Lee WoonHa~FLASHBACK~Even if it didn't show on the outside, WoonHa was slowly diving into madness inside. Of course, his best friend saw it. After the fashion designer's horrid breakup, JoKang took him in. It was the only place he was able to go, since his parent's house wasn't aloud cats. He wouldn't be able to be separated from his cats, they were his life, what kept him going on. It wasn't for him to move in, since JoKang's house was fairly big for his best friend's designing purposes and was allowed to bring in cats. He absolutely adored WoonHa's cats, they were so well fed and perfect pets. They knew he was a good friend, so the trusted him and that made him glad. Couple of weeks after his friend starting staying at his house, he noticed him going through changes. His eating was minimum and his weight was slowly depleting. JoKang confronted his friend about the whole ordeal. He did want to see him descend into chaos, they were practically brothers, twins even. Seeing him depressed made him depressed. He confronted him before breakfast as he was feeding his cats, he put a reassuring hand on WoonHa's shoulder.
"Hyung...Tell me what's wrong." That was all he said that brought the designer to tears as he cried on his shoulder and just screamed out his sorrows. JoKang's eyes were wide as he saw his friend cry, he'd never seen him like this and he knew this was probably the only time he'll ever see it. After the crying had stopped, WoonHa spotted that his cats had heard the commotion as they laying around them. He chuckled as his best friend got up to make breakfast.
An hour later, his friend came out in one of the most frilliest, pink aprons he'd ever laid eyes on. He started to laugh hysterically as JoKang set up the table for a huge breakfast.
"Just eat it and shut up." He pouted as walked away to get more food, being stopped by a pair of arms.
"Babo~!" The friends laughed it off as the cook gave WoonHa a pink, sparkly envelope. His eyes widened as he read the letter. He won. HE WON.
"Aisssh!"~PRESENT TIME~WoonHa was foul, yet pleasant. Reason for his foulness, he would be leaving his cats at home. He most beloved that he would never get rid of. For his pleasant mood, it was a mix of two things. Firstly, JoKang and him have been video chatting since he got into the small limo. They had been talking about events that had happened in high school and then inside jokes that they had. Secondly, in the middle of the video chat, he heard a faint mewl coming from his hand bag. He turned and dug in it, finding his recent kitten he had gotten.
"Gisa, the hell...?" The kitten mewled again with his big eyes that made WoonHa melt inside. He decided to take a nap, he had Gisa carefully in his arms (he had to be careful, Gisa was so small) until he heard the driver grunt out that they were at the mansion. WoonHa rolled the window down and slid his sunglasses down, staring up at the the breathtaking mansion.
"Aigo, so beautiful." He kept the window down as the limo pulled into the driveway. Waiting for the driver to open his door, he fixed his hair a bit and threw his hand bag over his shoulder, then carefully putting Gisa in there with his head still poking out of the bag. As the door opened, he got out as dramatic as he can. He pushed his sunglasses back up to cover his eyes all the while licking his lips sensually, his trademark tongue sliding across. After the door closed, he came out of his reality and looked at the other two people who were already there. WoonHa suddenly recognized the guy, he was that popular Chinese model he's heard about. He licked his lips again as he walked over to the others, wanting to talk to the guy. He wanted to use him as a model for his designing, he hated using dummies. A loud bang brought him out of his thoughts as he turned to his driver.
"Babo! Watch out for my bags!" Hopefully, nothing was broken as the driver nodded and continued to get his bags. The fashion designer looked back up to the model to speak, but he found all 20 of his bags (he had more than the model, he had more materials to carry) behind him and watched as the driver pulled away. It was mysterious, but he didn't linger on it. He turned his attention once again on the model, seeing how professionally dressed he was and made him feel a bit bad at his own choice of clothing.
As he had lots of issues with JoKang always stealing his clothing, he completely changed his wardrobe to obnoxious colors and weird things. It kept JoKang from stealing his clothes since then. His
hair was put up in a up do, with his sunglasses concealing his eyes. His
outfit was way over the top, with his fur coat and plaid pants. He scoffed a little as his kitten mewled for attention.
"Ne, ne Gisa!"he exclaimed as he pulled the kitten out of the bag.
"You wanted my attention? Babo, I always give you attention." He really hoped they didn't think he was insane.
Alan Liu LeePeople off road didn't have time to process the nice
motorcycle that went down the roads and streets. The bike was going so fast, they hardly didn't see the person who was steering the vehicle, but once the caught the glimpse of
the playboy bunny peace sign mark on the helmet, they knew who it was. Alan took pride in his street racing, hell, he held the champion for three years now. No one could come close to being as fast as he was. He loved the feel of the wind hit against him as he whizzed down his way to the mansion. He didn't really trust anybody else to take them there when he could just go himself.
The Japanese-Korean never liked to live on the past. All he wanted to do was think and live the present and near future. No one got anything good for dwelling on the bad things that have happened. He knew he should of helped and made sure his [url]father[/url] had everything in placed and that he had enough to eat. He worried over his father, seeing as his only living parent was a little hopeless and hardly could do anything right, but he still loved his father. Thinking about it, he seemed like the only normal person whose ever loved him. He shook his head at the thought. It was true, he was always being loved by all the wrong people. His looks and actions seemed to attracted every single slut or playboy in the world. It made him shiver at the thought of it. Yes, he was good-looking, but what he wanted was real love. Though, thanks to those people, he didn't believe in love much, but they weren't the whole reason. Blame his dead mother. He didn't care when his mother died. He hated her with all his heart, she actually deserved what had hit her. The prostitute destroyed what was left of his father's self-esteem. Now his father was single because he thought no other woman would want him. It almost brought tears to his eyes, how could that stupid...bitch just ruin his father like that? Rounding a corner, I saw the big mansion in his sight. He almost stopped his motorcycle at the beauty of the place.
He didn't stop his motorcycle until he was in the driveway, parking it a little away from the other winners that were standing there. He turned the ignition off as he kicked out the stand, getting off his seat and slowly taking off his helmet. Surprisingly, the helmet never messed up his hair. He covered his 'baby' up before grabbing his luggage out of the pack on the back. It didn't bring that much, he could live off little things. As he walked over to the other three standing there. Since he was the fourth, they were all here. Once he saw the adorable creature in the bag of one of them, he stopped. His obsession was coming out, how much he wanted to hold the kitten and cuddle it. He suppressed the feeling and just put his hands in his pockets of his
outfit. He did have to say, he did look snazzy in his suit.