Bang Yongguk

Of course, of all days, it had to be today when Chaelin woke up late. Bbang would come pick her up around 12 in the afternoon and right now it was 11.30 in the morning. This meant she had exactly 30 minutes to get up, shower, comb and do her hair, get dressed, eat and get the hell out. She sighed and stared briefly at the white ceiling before blazing the hell out of her bed and right into the shower.   It was ten to twelve; running around like mad was the temporarily not-very-much-of-a-Queen Chaelin with half her clothes on and a comb in her hand and her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She was done at one minute over twelve and that's when her doorbell rang. With a dash she hurried out the door, a few minutes later meeting a Bbang who's eyebrow had quirked.   "Someone overslept?"   "Shut up, I didn't."   Bbang fixed her dissheveled hair, laughing and opening the passenger's seat, letting her sit in the car. He took the place in the driver's seat and started the car; Chaelin couldn't help noticing how handsome he looked. He wore a red tank top with thick shoulder-straps and irresistibly deep cut holes on his side, where his arms went through. Hell, she could even see his boxers and belt even when the shirt went lower that that. His skinny jeans where red and skinny. Skinny skinny. He just looked so damn good that Chaelin's mind had reached beyond what was appropiate thinking. The things she'd do to him in the car, right now. ing native Koreans for being so God damn attractive.   The ride took around fourty minutes; they arrived at a lunchroom, in the Gangnam district of Seoul. It looked quite chique and surprisingly inviting. They didn't look like they belong here with their gold chains and gold rings, Yongguk's chrome jeans chain and Chaelin with her designe