Welcome to the first chapter!

Its over 4000 words so have fun and I hope you like it~

 

Playlist Insperation:

Ed Sheeran - Kiss Me

Ed Sheeran - Grade 8

Ed Sheeran - The City

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Junhong's POV

 

I felt the hot water around me slowly relaxing my stressed-out body. Resting my head against the wall I felt the scent of wood and rain from the candles that my sister bought me last Christmas. I felt calmer for every deep breath a I took, slowly inhaling the sweet smell from my candles through my nose. I like taking baths. The first thing I do after work is running a hot bath, lightening some candles and strip down. I often add some soap for the bubbles. 

 

After a long week in school and at work, its really nice to calm down in the hot water. Feeling the water hugging you and one after one relaxing your muscles and softening your skin, feeling the cold tiles on the wall against your backhead, the scent from the candles filling your nose and the dark room with the only a light source of a few candles is something that me, love. 

 

It started as a thing I did now and then, but fast developed as a thing I do every week. I feel like the best way to start my weekend is to just lay down in my bathtub and sort out all my thought for an hour. I usually go over my week in my head and sort out some things with myself. This week wasn’t any special at all. My life is like a factory basically.

 

Monday – wake up. Dress and get ready for school. Eat something. Go to school. Go to work. Eat something. Work. Late night food. Study. Sleep.

Tuesday - wake up. Dress and get ready for school. Eat something. Go to school. Go to work. Eat something. Work. Late night food. Study. Sleep.

Wednesday - wake up. Dress and get ready for school. Eat something. Go to school. Go to work. Eat something. Work. Late night food. Dance class with Jongup. Eat some snack. Sleep.

Thursday - wake up. Dress and get ready for school. Eat something. Go to school. Go to work. Eat something. Work. Late night food. Study. Sleep.

Friday - wake up. Dress and get ready for school. Eat something. Go to school. Go to work. Eat something. Work. go home. Take a bath. Enjoy the evening and eat some fast food.  

Saturday – wake up. Eat something. Go to the library. Read some books. Eat something. Meet up with some friends. Go home. Enjoy the evening and eat some fast food.

Sunday – wake up. Take the day as it comes. Hate life because tomorrows Monday. 

 

Easy is that. But don’t misunderstand me, I see nothing wrong with this. I’m a positive person and I feel very comfortable with this. I’m a introvert, and that’s mainly the reason why I like it this way. I don’t like big changes. I also visit the library every Saturday. I love reading books and have always loved it. Get lost in a adventure and be someone elsefor a short while is amazing. A book can swallow me and keep me entertain me for hours.

 

I know the owner of the library well because of my parents. His name is Jung Huncheol. Our families used to be really close before my father passed away. We used to celebrate Christmas and new years together but it changed when I moved away. My mother lives Jeju-Do and I in Seoul. I moved here because of school and its easier to find a job here and have a career. I want to work with engineering and the school that I attend to is Korea’s best engineering school. I were a straight A student and a was ranking #1 in school in all subjects. I’ve great mind and a high IQ. I want to work with buildings and develop big cities to the better. I find it very interesting to walk down the street and see everything moving. The people as individuals are also a thing I find interesting. The mind of a person is beautiful in so many ways! I attended to the school and I know that I’ve a great future in front of me.

 

My mother chose to stay in our hometown. I visit her as often I can and we’re really close. After my father passed away our relationship got stronger. I helped her a lot at home with chores and in return she let me take dance classes. I took care of a lot of things at home, like cooking food while she was at work. I felt almost heartbroken and had a lot of anxiety when I left. I felt like I was abounding her but she assured me that I needed to move to Seoul. I needed to make my dream come true. I’m very happy for making the decision to move here. Everyday is a step closer to my dream. My goal in life is to have a well pay-job, have a family and be happily married with a beautiful woman. I want to support my family but still have a wife that can make money on her own. My biggest dream is to own a company and work with engineering.

 

I also have a big interest for dancing. Street/hip hop dance to be exact. It isn’t something that I want to work with, just doing for fun. My best friend, Jongup, and I take classes together on Wednesday after work. I used to dance back Jeju-Do but took a advance class here in Seoul. That’s how Jongup and I became best friends.

