Devoted | Joshua Hong

3.

"Jisoo Hong"
"Please, just Joshua"
"Oh so you're not korean?"
"Uh I am, well I'm-"
"Half korean?"
"No. Im fully korean but I just grew up in the States"
"ahh, I see"

We walked along together to the nearest coffee shop. I thought he needed a hand since almost every person in the room wanted two cups each.

Now I know why Hansol wanted to poke my eyeballs if I was into him. He's kinda cute and a mix of hotness but majorly an old school gentleman. Through personality, he was far away from the other members but maybe his talent connected them.

"So you're Paris?" He tried to open up a conversation while waiting for the coffee.

"Yeah, Paris Ahn" And I quickly looked away to avoid eye contact. Damn, he was attractive to the eyes.

"I believe you have a korean name too," he smirked.

Oh boy, he was trying to be flirty but in a shy way. Makes me want to puke rainbows, actually.

"Yeong Ahn. And yes, I'm a half of your ethnicity and half-"

"French?" He snapped.

Dude stop. You don't know me. "No. Italian" he turned me off a bit.

"So how come Paris?"

Is this boy's major is history? "Well, I was born there. True story, my mom nearly gave birth under the Eiffel Tower." He focused. "Legend has it", I added.

He nod his head while fiddling his fingers. Luckily, all the 16 cups of coffee were ready. He insisted to carry an extra more of coffee from me. I was cool and I didn't want to burden him. Besides, he looked like he was constipated carrying 13 cups with his two arms.