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I do not own The Heirs or any of the appearing characters from the show! All rights belong to their respective owners. I only own my own created characters and firms! If any names used (except those from the show) resemble those of others, it is by pure coincidence – really! As you, my dear readers, might remember chapter 6 was writing in the 1st person perspective, now I can’t really decide on the way I want to continue this story (perspective wise), so I guess I’ll just have to experiment a little and you might need to bear with my experiments for a while (sorry XD) ^

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Previous chapter

Had he been alone he would’ve nodded approvingly. He hadn’t yet seen this Sunny Chang, but he already approved of her tastes. Now he really looked forward to meeting her.

Over the past week he had kept imagining her and, had at one point or another, he had decided that she was tall, had long legs, probably had long, brown hair and must be rather pretty, wearing designer clothes and probably had a bright, warm smile, which was the reason she was named ‘Sunny’ in the first place.

[…]

“Ah! Mr. Choi Dong-Wok and Mr. Choi Young-Do! Welcome to ‘Sun organics’!”, Young-Do heard a voice greeting them from inside and upon looking up – he was left at loss of words for a second or two. There in front of him stood Cha Eun-Sang’s toyboy, the American surfer boy, the one that had come with his Cha Eun-Sang to the High School reunion…the one that had stolen his first love.

“It is a pleasure, really”, Choi Dong-Wook offered with his ‘commercial’ smile and turned too look at Young-Do. “And this is my son, Choi Young-Do, currently the CEO of Zeus Hotel.”

[…]

“Before we start the meeting, would you like something to drink?”, Liam asked and moved over to his desk, pressing on a button. Seconds later the office door opened and there she stood…Cha Eun-Sang.

[…]

I hope we can meet tonight at 8 p.m. in front of the school gates.

I’ll be waiting

~your Young-Do.

End of previous chapter

It was now six o’clock and I still wasn’t able to decide if I should go or not. While on one hand I did want to see him, to talk to him, I was also scared. I was scared of the things I might say or the things he would say. However, I couldn’t ignore the pull he had on me. I was like a mot, attracted to the light, wanting to chase it, but knowing that I might get burned – badly at that too. For the past ten years I had tried to