A hopeless romantic teenager meets a stranger who claimed to be his son from the future and convince him that he will sort out his messed-up life. But what makes his so-called-son eager to come back from the future?
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🏆 #25 - sadroma...
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Now playing Woo's theme song : Cupid by FIFTY FIFTY
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Jung Wooyoung sat on the bench-blankly staring at the football court while his two besties being loud next to him.
Darn, spring is here. He thought. A heavy sigh exhaled from his mouth.
Everyonebut meis dating. I feel very single right now!
His eyes darted to the few couples that were having a date around them while aggressively sipping his strawberry flavoured milk drink.
This stupid spring of my 18-year-old life!
His knuckles were white as he gripped on his drink-recalling every confessions he ever made.
Candidate 1: I'm sorry
Candidate 2: Uhh thanks, but no thanks.
I got rejected every single time.
Candidate 2: Are you crazy?
Candidate 3: We're friends.
And I would end up gettingfriend-zoned. He sighed again. I want to date too. A small pout making its way to his lips.
Wooyoung pov
"LOOK! IT'S HIM! THE ONE WOO KEEPS TALKING ABOUT" Yunho's loud voice interrupted my thoughts. I look to the front and my eyes met the said figure who was entering the football court with a dashing smile-joining the others to play. Well, he's the popular guy from Class 4: the one and only Park Jimin.
I wonder what would it be like to date him and I felt my face heated just by the thoughts of it. I have been romanticize the idea of dating him lately. Gosh, I'm really that hopeless huh?
We were in the same class during my last year in middle school. Though I wasn't exactly pretty back then, I was kind of cute.Well, that what most of my classmates complimented me during that time. Anyways, Jimin was good-looking even back then. And we were closed. So I worked up the courage and made a move on him. I look at our text recently (well, I mean MY text)
[Jimin🥺]
You Hi Jimin! It's been a while 😊 Sent, 1.49pm
Maybe it'll be different this time. "Did he texted you back?" Yunho asked as I stared into the text. I put down my phone and looked at him with a sheer of hope "he will."
"Why do you like him by the way?" He added.
"There's no specific reason" I smile shyly which only received those annoying eye rolls from both of them.
"You said he didn't even read it for a week. Forget it and move on. Don't you agree, Yun?" Yeosang interrupt. This bitch! Still I love him though.
"Can you guys like... At least have a little faith in my love life???" I retort and stomp my feet going somewhere else away from them at the moment-my secret hideout: the rooftop.
"Woo where are you going??" I heard them asked in unison but I just walked away anyway. I'm not mad at them, it's just that mad by the fact that they were right. Maybe, I should just forget this stupid little crush I had. But... Can he like at least read this text???
[Jimin🥺]
You Hi Jimin! It's been a while 😊 Read, 10.30am
Speaking of the devil! HE READ IT!! I jumped up and down, feeling highly ecstatic. Okay...now what??? Did he just ghosted me?
[Jimin🥺]
You Hi Jimin! It's been a while 😊 Read, 10.30am
Today 10.40am
Jimin🥺 Hi Who is this though? Read, 10.40am
What? How come he doesn't remember me? Am I that forgettable?
"Woo" my thoughts were interrupted by a distant unfamiliar voice.
Huh? Am I hearing things? I shrugged it off and looked back to my phone.
"JUNG WOOYOUNG!" shocked by the deep stern voice, I quickly stood on my feet. Am I being ghosted by a real ghost now?? I closed my eyes and start chanting some prayers. Hearing small footsteps approaching from behind, I slowly open my eyes while turning around and oh my! I have never seen someone as beautiful or even accurate, as ethereal as him.
His silky raven hair flapped in the wind as his eyes crinkled up and his dimples showed when he smiled. His soft beautiful eyes shined with the mystery and beauty as our eyes met. His slit left eyebrow added an intimidating demeanor to his masculine features. From his sharp, high cheekbones to his chiseled chin to his incredible physique making me lost in trance. He also has beautiful freckles scattered on one side of his neck-I could literally connect them into constellations. He's so bright as if he could lights up the world.
"Wh-who are y-"
"Hi...uh..dad" he awkwardly gave me a small wave.
At the age of 18, instead of the boyfriend I'd been praying for, my son showed up.
