A Messed Up Dream

The Chinese Boy

(AN: Sorry for abandoning this for a while guys, totally lost my login for a bit...hehe. So this is the next part. Warning, curses.)

As I went outside to get myself some fresh air, I leaned against the wall. I had needed a short break because of the steaming hot room. Looking towards the gate, I saw two boys.

"Come on man, why do you always leave us?"

A short, average-looking guy said to the other one. A blush came to my face as I saw him. His black hair fell onto his face as he tried to light his cigarette. He was much taller and better looking than the man he was with.

"滚蛋"

He muttered, inhaling smoke from the cigarette.

"王八蛋"

I recognized part of his sentence but got confused. What did he mean when he said king?

"Not cool, man. You know you can't just swear in Chinese to shove me away. We waited for you all week."

"For what?"

He shot back at him.

"To mess around with me? You know I hate that fucker but you still invited me when you knew he'd be coming."

"You guys need to make up"

The short guy said back. I felt like I was disturbing their business and glanced away. I could still hear what they were saying, though.

"I don't need to spend any more time with that bastard. Don't try to bring us together ever again."

The tall guy hissed at the shorter one.

"Come on, Dongsoo-"

"肏你祖宗十八代"

With that, I felt a blush rise to my cheeks once again. He really was swearing once again, and I wish I understood. I looked at them once again, to see that the shorter guy was flustered. The one called 'Dongsoo' continued to smoke as the other guy left.

"笨蛋"

He muttered a last swear before he turned to me.

"You don't understand Chinese, right?"

He asked. My mind went blank as I saw his dark brown eyes. He was one of the most attractive men I had seen so far. He could easily be an actor with the way he looked.

I nodded slowly, trying to gather my mind. He had noticed me.

He had noticed me.

"Good."

He said before throwing his cigarette on the ground and stepping on it with his shoe. Looking back up at me, he pulled his rather messy hair back. I wanted to faint. This could not be happening right in front of my eyes. This only happened in dramas and comic books. Romance comics.

"I guess I ruined your little break from the hot air inside."

He took out a little note.

"So I'll accept any one favor you ask of me. Just text me. Your name is-"

"Ae Minjae. Just call me Minjae-"

"Muk Dongsoo"

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