Love’s Conception: 1

He loved Tokyo. It was one of his most favorite cities and he goes back as often as he could. The city drew him in like something magnetic— like there was this magnetic pull luring him there.

Like there was something for him in Tokyo.

Only for him.

He had been here so many times as if he was on the quest to possess that something. Maybe it was everything. He was only aware of the obvious. The vibrant city, the financial potentials, the enjoyable food, the architectural design unique to the place that he willingly extended to his lake house.

And of course the women.

Something can be said about Japanese women.

He grinned at himself as he took another swig of whiskey and let it roll in his tongue.

Speaking of Japanese women, two were now seated on each side of him. They were both trying to get his attention like they had this unspoken deal between them. Who was going to be taken to his hotel room tonight? Little did they know that they both were.

Yonghwa was ready to play.

He dropped the glass and tipped his head on the waiter assigned for him and his ‘company’. He loved the perks of doing business deals with the Japanese. They ‘provide’ everything. He laughed when one of the kittens on his side purred on his ear.

His gaze roamed around the club. He was in one of the private zones separated from the loud noise on the other side where bodies were grinding and moving over that loud upbeat music. Here, the music was toned down, the lights were dimmed and the atmosphere was solely for private ‘fun’. He looked over his shoulder and noticed that the center stage was now almost packed with people dancing and having fun. The one-way mirrored wall let him take his fill of the outside happenings without being there at all.

As his gaze scanned the other side of the club, he noticed that there were a lot of men already too drunk for their own good and the women were also half as wasted. It was too early even for him. He laughed when the women beside him joked about something and pulled him back to their ‘private nook’.

“Do you want to go out there, Yonghwa-san?”

“No,” he shook his head with a grin on his lips and stretched his arms so that the two