"Ne, are other Korean boys like you?" The blonde chick, lying beside him, only covered with a thin white sheet, purred.
His eyes trailed the greyish track above him, bit on his cigarette, and distantly asked, "Which do you mean? Cuteness? Skills in bed? Or both?"
She giggled and leaned closer to him from her spot, tracing circles in his chest. "Both."
"Nope," he puffed, elbows folded behind his head, and recited, "both of my charm points cannot be compared with them. These are my trademarks, mine only."
"Yes, yes, whatever you say." She giggled again and rolled her eyes playfully. "By the way, Yong Soo-kun, don't you have school today?"
"I could just skip it."
"Not a bad idea," she said suggestively and threw the sheet over her. Showing her naked glory to him, she pranced towards the bathroom, looking ominously glowing. He sighed, dazed in the puffs of smoke floating above his head. What am I doing here?
He got up sowly, taking his time and carelessly threw on his clothes and left without a word, just like what he always did, always had, with every girl. He walked through the hush corridors and into the streets. He walked in circles – curving, U-turning, zig-zagging on the empty streets. A few flashes of carlights passed by him, sweeping the piercing cold breeze to his neck. He shivered for a bit, then continued to walk.
Yong Soo sometimes wondered why he hadn't left this town, this country, earlier. His father had sent him a request to come back to his home country, serving the family traditions with him, and therefore, staying by his side, as the next family head.
Chained by his side.
He didn't know why he went to school either. Well, he knew why, it's just that he didn't understand why he went along with it. Assuming – very persistently – that Yong Soo would be the head of the household after him, his father had casted him in the best school, though oddly, in the most remote part of Japan. Nonetheless, after realizing just seconds ago how foolish his intent of leaving was, he was glad he was able to throw that binding future past his shoulder. At least for a while.
He would rather die than be chained.
He sighed, and a white puff – a mixture of smoke and cold breath – swelled below his nose. He watched it ascend to the air above his crown and tried to catch it with his cupped hands. But unsurprisingly, it could only disappear into nothingness. He chuckled. I feel so empty.
Hello! ^-^ I don't really know what to say here, but, hello! Frankly speaking, this pairing isn't my favorite, but alas, here I am, inspired and full of ideas, writing a… pretty weird story about them. I will warn you that some (or even most) of the characters here are going be out of character (OOC). Heck, even Yong Soo feels out of character (though you have to excuse me, as my imagination contradicts even the most insane part of my mind). There will be a gender-bended character, though it might disappoint you that the character looks or seems nothing like the original, so I apologise in advance. (this an edited version of the first chapter. I apologise for the writers who had taken and wasted (though I hope not) their time reading the original, crappy version of this chapter. I hope you enjoy this one. Happy reading!)