awaken him Qin Moyan leaned back intertwining his fingers.
"If you must seek men, least choose those of comparable stature to yourself."
With that he surveys the others with an expression that conveys his superior status, then scoffs lightly before refocusing on Seojun.
"So our lustrous Seojun have you arranged the schedule for our little gathering on the Wuxi Festival?" Qin Moyan asked with a playful smirk.
{Bubble but the fuck is Qixi Festival?}
Bubble: Host! Qixi Festival! It's the Chinese Valentine's Day!
Qin Moyan sardonic remark immediately reignites the simmering jealousy among the others.
Hua Lang'an, the fifth and final member of this bizarre assembly, settled back onto the sofa, radiating an aura of quiet authority. His dark eyes, sharp and observant, narrowed slightly as he took in the scene. He possessed a military bearing, a stillness that suggested a man accustomed to command.
Bubble: Host! Last profile unlocked! This one's… complicated.
{Complicated how?} Seojun thought, already bracing himself for another wave of mortification.
Hua Lang'an's profile materialized:
Hua Lang'an
Age: 24 years old
Family Background: Heir to a powerful military family, renowned for his strategic brilliance and unwavering loyalty. Currently serving as a high-ranking officer in a specialized intelligence unit.
Hidden Attributes: Expert swordsman, multilingual (fluent in seven languages), secretly writes poetry under a pseudonym, harbors a deep-seated fear of butterflies.
Source: You accidentally triggered a diplomatic incident by mistaking his ceremonial sword for a prop during a cultural exchange event and attempting to use it as a selfie stick. You then proceeded to loudly critique his choice of tea during the subsequent apology meeting.
Seojun groaned inwardly. *A diplomatic incident? A selfie stick? Poetry? Butterflies?!* His life was an endless parade of embarrassing mishaps. He buried his face in Garfield's fur, wishing he could simply disappear.
Hua Lang'an's gaze lingered on Seojun, his expression unreadable.
"It seems our little rose has a knack for creating… memorable experiences," he said, his voice low and laced with amusement.
Seojun tried to calm down but before he could even say a word the honesty curse came on he spoke our he truly thought.
"Memorable experiences? More like catastrophic disasters! I'm a walking, talking liability! You're all going to end up in therapy because of me!" Seojun blurted out, the words tumbling out in a rush. He immediately regretted it, but the honesty curse was relentless.
The room fell silent once more, the tension thicker than before. The five men stared at him, their expressions ranging from amusement to exasperation to something akin to… pity?
Jin Shinian was the first to break the silence.
"So, you're aware of your… chaotic nature?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"Aware? I practically *embody* it," Seojun replied, burying his face deeper into Garfield's fur.
"I'm a magnet for trouble. A black hole of awkwardness."
"They are five of you guys and all of you want me to schedule time with me? Why not ask me for a quick death?"
{Bubble how long do they celebrate this holiday?}
Bubble: Host! Qixi Festival is celebrated on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month! This year, it falls on August 22nd! It's a big deal! Lots of couples get matched, proposals happen, the whole shebang!
Seojun groaned. August 22nd. That was less than a month away. A month of being relentlessly pursued by five ridiculously attractive, powerful, and clearly unhinged men.
"So," Qin Moyan drawled, his eyes fixed on Seojun with an unnerving intensity.
"You're declining our invitation?"
Seojun peeked out from behind Garfield's fluffy form.
"Declining? No! I… I just need to assess my schedule. And maybe consult with my… cat." He gestured weakly towards Garfield, who blinked languidly in response.
Seojun tried to calm down but he felt like if he declined he would chewed out by these five man.
"We celebrate together," Seojun said he slapped his mouth he couldn't himself the honesty curse.
"If you have problem with it we shall break up, I do not mind breaking up," Seojun said once again he spread his arms out with a sigh as if this was just another day.
The five tycoons all refused without even allowing Seojun to finish.
"Seojun, you dare break up with me?" Jin Shinian asked as he grabbed Seojun hand and bit his finger who winced in pain.
"Seojun, you think you can simply walk away? After everything?" Ku Xunye's voice was low, laced with a simmering possessiveness that sent a shiver down Seojun's spine. He took a step forward, his eyes narrowed, radiating a barely contained intensity.
Rong Huaiyu remained impassive, but the subtle clenching of his jaw betrayed his displeasure.
"Such impulsiveness is unbecoming," he murmured, his gaze unwavering.
Hua Lang'an, ever the strategist, spoke with measured calm.
"You misunderstand the situation, Seojun. This isn't about *breaking up*. It's about… understanding our commitments."
Qin Moyan simply raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement playing around his lips.
"Commitments? What commitments? I tripped over your server, accidentally insulted your sword, and now I'm being held hostage by a group of… admirers?" Seojun retorted, his voice rising in exasperation. He tugged his hand free from Jin Shinian's grasp, ignoring the lingering sting. "This is ridiculous!"
He stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over a small table. Garfield, startled by the sudden movement, let out a disgruntled meow and leaped onto the sofa, seeking refuge amongst the legs of the five men.
"I need air," Seojun declared, heading towards the door.
"Fresh air and a very large bowl of ice cream. And possibly a new identity."
As he reached for the doorknob, Qin Moyan's voice stopped him.
"Running won't solve anything, Seojun."
"No breakup no breakup now go home all of you," Seojun said. All five of them stood up and looked at Seojun who waved bye to them and he sighed thank goodness that was too damn scary.