Forced to be together for the sake of the public eye, Jung Wooyoung and Choi San have been wrapped up in a scheme to bring their parent's million dollar companies together. Wooyoung hates San, and San hates Wooyoung. The arranged relationship was on...
In the time that Wooyoung had been married, the season change came with the smooth vibrancy of colors. Yeonjun had kept in contact, as he'd promised, calling Wooyoung every now-and-then to get a proper visual of his time in Costa Rica, far from the confines of his usual escapades within Seoul. Wooyoung seemed to be enjoying himself, glued into a honeymoon that transformed him back into the person Yeonjun once knew.
Now, having last seen Wooyoung at his wedding months ago, he had another situation to deal with. He had mended the bridges he burned, but now something else lay in his path, an emotion that was a stark feeling within his gut, something that bled to be laid out in the sentiment of an honest truth.
Soobin, his boyfriend of the last near-five months, was a constant comfort. Though they didn't properly live together yet, Soobin meant the world to him. Their relationship was a tender expression in Yeonjun's life, a moment of solace in a world that seemed so effortlessly dark. Soobin was always kind and understanding, slightly quiet at times and maybe a bit too sarcastic in other instances, but he was his, and his alone. Soobin had always been an anchor that drove Yeonjun back into a state of reality, soaking in the knowledge of his existence and presence, reminding himself of what lay just a phone call away.
Yeonjun's mental health, one of which had been on a steady decline in the previous months, took a turn for the worse after seeing Wooyoung appear at the restaurant he worked at a few nights a week. The unexpected view of seeing him adored by someone else, happy and carefree, almost unable to acknowledge his existence properly ruined him. It was just a weird coincidence, sure, but even still, he found himself wracked with guilt and laden with remorse. He had caused Wooyoung so much pain back then, and just for a moment did he believe that it was worth taking a leap in an attempt to reconnect. Yet, all of those fears, all of those dark thoughts and behaviors, they all seemed to drift away the moment he met Soobin.
Soobin, a new hire at the restaurant he was briefly working at, was tall and polite, doing his best to just get by in an economy that seemed relentless. Yeonjun found himself hoping to cross paths with him, to work the same shifts and to have a chance encounter. A conversation, a brief glimpse into who Soobin was, had been all he hoped for. He was too shy, too timid to start all over again, afraid that his past fears, laden with homophobic remarks and broken hearts, would conquer his will to reach out for help.
But after a brief time, Soobin's eyes started to cross paths with his own, a similar interest looming beneath the surface. It was strange; feeling things for a stranger even though they had never properly talked. He could be a serial killer, an oddity in society that somehow captivated every fiber of his being, and yet he remained intrigued without a trace of hesitance. When Soobin approached him for the first time and insisted on getting his number properly, Yeonjun handed over his phone clumsily, nearly dropping it into a nearby mop bucket, laughing out of embarrassment even though Soobin's gaze held the most endearing glance that he'd ever seen before.
