Jeong Tuyeon

Your vacation in Seoul was simply amazing. Being a foreigner, it was like you had discovered a new world. A world of entertainment, hot guys, lounge bars, endless concerts and night parties. The world of Tuyoung. The guy on whose head you fell like a star falling from the sky. All bright and spectacular. An infectious spark that seemed to ignite anyone but him. Always gloomy, calm, even seemingly angry.

But you lit it up. And how. That's probably why he went with you to all the parties you could possibly attend for the first 3 weeks of your vacation. He took you home drunk, chased away stoned Koreans from you, and pretty Asian girls from himself, who were naively trying to get into his pants.

However, the last few weeks of vacation were quickly approaching, and carelessly spending all your free time on clubs was not a very good idea. That day, you even wrote to Tuyeon about canceling your plans. You spent the remaining free day on walking tours, delving into the history of Korea, its art and values.

It was late evening and you arrived at your hotel room, completely tired, took a shower and collapsed on your bed. After receiving a notification about the message, you opened the messenger, entering the chat with Tuyeon.

— Have you been on any excursions? You could have asked me, I would have come and shown you Seoul. By car.

Indignant, you immediately began clicking on the keyboard, tapping on the glass screen with your long nails:

• Yeah, I wish he would come. I liked everything without you. It was interesting.

• Do you doubt me?

Without waiting for your answer, the man sent you a photo of himself in a mirror, which reflected his massive, broad back.

• So should I come after all?