Bad Boy Gone Good
Description
An University student meets Minhyuk in ...unpleasant circumstances. What will become of these two?
Foreword
How dull must be the life of a housewife...
That very thought must be invading the minds belonging to employees of a random fancy restaurant when they see a group of well-dressed, probably rich ladies entering, looking around, fixing their raddled eyes on a table, walking towards it, trying their best to look graceful. A trace of envy can be noticed in the waiter’s eyes as he hands them the menus. They take the books with two fingers, throw some quick glances over the text, and end up ordering, as each and every time, salads.
They talk about nonsense most of the time. About this and that and what someone did and how some other woman forgot to dye her roots. They would laugh at every comment made, sometimes not understanding half of what has been told. Then they would pass to another gossip. One woman, though, would keep smiling for a little more. The one woman who is facing the window. The others would just ignore her, thinking she is a slowpoke.
But that woman is smiling for a whole other reason. Outside the restaurant, in front of the window, there are some young boys dancing. Only one has her attention. Dressed in a hoodie and jeans, he is showing his flexibility with various hip-hop moves, glides, s, pops, a serious expression on his face. He is dancing as if no one was there, just him and the music.
The woman lets out a giggle, an odd expression of excitement for someone her age covering her face. That boy... she is looking forward to seeing him in the evening. He is everything her husband never succeeded in being. He is a sweet, talented boy, who cares about her well being. She can’t even notice the amount of money this very boy drains from her wallet...
She giggles again while taking the glass of wine to her lips. The waiter throws her a glance and rolls his eyes. Day after day, same events, different women. That boy, Minhyuk.... he is very talented. He has charisma. He could make anyone order all the food in the menu with one look. But instead of looking for a real job, he prefers pleasing older women and taking their money. Of course, he earns quite a lot, but still....
The waiter goes to another table. The women pay their bill, take their purses and exit the restaurant. Minhyuk stops dancing. He sees his client. He looks at her with big eyes, bites his lips and turns his head in the opposite direction, exposing his slender neck. A few more hours and he'll knock at the door of her mansion...
That very thought must be invading the minds belonging to employees of a random fancy restaurant when they see a group of well-dressed, probably rich ladies entering, looking around, fixing their raddled eyes on a table, walking towards it, trying their best to look graceful. A trace of envy can be noticed in the waiter’s eyes as he hands them the menus. They take the books with two fingers, throw some quick glances over the text, and end up ordering, as each and every time, salads.
They talk about nonsense most of the time. About this and that and what someone did and how some other woman forgot to dye her roots. They would laugh at every comment made, sometimes not understanding half of what has been told. Then they would pass to another gossip. One woman, though, would keep smiling for a little more. The one woman who is facing the window. The others would just ignore her, thinking she is a slowpoke.
But that woman is smiling for a whole other reason. Outside the restaurant, in front of the window, there are some young boys dancing. Only one has her attention. Dressed in a hoodie and jeans, he is showing his flexibility with various hip-hop moves, glides, s, pops, a serious expression on his face. He is dancing as if no one was there, just him and the music.
The woman lets out a giggle, an odd expression of excitement for someone her age covering her face. That boy... she is looking forward to seeing him in the evening. He is everything her husband never succeeded in being. He is a sweet, talented boy, who cares about her well being. She can’t even notice the amount of money this very boy drains from her wallet...
She giggles again while taking the glass of wine to her lips. The waiter throws her a glance and rolls his eyes. Day after day, same events, different women. That boy, Minhyuk.... he is very talented. He has charisma. He could make anyone order all the food in the menu with one look. But instead of looking for a real job, he prefers pleasing older women and taking their money. Of course, he earns quite a lot, but still....
The waiter goes to another table. The women pay their bill, take their purses and exit the restaurant. Minhyuk stops dancing. He sees his client. He looks at her with big eyes, bites his lips and turns his head in the opposite direction, exposing his slender neck. A few more hours and he'll knock at the door of her mansion...
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