It was an unusually cold day, Khris thought as he loudly slammed his front door behind him and began the long walk to his favourite cafe, Chez Sanmo. Cursing as he realised he'd left his gloves in the house, he turned around and tried the handle but the occupants had already locked him out. Fuming, he angrily stomped up the garden path, glancing back at the LMAOOOOO-graffitied house at his family laughing at him through the curtains. Kicking up snow as he went, Khris entered the tunnel that took him under the nearby river. As he ventured further in, he saw a figure tuning a guitar. As he neared, the man looked up and gave a smile so blinding Khris stopped in his tracks. "Hello, would you like to hear a song?", a sweet voice asked with an adorable accent. "Uh sure lol. What's your name?" Khris asked. "Jongho but call me Jong". The man settled himself into a more comfortable position and plucked the first notes of a beautiful tune. Khris listened in awe as the song ended. "I hope you enjoy your day, thank you for listening..." "Uhhhh", Khris stammered as he realised he wanted to see more of 'Jong'. "If you let me buy you a drink I might tell you". Jongho grinned and leapt to his feet. "Okay!" He fell into step beside him. Jong was talking about something but Khris was too busy trying to forget about the stranger's hands and how they looked playing with the guitar strings. ISNISNIS N O He mentally slapped his face until a quizzical look from the man beside him jolted Khris into the realisation that he was, in fact, literally slapping himself. Cursing again (in his head this time), they completed the walk with Jong continuing his endless chatter which Khris secretly found endearing.
