After preparing my bath, Jeon left me to my own devices and went downstairs to see to our breakfast. I waited till he was completely out of the room before getting myself out of the covers and went into the bathroom.
Once there, I brushed my teeth, took that bath as quickly as possible and then changed into my favorite blue shorts and one of Jeon's t-shirts. It was a black round neck and definitely a designer brand by the looks of it, but it was also a few inches too big and it ended up swallowing me whole together with the jean shorts I wore underneath it.
I stepped out of the room as soon as I was done and started off to find the kitchen and hopefully find Jeon in there too.
The second floor hallway, with it's super expensive decorations was vacant and terribly quiet, signaling that there was no one else around on the entire second floor except for me. I walked down the carpeted floor in slow steady steps, taking my time to marvel at the beauty of
If anyone were to ask me why I fell in love with Mia, then I would tell them that it is all in the way she fails to blend in with the unneccesary fuss for perfection that is always related to my world. Instead, she's a scattered mess of a girl who prefers to dress up in ripped jeans, oversized sweaters and pumps than all the designer dresses, priceless jewelry and high heels there is in the world. She would choose spending her entire day sitting out on the beach or drinking coffee in a cozy cafe with her head buried in a book than go out to some fancy event flaunted with celebrities. In fact, I think that sort of thing would only appall her than it would excited her really which is why I suspected that, she would definitely find my oversized house with it's numerous servants, very overwhelming indeed. And so I decided that before she steps out and finds out that we have quite a few uniformed staff running around the house, I should prepare her a surprise as a
I took the liberty of driving Mia out of the hassle of the city's unrelenting crowds and took her all the way into the outskirts to show her my favorite eating place in the whole of Busan.It is a small old fashioned restaurant built on the island of yeongdugu and it's really cozy and uncrowded and have the best view of the sea with a few flowers and trees dotted about to provide the best shade for their outdoor sitting area.My friend introduced me to the place once after we had drunk ourselves half to death at his uncle's funeral and needed a place to get some hangover soup. It didn't disappoint and I had been coming over ever since whenever I needed some alone time to think things through or mostly to just run away from my dad whenever he was pissed enough at me to want my head on a pike.We took our seats on the outside table of course because nothing could ever take Mia away from the pleasure of breathtaking views, be it snowstorms or catastroph
The insides of my stomach were crumbling at an alarming speed as my twin brother smiled joyfully at me with his glass of champagne raised in a toast, and his free hand securely holding the waist of his intended bride tightly to his side. The room erupted in excitement as everyone raised their own glasses in congratulations.I too raised my glass, and smiled back just as brightly. The intensity of my heartbreak was overwhelming, but my smile didn't falter even for a second since I was determined to keep my brother oblivious to the fact that, I was hurting terribly from the inside right in front of him. I had to keep my secret. So I swallowed my scarred emotions, took several deep breaths to steady my breathing, then hugged and congratulated him for his engagement to the only woman I had ever loved in my entire life.
I fell in love with the beautiful island of jeju from the very first day my family moved there when I was barely a teenager. The place is surrounded by such awesome scenery that enjoying something as breathtaking as a sunset over the ocean, was what we did from the comfort of our own backyard. It was simply a wonderful place to live and I was one of the lucky people who had the pleasure of calling it home.But what got me to really fall for it wasn't just it's natural beauty, it was the heart warming people that made everything even more special.I know this to be the most important thing because, I am that black kid whose family moved from one country to the next for most of my childhood and so I can easily testify to how difficult it can be for anyone to
Jeon and I sneaked in through my bedroom window one night when I was really wasted from some wild party and didn't want my father to find out that I was out partying instead of preparing for a very important presentation for the board meeting the morning after.I can't say I remember where the said party was held or whose it was for, but what I do remember is that immediately my brother switched on the light, our father was standing right by the door waiting for us like the freaking undertaker with a baseball bat.We froze in place with both our eyes wide open like deer caught in headlights as he stood there glaring at us. It was like he was the gladiator and we were the unlucky bastards who were about to get our butts handed to us.The whole thing wasn't f
I could never overstate how happy I felt when Jeon asked to walk me home after that coffee.I know it was irresponsible of me to just accept such an offer from someone who was pretty much a stranger to me, but as he stood up and smiled down at me politely, I realised that I didn't need any other reason to agree to his request other than the obvious one.I couldn't deny that I was totally smitten by him and If by any chance he somehow turned out to be some kind of a Korean version of Jack the ripper, I still wouldn't mind being murdered by someone who was so bloody gorgeous.As we walked along in silence, I couldn't help but steal a few glances at him just to confirm if he was really native Korean or not.
I woke up to the most beautiful sound of classical music that was coming from somewhere downstairs and I didn't need to go down and check on who had suddenly invaded my home and turned it into some sort of major concerto to know that jeon's fiance, Kristal had graced our humble abode with her beautiful presence that morning.Although it was most likely that she came in during the night and slept over like she usually did on weekends when her man wasn't caught up with some unavoidable meeting or important project or whatever it is company heirs did on busy weekends. Though I honestly wasn't too sure either since I was pretty much passed out for most of the night from my usual weekend partying.But how she came in, didn't really matter because now I had to figure out how I was going to navigate through yet another day of watching
The lovely smell of brewing coffee was simply the most intoxicating scent to me that I couldn't wait to get a cup for myself as I sat waiting for it at the same coffee shop where I had met jeon several days back. I do admit that this was probably the most pathetic idea I had ever come up with in my life, but that knowledge didn't stop me from going by the same coffee shop a few more times than usual with hopes that I might miraculously run into him again like it happens in movies. But that was my seventh time there, and I was yet to realize that Hollywood dream.After a few minutes of waiting anxiously for my coffee, a boyish looking waiter came and served me my espresso for which I thanked him with a polite smile. But it turned out he wasn't exactly the smiling type, because he didn't bother returning it, instead he just bowe