I'm late today >w< I have no classes for the next days so I took the train home and that took a while. But as promised the truth about the break up. Maybe you'll hate Sunggyu now (or me), but he had to live with that decision for nearly three years and never got over it.
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Have "fun"with the new chapter. See you tommorow for Myungoo's part (or a 2nd try on this chapter =v=)

[26th March 2012, Naksan Beach | Sunggyu ]

Dear Woohyun,

wow actually that sounds really awkward. I just wanted to try a normal beginning once. Letters usually start with “Dear xxx” right? Dongwoo pointed it out. I mentioned him in my letter from January if you still remember my ranting about that rude and loud guy next to me. It seems like he secretly read my last letter to you while I was taking a shower. I was relieved that he wasn’t mentioned in the text. That would have been embarassing...

I don’t even know how he got into my hotel room. Maybe his real identity is that of a ninja, though that Dino told me he’s working for some association for korean culture and stuff. Seriously the name was so long I had stopped listening after ‘culture’. But they seem to take care of Korean-American-relationships, trying to get our cultures together and such. They host events, organize concerts and trips to South Korea. That’s why he’s traveling with us, because he literally knows everything about South Korea.
My first impression of him was a rude, loud and unsophisticated bastard that Mr. Kwon randomly picked up from the streets, but now I can only describe him as a genius. Maybe that’s why he’s so weird most of the time. I read somewhere that most people who are highly intelligent, have some kind of mental issue. Not always in a bad way of course. But I think Dongwoo for example looks differently at the world, apparently he can memorize anything he’s seen or heard once. I can’t imagine that. Of course it must be a great feeling, but wouldn’t it be kind of boring to never actually try hard for anything? Call me an old man for my way of thinking. I should probably be jealous, right? But after talking with him about the letter I wrote, I noticed Dongwoo can be quiet too and I think deep inside he’s just a lonely boy who is looking for friends.

In case you’re wondering about it: I didn’t tell him about our past. He didn’t even ask. We only talked about the letter, the project we are doing right now and what we liked about South Korea. Apparently Dongwoo enjoys dancing and likes copying the complicated choreographies of the korean idols. Although he never asked about mine, the Dino told me a lot about his past. His mother was from South Korea and his dad from America. He was born in Seoul, but grew up in Boston. He told me his father had wanted him to be a doctor or an attorney, because of his obvious talents his parents had always put a lot of pressure like that on him. But Dongwoo had found out about his love for South Korea when he turned twelve. From that point on he secretly watched Korean shows, heard Korean music and read books about it whenever he should have been studying instead (that’s where he got his ninja like skills from). When he was sixteen his parents wanted to send him to the MIT and that was when Dongwoo confessed about his secret dream. You can imagine it didn’t go very well. But the sixteen-year-old Dino was not like me. He fought for his beliefs.

If I could turn back time I would do the same as him. He just threw a bucket of cold water into their faces and walked away. With no money and nothing in his pockets but a small picture of his favorite girlgroup. He never regretted his decision, though he missed his parents a lot.

[6th September 2009,  Villa of Woohyun’s parents| Sunggyu ]

Sunggyu felt nervous when he pressed the bell at the front door. It wasn’t the first time the parents of the other had invited him, but most of the time Woohyun would be by his side. He didn’t hate them, but he was pretty sure the pair had anything but positive feelings about him. Though they would never show it when Woohyun was in the same room, Sunggyu had gotten the message long ago. The young man didn’t know why they were this indifferent towards him, maybe because his family wasn’t rich like them. Sunggyu grew up in a normal household, but still he made it pretty far, at least he thought that. He went to a prestigious college with a scholarship, graduated with honors a month ago and was founding his own company right now. So they definitely couldn’t hate him for being stupid or lazy, because he wasn’t. He admitted his looks weren’t exactly the best ones. His cheeks were too chubby, his skin too pale and his eyes too small. But was that enough reason to dislike a person? Not everyone could be as good-looking as Woohyun.

Now that he thought about it, the reason was pretty clear.

The front door opened and a maid greeted him. While Sunggyu was following her towards the living room, which looked like it came straight from a movie about Victorian nobles, the younger couldn’t help but think he was right. Even the servants gave him weird glances, like he was dirty and shouldn’t even breathe the same air. He knew that look from other people, though it was the first time he realized what it meant. Sunggyu had always shrugged it off and now he felt blind for not noticing it earlier.

They were judging him.

They entered the living room and he saw Mr. and Mrs. Nam sitting on the big couch in the center of the room. They were sitting in the exact same position, legs crossed and hands folded, a fake smile on their lips. Sunggyu couldn’t help but gulp at the sight. No one said a word, they were simply staring at him and the young man wondered if he should just take a seat or continue to wait while being stared at like an animal before slaughter.

“Why don’t you sit down, Mr. Kim? Hyori, you may leave.” Mrs. Nam dismissed the servant and Sunggyu carefully took a seat on the other couch. Normally his parents would at least call him Sunggyu when their son was there. Her words made him even more nervous.

He smiled and hoped that it didn’t show his uncertainty. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Nam. Thank you for your invi-“

“Let’s skip these fake phrases, we all know you don’t mean it and we’re not happy to have you here either