Wooyoung, after living in the states for almost 7 years decides to make a visit to South Korea, his home, to help with the preparations of Yeonjun's wedding, his bestfriend.
San, abandoned by his family and scarred by the guilt of losing his love o...
I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I realise that I have a party to get to. I open my suitcase and pick out my outfit for the night.
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(Please, ignore the hair colour in the picture. In this book, Wooyoung has black hair)
Since It's my first time meeting Soobin and his groomsmen, I thought I'll dress up well for the night.
I grab my phone and wallet and make my way down to the lobby.
I walk out of the front doors and see a familiar face. A man with black hair, just as tall as me, dressed in black leather and with the most innocent face ever. He sees me looking over at him and a huge smile appears on his face. He runs towards me and embraces me in a warm hug.
"Wooyoung!!! Oh my god, how are you? It's been so long since we last met! Damn, you look good!! How are your parents?" Yeosang asks in excitement, like the sweet little Maltese he is.
"My parents are fine yeosang-a and so am I. And what do you mean I look good???have you seen yourself??! I mean, you are really rocking this bad boy look, what happened to my innocent baby??" I tease him.
"Well yes, I am officially not a Maltese and have upgraded to a Doberman" he says with a proud smile.
"Ya sure.... Whatever you say man" I say not sounding convinced.
"Now come on let's go! If we be late Yeonjun will kill us for sure" I say.
AttheClub*
We walk into the club and are hit with the strong stench of alcohol. We spot Yeonjun and make our way over to him through the crowd of people dancing, and chatting, getting wasted.
"Hey guys!! Meet Soobin, the love of my life. And Soobin this is Wooyoung, my best friend." he says, gesturing to the Person on his left. Soobin, was exactly how Yeonjun had described.
His skin is clear and glows as if the moonlight dances on it. His eyes, an enchanting jet black, that possess a captivating depth that might draw you in, leaving you grateful. Even roses were ashamed to bloom in presence of his striking ruby lips, evoking an aura of unspoken romance.
He looks like a prince. The kind you only get to see in books. These were all Yeonjun's words in the 800 word email he sent me the day he met Soobin.
Soobin gets up from his seat and extends an arm.
"It's so nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you" he says, giving me a warm smile.
