The way Mingrui lived was unorthodox to some people but it was just the way he preferred to exist. He was a free-lance photographer and loved the feeling of not being tethered; to any place or any person. Being free to do what he wanted without judgement or consequences.
While he'd grown acquainted with different kinds of people, grew close with a few locals, and took many personalities to his bed, no one had been able to keep him tied down for more than a few days. No one.
After his 22nd birthday, he found yourself exploring the bustling city of Seoul, as per a recommendation by someone he'd met in Japan. It was a beautiful country with rich culture and a new adventure. He thought it'd be a nice stop-over before he continued to the Philippines.
At first, he was lost. Not a lot of people spoke the English and if he didn't know the language a lot of the locals couldn't help or understand you. Instead, he wondered around the busy and loud city. Enjoying the sights and taking still shots of whatever he found interesting. It was nice.
The cold night air began nipping at him as he walked around looking for somewhere to eat. He was slowly becoming frustrated because of the language barrier. As he was about to just call it a night and maybe just find some instant ramen noodles at a nearby convenience store for him to eat at his rented room, a girl, one of the most beautiful you'd seen in a while, walked up to him.
"Are you okay? You seem a tad bit lost." She asked him in English. He sighed in relief and laughed softly. The brunette raised a brow curiously. He waved his hand, "I'm just glad to understand someone. I've never actually spoken a lick of Korean." He said, relief and a bit of comfort washed over you.
He'd found it a bit odd though, that sense of familiarity with this stranger. None of his friends or his hook-ups had made him feel this way. Deciding it was nothing he shook it off. He offered his hand to the girl, "I'm Mingrui. Nice to meet you Miss...?"
She was rather surprised. While it was a welcomed surprise, she still found it odd that he didn't know her. The brunette gave him her signature smile, taking his extended hand. "Julia, but just call me Lia."
(A/N: Wow..... just wow......)
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He nodded, biting his lower lip excitedly. The warmth of his hand radiated onto your cold one. The touch lingered for a while, his eyes not breaking contact with one another. Her crescent eyes and radiant smile made it hard to turn away. The moment could have lasted forever until he heard a soft cough from behind him.
Lia snapped her head behind her, a hot rush painting her cheeks as she stammered some things in Korean to her friends behind her. He stood behind her, the words they spoke just deflecting off of him. His eyes trailed down to his hand. How it tingled and sent shocks through his body.
