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I unlocked the front door to my apartment and walked in, placing my tote bag on one of the hooks on the wall.
I was still turning over what Yeonjun had said to me over and over in my head.
Think about it and call me. He left the decision all up to me as if he already knew I'd call.
Part of me knew I'd call too, but I didn't want to easily give him the satisfaction.
I wanted to make him wait. Make him wonder.
I still couldn't really believe that he wanted me. That he made his staff chase after me. So that he could speak to me.
It didn't seem real. I knew moving here to South Korea would open up many new opportunities for me but I only thought in terms of new friends and new places and my new job , not dating idols.
I made simple ramyeon for dinner, still lost deep in my thoughts.
As I watched my nightly k-dramas, barely hearing the words the actors were saying, I thought about the pros and cons of calling Yeonjun.
Pro: he's hot and he's my bias.
Con: he's an idol and busy all the time
Pro: I'm an Aquarius and I like my space in relationships anyway
Con: I have NEVER seen an idol dating a person of my race and the Korean society wasn't exactly the most open to interracial dating.
Nevertheless, (I giggled at this thought because that was the k-drama that was playing on my tv) I couldn't help but think of the possibilities if I did call Choi Yeonjun.
I had to say, the possibilities far outweighed the consequences.
I went to bed with my mind made up.
I knew what I wanted.
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A/N : so this one is short haha sorry not sorry more to come next week!
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