 

He’s a really good friend. He know mostly everything about my. My background, my past, my right now. We usually hang out, play some videogames, order some fast food, dance, skateboard, goes to the cinema, and so on. We can talk about everything and we easily get down to some deep about life and such. He’s quite handsome to. He’s a lot more toned than me. You know; abs, arm muscles, big thighs, board shoulders, strong bone structure. I’ve some arm and thigh muscles to but in the comparison to him I’m not especially fit. I’m not skinny though. Because of my dancing, skateboard and daily exercise I should say that I’ve I nice body. I’m tall also. When I came to Seoul for the first time I was about Jongups height, 5.7. Now I’m almost 6.2. but it has been 2,5 years already, I think puberty did its work.

 

Speaking of tall, I’ve became familiar with being almost doublefolded in my bathtub. My legs fit but the rest of my body; no. I rest most of my upper body on the wall while my legs are in the water. If I want to lay down completely I have to bend my legs to a almost doublfolded position. Its comfortable but if I buy a house in the future I will buy a bigger bathtub to.

 

I griped the edges of the bathtub to support myself as I stood up. I felt the water dripping down from my body as I reached for a towel. I stepped out of mosaic structure and bent down to unplug it so the water could empty. I wrapped the towel around me and the lights. I blew out all the candles, safety first you know, and walked out from the bathroom. A cold breeze hit my wet body that wasn’t covered in the towel and I shivered. I walked towards my bedroom to get some clothes and my feet were still wet so I slipped and fell to my back. I landed on my and made a ‘hmp’ sound. It hurt more in my back then my grabbed a drawer to pull me up. as the towel was laying on the ground I rubbed my cheeks and back because of the pain. I quickly stood up and picked up the towel from the floor. I live in a neighbourhood were the flats are close to each other, so you can see into each others apartments because of the big windows. I don’t want to wait long enough for someone to see me so I wrapped the towel around me again and entered my bedroom.

 

My bedroom is pretty big. Its also very simple but I like it that way. I’ve my bed (obviously), two big closets, a drawer, a body mirror, a nightstand, two skinny bookshelfs placed at each side of my bed and a big picture above my bed of a forest. I like the earthy style so my room has colours from the nature. My bookshelfs are filled with books and decorations. Its mostly books that I received from my grandpa when he died. He had a big collections of old Korean and British books and he knew how much I love to read so he gave me all of them before he pasted away. Of curse I’ve read all of them, but they’re from the 1800s and I think its important to keep them. They’re classic books and its hard to find the originals on the market so I’ll keep them and let them pass on to my future son or daughter

 

I also have some decorations. I’ve a black elephant made out of clay that I bought in Africa a few years ago. My family used to go to vacations during the summer break and we visited Africa when I was about 15 years old. It was a lot of fun but a total culture shock. But because of all countries I’ve been to I’m more open to different cultures and religions.

 

I also have a old white Swedish bowl with blue details and a British cup. I keep them there in the bookshelf because I think they fit my room nicely.

After picking some clothes aka pyjamas I decided to make some dinner. I got hungrier for ever minute that passed. I needed something to eat.

 

I walked into the kitchen the lights. It was already dark outside but it was fall so the day only got shorter and shorter. Spring is my favourite season. I love it when the snow starts to melt and you can se all small flowers grown beneath the snow. All the colours that appears and how the whole world start to live again after a long cold winter. How everything get its life back. Its the feeling of it that I love. Walking outside while the weather is getting warmer, the sun is out a bit longer and all the trees that get all its leafs back.

 

I was about to walk to the refrigerator when I saw my plants in the window. As I said, the windows in my apartment are pretty big so I’d like to have plants in them to give a bit of life to all the rooms. They say that the air gets fresher and healthier because of plats and I love the green colors and how fresh it looks with some plants here and there.

 

I took a glass down from the cabinet and filled it with water. I walked over to the plats and gave them a equal amount of water. I looked down at them and admire how beautiful they are. Some of them will die during the winter so I’ll buy some new this spring.

 

I love flowers a lot. A read a quote once that said:

Comparing people to people

is like comparing a rose to a daisy.

both were made so beautiful

but never beautiful in the same way

And that is very true. I think about that quote a lot when I see people in public. The difference between pretty and beautiful is that you can only be pretty by appearance, but being beautiful is inside out. I wouldn’t want anyone to date nor be friend with someone that is only pretty and not beautiful on the inside.  

 

I walked over to my refrigerator and open it. I bent down to see if I could find something. I scratched my neck and went through everything to see what I could cook.

