"Your mine and only mine."
"I will never be yours. The one I belong to lies somewhere else in the world"
"Your madder than the mad hatter himself. Your mine. And you will soon realise that, you ROTTEN slut."
18 boys and a destroyed past that is boun...
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@TenoutaTen Thank you for the great day! Love you so much, sorry @PapaJohnny for stealing your man
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TenoutaTen I had an amazing time too Jungwoo! Definitely need to hang out again
MarkieMark You guys are so cute! I am jealous of you!
PapaJohnny Yah Jungwoo! Don't steal my boyfriend again! get your own
<@Jungqwu replied to @PapaJohnny's comment <I am looking but I can't find anyone! Besides, I'm gay remember, makes it even harder>
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Jungwoo posted the picture and sighed as he read Johnnies comment over and over. Jungwoo seemed like the person that would have it all. The perfect family, perfect job, lover and so much more. Jungwoo was the opposite. His dad divorced his mum, making his mum become an alcoholic and his Dad leaving the country and starting up his own business. He lived in a run down apartment and possibly the worst part of Seoul. He always tried to help his mum but she would just continue to waist her life away.
He worked 3 jobs, A waiter at the local cafe, a kindergarten worker and at a restaurant. He had to admit that he was exhausted at the end of the week and was starting to lie to his friends more and more, but he did it so they wouldn't worry. The past week, the only thing that had been on his mind was, Yuhkei. The mysterious male that he had met with his friends and who had suddenly hugged him. In all honesty Jungwoo thought he was pretty damn good looking, but no chance he was gay. In fact he probably wasn't even single.
He could he things breaking downstairs and the sound of glass smashing. She must be home...and with another man too. Jungwoo could feel the tears in his eyes starting to build up, so he grabbed a sweater, his phone and wallet and went downstairs. He avoided contact with his mum and the man and quickly and quietly slipped on his shoes. He slipped out the door and felt a cold breeze on his face. It hurt to know that any minute he could loose his mother. There were so many times that she nearly got hit or fell onto the tracks and Jungwoo was getting worried. He stopped at the lights and look around him, homeless people and druggies were on the street, wrapped in what seemed to be blankets and cardboard.
Memories of his father yelling at him and abusing him appeared in his head. He had hated the man so much that he had once ran away from home, but it didn't last long. As his father knew that he would come crawling home, and so he did. Now the man owned one of the most successful businesses in Korea. He couldn't remember one time when his family had been a happy one. But Jungwoo did remember one thing from his childhood. The little boy from the park.
Whenever Jungwoo went there, they would always see each other, but one day he stopped coming to the park. It had only been 2 weeks since the boys met, but he had left and Jungwoo never thought to ask his name. He had cried his eyes out that day and he promised himself that he find the boy again, but then again, he was only 5 and his imagination was quite different. There was no hope of finding the boy again, in fact no hope for Jungwoo in general. His life was slowly falling more and more down hill, getting faster every second.
Jungwoo was so wrapped in his own business, he didn't realise that was about to bump into a certain someone. Jungwoo would feel backwards on his butt while the other person was still standing. Jungwoo snapped out of his gaze and shook his head. He looked up to see a familiar male standing in front of him.
