A chilly night going by, inside the walls where there’s a classical cabaret that full with classy people in general, a slow music playing around mixed with such a beautiful instruments

Red lights flashing, to the middle where was Yeonjun usually sitting as usual, with a his palm touching his cheek and the other having a cigarette between his fingers waiting, for time to time he checked the time on his watch, counting a minute by minute

The time going too slow, damn it..

It’s frustrating for Yeonjun, but he can’t do nothing more rather than sitting there.. Just sipping from his cup the bitter liquid of Whiskey and taking few drags from his cigarette, until then..

With a slow motion their eyes mets, as his beloved finally arrived to the stage, Soobin’s smile grew bigger as he makes an eye contacts with Yeonjun, he knew Yeonjun was all drooling over him even if the red headed couldn’t feel it, but he’s was too drown for his beloved singer Soobin

The words he always wish if he only could say it out louder so anyone can understand that Soobin isn’t just a nobody to him but his beloved that should have belonged to anybody but him, between his arms only..

To comfort him, to make him felt loved, to admire him, to hold him, to kiss him gently while counting all the things he adore in him

With these romantic emotions that trapped Yeonjun suddenly, he dives deeper forgotten all about the current moment in reality, what’s reality anyway? Nonsense, he only wants his Soobin

He giggles as he puts his cigarette down the table, admiring the show.. he wants to win Soobin heart

– À la façon que tu as d’être belle à la façon que tu as d’être à moi à tes mots tendres un peu artificiels, quelquefois.. juste toi

He closed his eyes dreaming about his one and only, when this beautiful performance going to finish..?