 

Milk, egg, salad, meat from yesterday.. Sure, I had a lot of food at home but I didn’t “feel” like I wanted anything of it and from nowhere I got a sudden craving for fried chicken.

 

Well Junhong, lets make a visit at Sapeojong.

 

Sapeojong. A Korean grill where you can buy fast food. Its my favourite here in Seoul and I doesn’t make my wallet cry. Its very cheap there and the food is great. I usually eat there at least twice a week. Their fried chicken is the best!

I closed the fridge after me and went to my room to change clothes. Sure, I could go in sweatpants only to buy food but I had to take the buss and I felt like I should at least change to jeans.

 

I picked a black pair of jeans and checked myself in the mirror. I ran my fingers through my silver coloured hair. It was a bit messy but I like it that way. I have some thoughts on dye it in another colour. After coming up with the conclusion that I look good enough to just buy some fast food I went out to the hall.

 

I slipped on my black Dr Martens and my dark marine Duffel jacket. I turned around and took the keys and headphones from a bowl on a drawer. I put my hands in my pocket to feel if my wallet was there, and it was. I checked myself one last time in the mirror over the drawer and put in my headphones.

 

I went out of the door, locked it and ran down the stairs. We don’t have a elevator in this flat, but I get some daily exercise at least.

 

The buss stop is right on the street in front of my apartment and I saw it coming down the street. I start to run so I wouldn’t miss it.

 

The buss was rather full so I tried to ran normally and look a bit good at least. It was a few girls at the buss stop and two of them was staring at me. I tried not to get eyecontact, because that would be awkward. The girls stepped on the buss and I just got right in time before the bussdriver closed the door.

 

I took out my wallet and slid my buss card against the machine to register my trip. I put my wallet back in my inner pocket this time.

 

I sat down in the middle of the buss where people with wheelchairs or mothers with baby carriage are supposed to sit. It was the only place in the front that was empty and I don’t like to sit in the back. The weird and loud people are always in the back and its easier to go out when you sit in the middle right to the door.

 

I pulled out my phone and open iTunes. I chose a playlist called ‘the Buss’ because it is songs that I enjoy listening on the buss, obviously. It was mostly songs by Birdy, The Neighbourhood, the Weeknd, the 1975 and so on.

 

The group of girls sat two seats across from me. They were 5 girls and about 15 years old. They still wore their school uniform. I frowned. It was almost 8 pm. They must have done something after school so they couldn’t go home and change.

 

I turned my head away from them and looked outside.

 

It was dark but the lights from all the stores and the cities overall made me question if it really was evening or afternoon.

 

I like to see how the city is always alive and moving continuously. The city never really sleeps and I think it interesting to see each individual living. Just by seeing a couple buying food makes me think of how their life outside of the shop works. How they met, where they live, if they live together, how long they been dating, even if they’re married and so is interesting in my mind. It may come up as creepy but I like to read and study people.

 

It was only a few stops left before it was my turn to step of. I turned my gaze against the girls as I could sense them staring at me. And they did.

They started to laugh and looked away and I could here when talk loudly through the music in my headphones. Something about ‘oh he noticed’. I couldn’t help but the sides of my mouth twisted and I half smiled a bit. I looked away and saw my own reflection in the mirror. I smiled at myself while I heard them almost shout in embracement. I couldn’t help but feel flattered. They were cute but way to young for me. I could date someone older or maybe a year younger then me, but not a 15 year old girl.

 

I saw that my stop was next and started to get ready to jump off.

 

I closed my jacket and button it as the bus stopped. I stepped off and walked towards Sapeojong.

 

It was a bit colder today so I shrugged my shoulders and walked faster. I saw the glowing sign outside and a sign that said ‘open’.

I walked inside only to get hit of a thick smell of food. My stomach twisted in hunger and I realized now how hungry I actually was.

It was a small fast food restaurant. Or well, maybe it doesn’t count as a fast food chain since they serve “nicer” food here to. But I'd like to call it as that.

 

It was a medium big room with a big desk where you order food. Some tables to sit and eat, a small “bar” table to sit with but they don’t serve drinks and stuff, its only a place where you sit and eat. Jongup and I like to sit there because the chairs are higher and its more comfortable. Its very cozy and I like that the owner is trying to keep the old Korean feeling of it. The walls are light brown and the whole theme is very earthy, which I like. They serve typical Korean dishes here which makes it a popular destination for tourists.

