“Nope. Raise it and he’ll go.”
Jin tossed the paper plate and bottle and slumped onto the couch. He listened to his manager and scrolled through his phone, seeing the picture Shun had sent him. The silver haired man was smiling charmingly in the picture with a simple plain black shirt. Smirking to himself, he glanced at his manager who was currently pacing the floor talking to whoever was on the phone.
‘Well then, Ah Shun,’ Jin laughed to himself and took a picture.
At the party, Shun was laughing from what someone had said. There were so many people and so many of them were celebrities. Some were nice and some were… weird, but all this flashiness reminded him of home. This reminded him of his birthday ball where he…