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From playboy to loving boyfriend. This is the development Choi Yeonjun has made recently. Eight months have passed in which he has a happy relationship with his soulmate Choi Beomgyu. And the florist could not...
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The sun beat down on the heads of the young people who were at a small bathing pond outside the center of Seoul. This place was mostly visited by families, parents with their children, because the lawn was large, the water pleasant.
Today, however, the bathing pond had been rented for a small festival, decorated with colorful fairy lights and small white tables for the evening. However, since it was still early afternoon, the boys and girls were lolling around in the sun. Some were trying to get back to normal temperatures in the shade and the small band was in the process of bringing their instruments to the stage. The rather sparse platform served the artists who were to entertain the crowd today.
The loud chatter mingled with the splashing in the water, but the birds also let their voices be heard.
"Remember," Wooyoung began, his gaze wandering over the surrounding area, "we're not tearing off heads today." At this, the Korean's dark, narrow eyes turned to the tallest. "Subtlety, Yeonjun, not Yeonhulk."
Just arriving at the meadow, the boys had set their sights on a target. Choi San, the model with flawless skin and bright eyes intended to take advantage of the good weather for his complexion, while Wooyoumg stretched his neck until he could almost turn it in a circle.
For he was on the lookout.
"I can't guarantee anything," was the grim brown-haired man's reply, wiping his hands repeatedly on his torn black pants. "I hate to say it, but I'm nervous as hell."
"About what?" asked Wooyoung, frowning, for he was unfamiliar with Yeonjun's condition.
Whereas the redhead patted his friend on the back encouragingly. "You'll be fine."
"Well for what I guess," Yeonjun's eyes slid over the many half-naked bodies of teenagers, "Beomgyu must be around here somewhere."
And he was.
However, they didn't notice the boy they were looking for until San tapped the back of his hand against his older buddy's upper arm and pointed to a figure crouched on the ground, leaning against the trunk of a tree in the shade. He had his arms wrapped around his knees and was looking toward the stage, which was still being set up before the music really started. Besides, he was completely alone.