 

It was a few people here. It was Friday night so it quite obvious that people go out and eat.

A few tables were occupied and about five people in the line. A old man, a young couple and two guys about my age. I noticed that one of the guys had a really nice jacket. Actually, his style overall were really good looking. Or well, he were really good looking. His friend had a more laid back style. Not something you recognize nor remember.

 

I pulled out my headphones and stepped into the line behind the handsome man. I usually don’t eavesdrop on people but I couldn’t fail to hear how deep his voice was. Something about this man made me interested.

 

He had black medium long hair. He was a few inches shorter than I and was pretty skinnier then me. He had a black classy jacket and boots. He wore a shirt with a origami print on it. It was birds and boats made out of origami. He had his phone and wallet in his hands. His hands looked really soft and almost feminine. I lifted my gaze upwards to his face. He had brown eyes and a really nice smile. His friend said something and the man laughed. You could see his gum and for some reason I thought it was cute.

 

The man looked up and we got eyecontact and I turned head up and pretended to read the menu on the wall over the desk. For some reason my stomach felt like small butterflies and I heated up a bit. His eyes was really deep.

What the hell Junhong it’s a dude! I mentally slapped myself. It’s a god damn man. Not a pretty girl, a man! Why am I feeling like this.

 

The man turned around as it was his and the friends turn to order. I didn’t pick up what they order but I heard that they bought beer. The age limit here is 21 to buy alcohol so he must be at least 21 then.

 

I tried not to stare at him but it was almost impossible. Even though it was just his back I could see I still couldn’t look away.

They ordered and I picked up my phone.

 

It was 8:20 so if I was lucky I would be right in time at home to watch ‘Parasyte’. It’s a new anime that is really good! The same company who made ‘Attack on Titan’ made ‘Parasyte’ this year. It is a science fiction. It begun as a serie in a magazine until they decided to make a anime tv show of it. Its about a 17-year-old teen named Shinichi, who lives with his mother and father in Tokyo. One night a worm-like creatures called Parasites appear on Earth, taking over the brains of human hosts by entering through their ears or noses. One Parasite attempts to crawl into Shinichi's ear while he sleeps, but fails as Shinichi is wearing headphones, and enters his body by burrowing into his arm instead. In the Japanese version, it takes over his right hand and is named Migi. Because Shinichi was able to prevent Migi from travelling further up into his brain, both beings retain their separate intellect and personality. Together they have to get along to fight all the monsters and other parasytes that tries to take over the earth.

 

The guys had recived their food and they turned around to walk out. The interesting man and I got eyecontact as he walked past me and he disappeared through the door. I felt almost sad that I wouldn’t see him again.

 

I walked up to the cashier.

 

“Yoboseyo.. Ehmm.. I would like fried chicken medium and a big bottle of coke.” I smiled, trying to sound as nice as possible.

 

“Yes.. medium.. bottle of coke..” The man mumbled to himself. “Any thing else?” He looked up from his notes as he had written down my order.

 

I shook my head.

 

“Okey, be right back” He said and turned around “Medium fried chicken!” He yelled for the chefs to know and places the note on the counter so the chefs could see it. Then he bent down to a drink freezer beneath the desk. He put my 2 L coke in front of me.

 

“Its 5000 won (about $5)” He smiled.

 

I picked up my wallet and took out a 5000 won bill and gave it to him.

 

“Thank you” He said and put it into the cash register.

 

A few seconds later he turner around with a white plastic bag with my food in it.

 

“Here” He said and handed me the bag.

 

“Thank you” I smiled and walked out from the restaurant.

 

 

Not caring to change clothes I just threw myself into the couch. I was getting really hungry now and my stomach were required food and fast.

 

I open my coke and gurgled down almost a third of the bottle. I burped because of the sudden extreme intake of carbonic.

 

I the TV and let out a relieving sigh when I saw that it was 14 minutes left before Parasyte starts.

 

I open my package of delicious fried chicken and laid back resting my back at the backboard of the couch. While I ate the interesting man from before came up to my mind. I remembered how deep his eyes were when we got eyecontact. I feel a tingling sensation in my stomach and I smiled a bit. I really don’t know why I’m acting like this. I’m straight. 100%! I’ve never even looked twice at a man, or a boy. Never, not even when I was little.

 

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