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Ch2 : Suits

🐥 : Heyya there. Anyway I wanna make this short so don't skip through this. Since the characters will be speaking Korean mostly (but obviously it's just English) it would kinda be dumb to say things like Noona or Hyung in the sentence and shit because it's kinda redundant and lingually profound. Anyway, just to clear future confusion, read this first. Dankie

⚠⚠⚠Update: Ignore what I said above, I seriously don't care about the lingual thing anymore. The English student in me didn't go down without a fight, so I'll be using the honorifics at certain times (like I should've done in the first place.) Because honestly who wants the dialogue to go like "Big Bro" instead of just settling it with a simple "Hyung."

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The balcony was fairly huge. It had a lot of space and there was even small little pot plants. There was a small tea table and comfortable couches out here and single chairs. I looked beyond the balcony, and the beautiful city of Gangdong greeted me happily. It was breathtaking and beautiful when the lights were all sprinkled around the city illuminating it into a bright hue, stating that the city is awake. It was a lot different to America and my home country.

Jinyoung trailed behind me, while I was in the lead, taking in the view with my childish curiosity. Everything was eerily silent after a while.

The only thing that could be heard was my heels clicking gently yet loudly on the floor, like the thunder before lightning.

My presence was known.

Six different heads looked my way. Each one of them looked like kids who got caught with their hands in a cookie jar. Well two of them had cigarettes dangling from their lips. Not that it was a bad thing, maybe it's because they don't want people to find out they smoke.

'Interesting.'

One of them was about to open their mouth's, but then he closed it again. Looking like a fish out of water.

Before they could question me, Jinyoung introduced me to them first.

"I found this talented young woman outside of the room where the party was held, interesting enough. Guys this is Yoon Mikah."

"Way to state the obvious genius."

"It's not like we didn't know it was her."

"Jinyoung I pity your idiocy."

They all threw some small sided insults his way. He just kept a smile plastered on his face as if he was basking in all the glory. Yet I feel like that smile was more like a 'I'm-gonna-kill-all-of-you' smile.

"Crap. If you're here then that means I'm late to pick you up at the entrance." said the most passive looking one of them all. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde locks. His hand went up to his face, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and getting rid of its existence by throwing it over the balcony.

I looked him up and down, trying to judge his form and statue. Like Jinyoung he was wearing the same suit, except that the blazer was a velvety maroon colour, matching my own silk dress.

'I have this strange feeling that JYP and Jeremiah decided to dress us up the same way on purpose. I'm gonna kill a bitch when I get back to my apartment.'

"Nah don't sweat it. I'm actually early than what was required of me. So you're Mark I presume?" I asked him.

With which he just gave a simple head nod. He seemed slightly nervous, which made me wonder if it was my presence that has thrown him off.