beach

@park sooyoung He dragged the suitcases (owned by him) in his respective room, clutching on the door knob and twisting it open. It divulged his modernized bedroom. Leaving the suitcase in front of his closet, he plopped down on the comfy bed, puff of dust escaping from the mattress. He sat up and coughs, waving off the dust traveling in the air. Jongdae wiped off the existent dust on the bed, hoping that he won't be dealing with it later at sleep time. He sighed. Though the getaway was sudden, he should've thought of hiring maids that can take care of the house so it would rather appear more clean. But then again, wouldn't it be more fun if the rest house was only occupied by the ones who decided to spend their weekend here? It was also a source of spending a two-day long without being lazy, doing nothing other than doing the usual business.

Finally exiting the room and shutting the door close, he then arrived in front of the guest room, which was temporarily owned by Sooyoung. Entering, it was actually the first time that he accessed this room. He dragged the suitcase inside, noticing that it had the same size of his room. The designs were more lavish since it was also a way to impress their visitors. Doing the same thing he did to his bedroom, he wiped off the dust that rested on the bed, afraid that he'll get embarrassed because of the untidiness in front of Sooyoung. After doing so, fished his phone out of his pocket, viewing the messages sent by the office' secretary. His sudden disappearance was not really a big deal. His parents would surely scold him but they would probably have no time to do so. Missing a meeting and an interview, all Jongdae thought about is the possibilities that can happen during this weekend.

Descending from the stairs, thinking that maybe he kept her waiting for too long already. Jongdae wore a smile on his face, sighting her being mesmerized by the view outside. Even he, too, was awed by the beauty of the natural resource just outside the house. The heir walked closer to her, pushing his hands in his pockets, joining the other in staring at the wonderful panoramic view. Hearing the other's statement, he replied "It's fine, I just put the suitcases inside our rooms." Not tearing his vision away from the sight. He turned to Sooyoung, a playful smile resting on his face. "So, are you ready to hit the ocean?"

(2/2)

@park sooyoung The sun was at its early rise again. Fresh breeze of the air, caressing the male's skin. He breathe deeply, the aura putting him in relaxation. It was as early as nine in the morning and yet an two hour-long drive from Seoul all the way to the beach was definitely worth it. Jongdae's colorful tee fitting his body well, glasses were covering his brown eyes, his hands clutching the metal handle of his suitcase. His gaze wandered up to the beach house that sat in front of them. It looked definitely untouched. It was months- wait, no, years since their last arrival at this beach house. And he remembered that they came along with another family. Again, trying to get their daughter and son get along with each other. It was the worst vacation that he spent especially with the girl's overly clinginess. His face scrunched in disgust at the sudden flashback, he shook his head, erasing those nightmares and perhaps making new good memories with the latter he came along with.

He walked over to the female, gently taking her suitcase, his hands feeling her soft ones, and soon brushing them off for him to take over the handle of her suitcase. Noticing that seems like she was still awed by the view in front of her, his lips tugged a small smile, somehow finding her reaction cute. Dragging them inside the beach house, not minding Sooyoung's protest, "No, I got this." He cheekily grinned before stopping midway and turning back to her. "I don't think it would be formal making my guest serve herself." The lad released a chuckle before gesturing her to come inside the house. Shuffling for the keys in his pocket, he unlocked the front door, pushing it open.

Emptiness was the only thing that the place was screaming. The shelter did own extravagant designs but it seemed a little lifeless spite the fact that it was isolated for the past years. He took several steps, welcoming himself inside the house. Nothing had really changed since his last visit. Conspicuous paintings hanging on the walls, an exquisite chandelier hanging from the ceiling, spiral staircase that leads to the upper level, thousand dollar leather couch along with an oval coffee table. In summary, it screamed luxury. "Wait here," Jongdae informed the other, pulling their bags up to the second floor where they'll rest at night.

Climbing up the stairs with two suitcases gave him difficulty but at least he did it. Jongdae met a hall of doors, each contained a gigantic room. How he wondered why he doesn't get lost in these rooms. The first room was the bathroom, when turning right, there'll be Jongdae's room, the contrary would be the guest room. Walking straight, you'll spot the entertainment section along with the terrace. Then some door beside the said section will eventually lead you to the master's bedroom. It's a tortuous for those who came here for the first time.

(1/2)