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- Here is the key, Ryujin. I paid the rent upfront. Just check the space from time to time.
- Oh, this is so romantic, Jinnie.
- It's not romantic. It's anything but romantic. I'm doing this for my horny ass, not for the romance.
- Liar. You're romantic. One day, you'll bring him to Minho's and I'll say: 'I knew you and Chan were meant for each other.'
- We'll see about that.
That conversation happened twenty hours ago, but it seems like it happened in another lifetime.
After several bouts of turbulence, two layovers, and an annoying pain in my neck, I'm finally in the land of misty lochs and ancient castles. At least my plane brochure says I am. I can't really tell if that's true because it's been pouring rain ever since we landed, and I can't see farther than across the street.
Honestly, I've been eager to see Chan ever since I bought the ticket. Yet now, with my feet on the Scottish ground, this is no longer just an idea in my mind, a dream. This is really happening. It's unavoidable. I will now know if he wants to see me again. Or not. If he brought some other Hyunjin with him, instead of me. Or not.
