Mir's Secret Plan
Joon's POV
I saw the girl walk away and thought: 'I hope I get to see her again.' I turn around to walk home and I saw Mir and Seungho standing there with grins on their faces.
"Ooh Joon found a pretty girl. Man, I wish I can find someone as pretty as her." Mir mumbles off when suddenly Seungho slaps the back of Mir's head. "Mir I swear sometimes you are an idiot for reasons."
"It wasn't like that. I just didn't want to see her caught by the cops because she had no reason to be in trouble, besides, a pretty girl like that will be dead in jail." I said with a thought if that girl's face when I grabbed her hand.
"So, you thought that she is pretty? Hmm?" Mir questioned me.
Once again Seungho slaps him. "C'mon. He would her that girl because he has already someone he loves, right? What's her name? Rachel, right?"
"Yes. The one and only love if my life is Rachel. No one can compare to her hotness." I said with a smirk.
"Hey, maybe it's the time for you to confess to her, right? There is a masquerade ball happening and she's going to be there," said Mir.
"Yea, that would the best opportunity to do your special confession," said Seungho nudging me.
Now that I think about that would be a great to do it there, but there is one problem: the location.
"Guys, it's a great idea, but do you know where the ball is at? The Capulets home. Our enemies for decades. How are we supposed to get in without getting caught?" said I with a concerned tone.
"Man, that's easy. It's a masquerade ball, right? Well, we have to wear masks so no one knows who we are." said a clever Seungho as he gave Mir and I a black, simple mask that will cover the top half of my face. I smile at the smallest things that Seungho can do.
When we all agreed on going we out on our masks and headed off towards the ball. The streets were packed with masked people wearing elegant clothes and jewels of every sorts. Wow, these people dress to impress, don't they? It's a good thing that my clothes looks almost formal and elegant as the rest. With a suit tailored for my greatly, built body and shoes only imported from some foreign country.
As we approached the home, the place was more than a house or mansion, more like an old castle you see in those medieval movies with knights and sorts. Yea, year people were hella rich beyond your imagination. I take one last look as we stepped inside.
Hey guys! So, this is Joon's POV for the first, but probably in later chapters there will be more. I really don't know yet, but I hope people give some votes and comments on how it sounds so far for my third fanfiction. Thanks, love ya!