Art o1 : Friendship be Damned.         My name is Choi Minho and this is not the kind of story that involves saving the world, or a huge conflict with a villain, or falling in love or huge revelations, well maybe not. But anyway, this is just a story about my life traveling in a foreign country in search for beauty.     I have jet-black hair, coffee brown doe-like eyes, and a mature face. . .maybe. Or maybe I have short dark hair with hazel frog-like eyes and a small face. One person might look at me and see me one way and the next second I might look like someone entirely different. I wouldn't really know. . .I'm always who you expect me to be, even if it's different every single time.     Enough with my useless rambling, I was now looking out the window to the ground below. I wondered where I was, what towns, cities, and villages the plane had passed over on my flight home from Seoul and towards London.     There, I was supposed to continue my studies. But little does my parents know I traveled all the way to London in search for beauty as my inspiration. Because I was not able to find such inspiration back at home.      Well don't get me wrong but South Korea's a beautiful country. But then again, I want something new. I grew up there after all. Something new would be good for my mental health as well. To paint something new, something fresh. To paint something that no one has ever painted before.      And that is why I'm on my way to London right now. In search of such beauty and inspiration that I have no idea in what or how it even looks like. I know. . .I know. . .I sound stupid right? But that's what we artist mostly do. So sue me.      We're not satisfied in what we see. But we also want something more. Like seeing something outside the box or was it thinking? (?_?) Okay, so anyway. . .I've already arrived here at the airport in London.      Just standing in the corner patiently trying to keep and maintain my cool. And why you may ask?      Well it's because my oh-so womanizer of a best friend is late. And he was supposed to fetch me an hour ago. But where is he? I don't know. . .maybe flirting with some lass he hardly knows somewhere. Can you even believe that? Tsk. ಠ~ಠ     I just sighed as I close my eyes and gently massage my forehead trying to prevent a headache from coming. Honestly. . .where the heck is he. . .≧~≦     But then my eyes shot open when I heard someone call my name. I look up and there he was. Smoothly making his way towards me having his trade mark smile that made every female population in the airport swoon at the sight of him.      Okay. . .is it just me or is he like walking in slow motion? ರ_ರ I blink several times then when I opened my eyes there he was, right in front of me smiling. That somewhat made me stumble a few paces back. When did he-? Ugh. . .whatever.      "Ola! Mi Amigo," he greeted me, grinning now almost making every female faint.      I simply raised my right eyebrow staring at him emotionless. Still the same old foolish idiot I see. This here folks is my good for nothing best friend, Kim Jonghyun. We practically grew up together like brothers and had always been stuck together like glue. Not until his family migrated to London that is that we have separated paths. But just like it was some cliche best friend story, I decided to continue my studies in Europe and thus, us meeting each other again.     Well, it wasn't like we lost contact or cut ties when he migrated. We still kept in touch, thanks to the internet of course and my parents practically forcing me to go visit him during vacation since he, I quote, "misses me". Ugh. But it was nice seeing him again. That I had to admit, but not verbally of course or else the fool will become more big-headed, like that wasn't already the case.     "Jonghyun, we are in London, right? So what is with the Spanish?" I asked nonchalant.      He pouted, "Why? Cannot a guy practice his Spanish without being criticize?" He dramatically countered.     I stared at him, indifferent. ᇂ_ᇂ But he seems not to take notice of my expression. Typical idiotic dinosaur. . .      "Oh yea," he began as he snapped his fingers as if he remembered something while I raised an eyebrow at him, as he grinned up at me. "Sorry for being late Minho. Caught up with the traffic earlier, you know road jams," he explained with a small laugh.      I gave him a nod, "Yea, traffic. . ." I repeated in doubt. If I knew better, he must have flirted with someone and lost track of time, that sounded more like what he would do.      There was silence for a while then I heard him start talking again.      "Ya Minho! What the hell are you wearing?" he asked in horror as he pointed at me.      I stared down at myself for a while before answering just to make sure if I'm really wearing clothes that I hope I was; which I really was.      "Clothes. . ." I answered slowly. "Why?" I added arching an eyebrow at him. õ.O     He stared at me as if I had just spoken in blasphemy, "A plain white boring shirt, some baggy old-looking jeans and a pair of out fashioned sandals aren't classified as clothes!"     "What are they called then?" I dared to ask. ¬ -¬     "Dreckitude," he answered the question.      Ugh, great. . . Now he is being a total diva on how the way I dress. I know Jjong's a pretty boy and all, but still. I just merely rolled my eyes, "Same thing, still clothes. . ."      