🗿 | Arriba! [preview] (Johnten)

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Touchdown, Madrid.

After the long flight, I streched a bit and proceed to get my luggage. Then I went to the arrivals. I was greeted by cameras...

I guess that's the perks of being the son of one of the multimillionaires in Korea.

Thanks to the bodyguards my father sent, I got to the car with less hassle. "Good evening, sir Youngho." the driver greeted me, I smiled and nodded as a response. "Would you like to go home or explore Madrid a bit?" "Hm, take me to the nearest night market here." "Good choice sir."

While he was driving, I slipped on a sweater, a cap, specs, and a mask to avoid getting stampeded by the people there. Soon, we arrived.

I stepped out of the car and instructed my driver "I'll call you when I'm done. That envelope beside you contains 5000 euros, you may use that. Go hangout somewhere."
His eyes went wide, then he thanked me a thousand times. He then left and I head inside the market.

The lighting is warm, every stall is busy, no stalls with empty customers can be seen. I'm starting to have the vibes here.

From the right side of the food and beverage corner, a stage with full of bright light was there. Two dancers are performing right on stage and a huge crowd was cheering for them. I was intrigued by the dance so I approached the crowd.

The performance ended and I clapped along with the audience. It was now replaced with a singer and a guitarist, doing a Spanish medley.

I wish to stay a little longer and listen to some songs but I am worried about my driver. Plus it's late night now.

I hurriedly texted him while walking past the shoppers, then I collided with someone.

"¡Ay!"

"Ouch."

Our hand held belongings fell to the stone ground. 2 phones, a wallet, and a not-so-big package was lying there. I looked at him for a while, he's breathtaking, then I focused to the belongings. The guy breathe out in frustration and...cursed at me?

"Hijo de puta."

He began picking his stuff, I immediately do the same thing. I noticed both of our phones have no cracks, which is a rare phenomena. I heard him mumble out some words, in Spanish of course. I did something helpful by picking up his package and handed it to him. He smiled a little and thanked me "Gracias."

I understood what he's saying since I'm a bit familiar with the language. "Uh, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention cause I was in a hurry."

Wait, I spoke English to a local. I'm an idiot.

"Oh it's fine, atleast our phones has no crack." he replied.

Shooked.

Ok that was unexpected.

He left as soon as possible. He looks like he's in a hurry.

A catch a glimpse of him, he's absolutely beautiful. Those eyes, lips, and skin. Damn lovely...

And realization hit me like a truck.

He didn't look like a local, more like an Asian, no doubt. A lot of guesses came in my mind, but I'm too tired to think which one. My phone rang and I picked up "Hello?"

"Sir, I'm already here. Where are you?"

"Ah uh, I'm almost there. I'll hurry up."

I hanged up and speed walked back to the entrance. I hopped in the car and went to my new home.








A/N: this is just the prologue, the continuation for this will be ONLY available on Archive of Our Own, account name is @k_omposersofficial. Thank you:>

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