UNDERCOVER | WOOSAN ✔

~chapter four~

[ San ]

I take a seat at the waiting area, tapping my legs against the floor anxiously. Why did my flight have to be delayed? I was a person who hated waiting. Especially at crucial times.

I notice the guy from the queue sitting beside me, scrolling through Instagram on his phone. I'm not someone who is into social media, I find it time-consuming and I've got other things to do than waste time scrolling through a bunch of useless videos and posts.

I don't really see the point of using your phone 24/7 just to cure boredom, teenagers these days have so many other things they can do to pass time than being on their phones like trying out different types of sports or learning how to play an instrument.

I see the guy in front of me waving his hands at me and I shake my head and look at him.

I notice his eyes first. Staring deep into the blue orbs. His eyes were ethereal.

" What are you looking at? ", the guy asks, raising his right eyebrow.

" Uhhh.... nothing I was just ... ", I try to say, looking away from him.

" I'm sorry about earlier ", he says, pouting. His lips were soft -looking and dark pink.

" It's okay ", I say, giving him a thumbs up and an awkward smile.

" Jung Wooyoung ", he says, giving me his hand to shake. I don't know if I can trust him and tell him who I am but he seemed like a nice person.

" Choi San " I say, shaking his hand.

He smiles widely at me. " Are you going to Tokyo too? ", he asks, turning to my side. " Yes, I am. It's funny you're headed there as well ", I answer, looking down.

I notice that he's wearing converse shoes. I remember how Seonghwa and I customised our own shoes by watching some videos on Youtube.

Our shoes came out pretty well. I still have the shoes but I don't use them anymore. I've seen Seonghwa wear his pair of shoes wherever he came to visit me. It's his way of showing me that he still loved me.

" Nice shoes ", I say, pointing at his shoes. " Ah thank you, it was a gift from my dad ", he answers while flashing me a small smile.

I wish my dad did something nice for me. I don't remember him buying me anything when I was young, in fact, I don't remember his face. He left me and my mom on the streets to starve and die. My mom had to work dozens of shifts to provide for the both of us.

Seonghwa's father is even worse but at least he took us in, when my mom and I had nothing. Even though I've had traumatic experiences with him, deep down, I'm still grateful for him.

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