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WHEN Hyunjae first spoke to the guy from across the bar for the first time, she would've never imagined he'd turn out to be the way he is.
She remembers being with a large group of friends, celebrating a friend's graduation, and spotting a brunet-haired cute guy at the bar. She remembers thinking his teeth were so incredibly white that it would've been impossible to ignore him for the rest of the night.
She remembers that his friend, whom had a freakishly sharp jawline, walked away and left him alone, leading to her drinking the last of her drink and telling all her friends she was gonna get another one.
Walking away from her friends and towards him, Hyunjae suddenly remembered every insult ever thrown her way, hands flying up to smooth out her hair and shirt once more.
She sits down next to him, not looking his way as she asks the bartender for another drink.
Mentally calling herself a coward, she finally turns the man's way, noticing how he quickly turns the other way, facing his back to her. About to turn back around, thinking he wasn't interested or just didn't notice, he quickly spins back around in his chair.
"You're really pretty." He blurts out, face growing redder as his speaks. Hyunjae can't hold back the laugh she lets out and watches as he turns around.
He picks up his glass, which seems to have some kind of juice in it, and watches it swirl around in his glass. She hears him mutter something to himself before taking a sip of it.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," She says after realizing he's upset at her for laughing, "Thank you, you too." Her tone makes it sound like a question, but really she's just unsure if he's one of those sensitive guys, whether it's fact or not.
She sees his cheeks go pink again, and counts it as a victory in her head.
He looks at her, and she gets to really look at him. Her eyes scan his face, a soft smile which puts his dimples on display, brown eyes but they aren't the typical boring ones, they're somehow warm, something Hyunjae's never seen before, but she doesn't wanna go another day without them. His hair is on the shorter side, parted in the middle, but it suits him well, it's not styled either, making him rock the messy hairstyle.
She drifts down to his clothes, and if she couldn't tell by his hair, he's definitely not here for work. A pair of baggy jeans and a plain long-sleeve shirt with, from what she can see, a pair of sneakers, she'd assume he was just a college student here to get drunk on his Friday night.
"So, do you go to college here?" She asks, trying to keep the conversation going.
He seems to break out of his trance, but instead of answering the questions he says, "I'm-I'm Jungwon."
Hyunjae holds back another laugh, "I'm Hyunjae, who are you here with?"
"I'm here with a bunch of friends, and my trainer, but I guess he can be considered a friend, too." He takes a pause, almost as if he's seriously debating in his head if he could be called a friend, "What about you?"
