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A story where your boyfriend is your wingman.
Time was like a ticking time bomb for Wu Jaehyun, and every passing moment he could feel himself drift further away from his only source of happiness, his girlfriend.
He wanted things to be...
"You have a place in my heart no one else could ever have."
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"Picturesque," Sunghoon mumbled, his lips spreading into a small, content smile as we looked at the restobar in front of us. He had brought us to this place for the evening, and the view really was beautiful. A white building, an italian restaurant with its name written in shiny, golden italics.
"This place must be expensive," Jaehyun said, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt as he gaped at the enthralling sight in front of him. Taehee mindlessly nodded, her eyes skimming through the menu card kept on the stand nearby the gateways of the restaurant.
"Do you like it?" Sunghoon asked his friend, slinging his arm around Jaehyun's shoulder. Jaehyun nodded happily, leaning forward to join Taehee, "That's all that matters then, don't think much about the price." He smiled, lightly patting Jaehyun's shoulder.
"Can we go inside and then look through the menu perhaps?" I asked, wrapping my hands around myself as my dress swayed along the breeze. It was a windy night, a chilly one. Sunghoon immediately nodded, raising his hand to gain the attention of the organiser.
One of the staff members of the restaurant caught sight of Sunghoon, jogging up to us, "Yes sir?" He asked.
"I have a table reserved for tonight under the name Park Sunghoon," Sunghoon informed, "Would you mind directing us to the place?" He politely asked, watching as the staff member browsed through the list of reservations for the night on the tablet in his hands.
The man quickly nodded, "Please follow me, Sir." He bowed, beckoning us to follow him. Sunghoon nodded, placing his hand on the small of my back as we walked inside the restaurant. Mild chatters, clinking of utensils and the delicious aroma of pasta were the first things which took over my senses the moment I had stepped inside.
The place was dimly lit, slow and sensual music playing through the woofers. White, thin candles sat in the centre of each table, illuminating the air around with golden light. This place was definitely the one for rich people, and it didn't really come to me as a surprise seeing Sunghoon's taste in Italian restaurants.
The staff quickly pulled out two chairs for Taehee and Jaehyun, while me and Sunghoon sat on the sofa in front of them. Two menus, wrapped in indigo velvet, were placed neatly in front of us, "Enjoy the evening." The unnamed guy greeted us one last time with a smile before leaving us with some privacy.
Jaehyun picked up the menu, skimming through the dishes, "It's all Italian, I don't even know what these are," Jaehyun grumbled, squinting his eyes at the menu as rows and rows of foreign names greeted back at him, "Canederli.." He pronounced the name with a great difficulty, "Fettuccine Alfredo.. Jeez, who even keeps such names for pastas?" He scoffed, his male pride recoiling in distaste.
