Seoul Lights | Bangchan

4 ; Locket

As expected, the little social gathering turned out to be a party. The speakers were booming, playing all types of music while people danced away, swaying and moving their bodies to the beat.

Parties were never my thing, so I was outside, standing on the porch, holding the gifts on my palm.

It was a couple necklace. One was a little silver key while the other was a golden heart locket. I don't know why the two would give me such a gift--knowing that I'm single-- but I appreciated it either way.

I wrapped my fingers around the locket, placing the key necklace inside my pocket. Maybe once I found someone else, I would give it to him.

One day.

I stumbled upon the gift, trying to place it around my neck. It was difficult, since my long hair was bothering my fingertips trying to lock the necklace around my neck.

"Need some help?" A deep voice startles me, making me stiffen. I spin around to see a guy wearing a black turtleneck and some black pants. He had a chain around his neck while his ash blonde hair pushed back.

He's that one CEO from the news!

Despite the dimly lit area, I could see him and his god-like appearance. How his black turtleneck hugged his chest perfectly and his well refined arms too. I shake my head.

He had a stoic expression on his handsome face. He looks intimidating, just like in the photo. Holy shit, it's really the CEO in the news.

"Oh...No. It's okay." I say, trying to put it on again.

He rolled his eyes.

"You'll get it on by morning dawn if I don't help." He says, approaching me.

"No really. It's okay." I held up my hands.

"Christopher Bang. Call me Chan." He ignored my statement, leaning over the railings, looking over to the vast view of the Seoul Lights. There was a full moon above, dimly lighting his facial features.

Now I realize why he's so famous. He's crazy hot.

"Um..Dae Young." I say, standing beside him, gripping tightly on the golden locket.

There was an empty silence, nothing but the sound of the muffled music coming from behind. It was awkward for me, since he was a crazy famous person, right there standing beside me. Even from the way he dresses, he looked rich. A silver chain, a thick black turtle neck, A designer brand belt, a well built and lean physique, who wouldn't fawn over him?

"Staring." He simply says, still looking at the distance.

"Am not." I say, pivoting my view to the front.

Another silence filled the air again. What was this guy thinking about? He looked deep in thought while looking at the lights.

I was about to zpeak, but he beat me to it.

"Can I help you put on your necklace?" He asked, catching me off guard.

"Wha- Why?" I chuckled while asking.

"You seemed troubled." He then turned to look at me. He had a serious gaze, managing to intimidate me.

"Hah..." I say, then looking at my hand.

He held out his palm and curled his fingers, signaling me to give the locket to him. I reluctantly glanced at his palm then on his ebony eyes. "Just give me it. I won't steal it." He demanded, his eyes serious.

"How would I know? You look like someone who would kill me." I blurted out, making him click his tongue then shake his head. He chuckles hoarsely.