Jeong. Olixander had heard through the grapevine about the Jeongs. Or at least of their existence, nothing material. As he appraised them both now, the smaller (Seojin?) and the taller (he’d already forgotten), something felt just this side of off about their relationship, but he didn’t care enough to see it through. The irritation obviously lacing the smaller one’s voice was amusing enough.
They turned to go but not without another glance from the extraordinarily attractive one. Olixander beamed at him and snickered behind his teeth at the slight huff the brother gave. His two idiot friends had already turned away, none the wiser, but he watched as the Jeongs sauntered off. “See you,” he echoed, thoughtfully.
They turned to go but not without another glance from the extraordinarily attractive one. Olixander beamed at him and snickered behind his teeth at the slight huff the brother gave. His two idiot friends had already turned away, none the wiser, but he watched as the Jeongs sauntered off. “See you,” he echoed, thoughtfully.