He glared at me ( * A*), that made me glare back. ( ◣ A◢)     Puppy-suar VS Flaming Charisma. Who wins? Me of course.     He looked away, but narrowed his eyes at me. Sizing up my clothes with his scrutinizing stare. Perhaps already calculating on how much everything cost. "It's not called clothes Minho. Because they look hideo-" but he trailed off.      "They look what, Jjong?" I prompted him to go on while continuing to arched an eyebrow.      He opened his mouth but then no words came out. So he just gave out a sigh then shook his head sideways then muttered "Nothing. . ."      But I know it wasn't nothing because if it's Jjong, he is always sensitive in what people say about his clothes since he is after all a complete (and self-proclaim) flower boy who always wants to look his best (and be praised since he's a narcisisst). That's why he also thinks that I'm sensitive about it as well. Which was total bull. I'm not really the type of person who cares what other people say. I don't live to impress others after all, only the people I like which wasn't that much.     I even sometimes wonder if Jjong was really straight or not. :/ But then his mom is in the fashion industry. So maybe that is why he's sorta queer-ish? There is nothing more frightening than having a friend that has all the possibilities to turn-out to be gay, I shivered at the disturbing thought. {(>_<)}     "Ugh, hyung? You're not gay right?" I asked suddenly.      He stared at me with wide eyes, "Ya! Of course I'm not! What the bloody hell are you thinking?!"      I just shrugged, "I was just asking, jeez. No need for you to PMS on me."      "Really now Minho, I don't even know how your brain works most of the time," he said as he shook his head.      I shrug, "Anyway, should we really get going now?" I asked a hint of annoyance in my voice, because people were starting to stare at us and I hate it when this kind of things happen. Maybe at first they didn't recognize me because I'm wearing clothes that look hideous that's how Jjong would put it no doubt about it than my usual formal wear. After all, but not to sound concieted and all, but I am a well-known artist.      "Yeah. . .we better go." Jjong said as he also noticed how people started to gather and stare at us.      And with that we were off. We were now riding at Jjong's car which was a red-hot Ferrari. He was the one driving and we kept on turning and turning. Where the heck are we heading to anyway? But then my question was answered when the car pulled to a halt all a sudden.      "We're here," he announced happily, grinning at me.      Where exactly is here? =.= I thought sarcastic while following him out of his car as I then found myself standing in front a fancy looking condo unit. ರ_ರ I then switched my gaze to Jonghyun who seemed mighty smug with himself for some reason. Don't tell me he. . .      "So? Do you like it? Huh? Huh? I choose this place for you," he said giving out his lopsided grin.      I knew it! I thought as I mentally slap my forehead. And Something tells me that I would owe him big time for this. I just gave him a weak grin then said, "Awesome."      If I know Jjong, he had a pretty not so reasonable reason on why he chose this fancy place for me to stay. And I'm betting it had something to do with girls or clubs just like why he pick out his place. Jjong then quickly dragged me inside the elevator as he was still talking to me non-stop on how 'awesome' the place is.      "You know Minho, I selected this condo for you. Since well, you did say you didn't want anything fancy or over the top. So this place must really suit your taste and standards," he explained grinning at me.      I snorted, I highly doubt about that. Did I really made the right decision in letting Jjong choose the kind of place for me to live in?     Answer?     Ugh, no.      I should just have asked my parents to do it for me at least I would be certain that I would be staying in a place away from trouble, and would prove to be a much more smarter idea. But then I just sighed, well better just embrace whatever Jjong picked out for me with open arms then and hope for the best that it's gonna be live-able.      There was silence then I heard the elevator went 'ding' and its doors dramatically opened revealing a lavish-looking bachelor's suite. I was in awe of the place Jjong had picked out for me. It was sleek, simple yet extravagant at the same time. Dude forget being a musician, he should really think about being a home dealer or interior designer, he has the talent.      I stepped out from the elevator and began scanning the suite in total admiration even though it didn't show in my face. But then I stop doing so, when I felt Jjong was eyeing me closely just merely observing what my reaction would be.      I then turned around to meet his gaze coolly. He was now having a smug grin on his face. He seemed to see pass through my mask of being emotionless and all.      "You love the condo, don't you?" Jonghyun asked smug, but it was more of a statement than a question actually.      I just gave him a smirk. （￣ー￣）     "What cha think?" I answered his question with another question.      "HAH! Obviously you do," he said grinning while sitting on the sofa.      I just rolled my eyes at him and continued scanning the place to familiarize it, when I was in the kitchen I then heard Jjong called-out from the veranda, yelling excitedly for some reason. "YA! CHOI MINHO! The view here is totally AWESOME as