𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒆

[3]

Namra and Mr. Choi entered Seok mansion with bunch of bodyguards. They were warmly greeted by the Seok family.

"Hello, Mr. Choi. I'm so glad you came."
"I'm honored."

They shaked hands.

"This is my son and this is my wife." Mr. Seok introduced Jaebom and Mrs. Seok.
"Nice to meet you."

"This is my only daughter, Choi Namra."
"Glad to see you, dear." Mrs. Seok smiled.

An hour passed since the party began. Namra sat in a table at the corner. She's holding a glass filled with champagne, although it tasted gross. It was getting suffocating. She escaped and went to the rooftop to get some fresh air.

She scrolled through her phone. A familiar name caught her eye.

Nam Onjo

She opened the chat.

Prez, can we meet tomorrow? It's okay if you can't.

She typed quickly.

Sure. Where though?

Namra looked at the sky and took a deep breath. It felt refreshing.

Ji Sooheon was busy boxing at his private gym. He was covered in cold sweat. Suddenly, his phone rang. He took off his gloves and picked up the phone.

"What are you doing?" Cheongsan asked.
"Just...working out."
"Again?" Gyeongsu said in annoying tone.
"You guys are together?"
"Yeah, you jerk. We're eating fried chicken." Daesu said.
"Save me some." Sooheon smiled.

Chanmi was studying. Someone knocked into her door.

"Come in."

Mr. Ok entered her room.

"Dad, when you were back?"
"Just a little ago. I missed you, my lovely daughter."
"I missed you too."

She hugged her dad.

"I see you're studying hard."
"Yes, I am."
"Good luck with studying then." He placed a coffee on her desk.
"Hmm."

Chanmi called Sooheon while sipping her coffee. After three failed attempts, she called Jaebom.

"Hey, Jaebom. Where did you go today?"
"Where again, at home of course."
"Are you free?"
"For a bit."
"Try calling Sooheon."
"Why? Why don't you do it?"
"He isn't picking up."
"Then he's busy."
"I guess so. By the way, what's that noise? A party?"
"Yeah, my parents going crazy over this again."
"Who is it this time?"
"Mr. Choi. The top businessman of Seoul."
"Ahh." She sighed. "Then, good luck!"
"Bye."

Jaebom zoomed in the picture.
Ok Chanmi's picture.

Then he looked at the girl, who was the main guest's daughter on the other side of the roof, on her phone.

It is past midnight. Ji Sooheon just stepped out of the shower, wearing a bathrobe. He ran his fingers through his hair. Water is dripping from his hair.

He is super confused nowdays. He always finds himself zoning out, being unable to focus and having dirty imaginations.

Why is this happening to me?
Is it because I'm an adult now?

"Oh right." He picked up the folded note from his diary.

His heart pounded louder as he proceeded to open the note.