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A story where your boyfriend is your wingman.
Time was like a ticking time bomb for Wu Jaehyun, and every passing moment he could feel himself drift further away from his only source of happiness, his girlfriend.
He wanted things to be...
"The right ones do not leave. They find a reason to stay."
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"You will be arrested in the crime of drink and die." Sunoo joked as Heeseung choked on his shot, spitting the drink back into the glass. "Shame on you, Lee Heeseung."
Heeseung glared at Sunoo, who was making drinks for other customers, a smirk evident on his face.
"You wait till I call Niki," He barked at the bartender, "This place will break down within minutes. Clean sweep, Kim Sunoo. Then shove those death jokes up your ass and choke on—" He abruptly stopped, noticing Sunoo halt.
He thought maybe he said too much, seeing how Sunoo froze. The poor bartender must've felt bad at the thought of his bar shutting down, that was until Heeseung followed Sunoo's lane of vision.
"Kim Suah," Sunoo whispered before running a hand through his hair, a pathetic attempt at straightening his messy blonde hair. He wiped his face with the sleeve of his black shirt, inhaling deeply.
Heeseung was aghast at the sight of a flustered Kim Sunoo he had never witnessed in his 24 years of existence. A pang of jealousy filled inside his heart, a bitter feeling as the new lady, Suah, walked upto them, smiling brightly at Sunoo.
"Sunoo," Suah greeted as she sat beside Heeseung, not sparing him a glance, "You look exceptionally handsome today. What's up? Anything special?" She asked, enjoying the effect she had on the bartender as Sunoo's pale skin had turned bright red.
For the first time in life, Sunoo was actually thankful that the bar was dimly lit to hide his cheeks which were on fire. Many people would call it ambient lighting, but to him it was nothing more than a tripping hazard.
"Oh— Oh yeah?" Sunoo fanned himself slightly, as he bent down to retrieve a beer bottle, "Ah shit," He cussed loudly, his voice made up as he looked pitifully at Suah, "I need to get refills. Excuse me, please."
"Sure?" Suah chuckled as she watched Sunoo run off. She swore the blonde bartender resembled a cat for a second there. She then turned to face Heeseung, as the man sipped his drink silently.
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It was a holiday today. A national holiday, and hence, the restaurant was closed.
The plan, Suah had gone downtown to start the plan.
Lee Heeseung, a professional photographer, a very good friend of Kim Sunoo. Let's say, he wasn't one of those normal photographers of all times, he was an undercover one. Him being involved in this could be a huge benefit to us, keeping track of Jaehyun's activities being one of the paths leading us towards the main motto.
Sounded so professional as if we were trying to catch a criminal on loose, but come on, where's the fun otherwise. If we were doing something, might as well do it all go-go filmy style.
I and Heeseung often hung out at the bar, the feeling was mutual. I doubted the fact he even considered me as his close friend even after our multiple encounters at Sunoo's place. Man was hella popular.
The place being eerily silent, I could Sunghoon's foot tap repeatedly against the rim of the wooden table. He nibbled on his nails out of nervousness as Juyeon had his fingers crossed, and he kept mouthing under his breath.
Our heads snapped in the direction of the door to eatery, as the bell chimed, revealing an exhausted Kim Suah.
"Is it done? The plan?" Sunghoon asked as he got up, making a beeline towards the newcomer. Suah's eyes were dull, as she looked at Sunghoon with a weird gaze. For a second, my breath hitched at the possibility of Suah having not succeeded.
Suah sighed, as the other three of us looked at her with wide eyes, our mouths apart in anticipation, "Oh hell yes. What did you even expect from a fabulous actor like myself?" She sassed, running a hand through through her brown hair. Sunghoon stared at Suah for a solid second, done with her shit.
With a swift motion, Suah removed a card from her jeans pocket, pressing it on the table with huge smirk on her face. Sunghoon exhaled deeply as he bent down to retrieve the paper, examining it. I, along with Juyeon, rushed upto him, peeking over his shoulder to read what was written on the card.
A number. Heeseung's alter phone number.
A smile spread across my lips as the boys high-fived. "Great job, Suah!" Sunghoon patted the younger's back lightly, the card still clutched in his hand.
Juyeon clapped, fairly impressed of his new friend, "What about we go to the fair nearby today? It'll help us get closer and anyways, who wouldn't want a go at ice skating ring opened in there?"
