— Awkward Encounter —
Guests are over.
You’ve always been a shy person since the day you were born. Your mother was forcing you to leave your room and greet the guests.
There were so many people.
Your mother’s friends were over, and let’s just say… their family was big. You had just moved into Seoul after leaving Busan, so you were celebrating with a bunch of people whose names that you couldn’t even remember. The last time you saw them was when you were twelve, and now? You grew up and only enrolled in a college just recently.
You’re at home, hiding in your den (which was your bedroom that was filled with warmth comfort). You’re timid. You’re shy. You’re looking your worst—messy hair, bare-faced, baggy yet comfortable clothes and… you’re really just not looking your best. You went to brush your hair, so… at least not every part of you was untidy, right?
You left your room, having the appearance of a homeless woman. You rub your eyes as you reluctantly walk towards the living room, and holy fucking shit.
Kwon Ohyul. Your mother’s friend’s son. He looks handsome as always, while you look like you went on an expedition inside a pile of trash. Your eyes widened, and heat crept to your cheeks. Were you blushing? No… that couldn’t be it, right?
Ohyul was literally magnificent. Perfect, glowing skin, well-done hair, plump and pink lips curving into a smile with white teeth out. Your mother and her friends were praising him, seeing how much he grew and how handsome he was. Turns out, he’s around your age. Maybe older, maybe less. The second he looks into your direction, you’re rushing back into your room just to look worthy.
What the fuck?