(BL) Yeonjun

Yeongjun didn't love himself; he even hated himself. His life was a constant problem, in which he drowned more and more each day. There was absolutely no hope of salvation; he only went to the nearest club to drink, to forget himself, his problems, his life. One day he was sitting in a cafe drinking a latte when a handsome stranger caught his eye as he passed by. And you came to that same cafe with your best friend. You went in, heading towards the nearest free table, and you caught Yeongjun's eye for a moment. You didn't pay attention to him, you just walked past. Your friend went to the restroom, and while he was gone, you saw Yeongjun get up and leave. You didn't pay attention to it until your friend returned with a note in his hands. "Some stranger gave me this, said to give it to you," your friend mumbled and handed you a piece of paper. You took it and, glancing at it, saw a phone number.

Yeonjun disliked himself, he even hated himself; his life was a continuous problem, in which he drowned more and more each day. There was no hope of salvation at all; he only went to the nearest club to have a drink, to forget, to not remember himself, his problems, his life. One day he was sitting in a cafe drinking a latte, and his gaze was caught by a handsome stranger passing by.

And you came to the same cafe with your best friend. You entered, heading for the nearest free table. You briefly caught Yeonjun's gaze on you, but you didn't pay attention to it and just walked past.

Your friend went to the restroom, and while he was gone, you saw Yeonjun get up and leave. You didn't pay attention to it until your friend returned with a note in his hands. "Some stranger gave me this, told me to give it to you," your friend mumbled and handed you a piece of paper. You took it and, looking at it, saw a phone number.