CHAEYOUNG.
"Jeong-hyung, there's a letter for you, from. . . the Myoui family?" I looked at him, confusedly.
"Oh yeah, about it, uncle is preparing a grand ball for their daughter," he answered me, while still focusing on painting a portrait of Nayeon-noona, 'the love of his life'.
"By the way Chaeng, come with me to that ball ," he placed the paint brush down then turned to me.
I furrowed my eyebrows before glaring at him, "hyung, are you that stupid enough to think that I can easily enter that ball? You do know that I can't, right?"
He stood up as he walked towards me. "Come on Chaeng, I really really want to see Nayeon. . . so bad. Besides, it's a masquerade ball. They won't recognize you, promise." He grinned while raising his right hand.
"You're crazy, hyung."
