Park Woobin stands in the kitchen of his apartment at the counter in his nice dress pants, shiny shoes, a dark red button up shirt with a black tie -- and to say he looks fancy would be an understatement. He's playing aimlessly with a postcard in his hand, twirling the thick paper nonchalantly as he rereads the wedding invitation over and over again.
He taps the corner against the marble in minor frustration, and he's pouting.
Why he's pouting when he should be excited to attend a wedding and have a good time with his boyfriend is completely unreasonable. And he knows this, which is the worst part. Woobin knows that this ridiculous and completely irrational reason to be upset about this upcoming wedding is what's destroying his entire mood. And it doesn't make sense.
So he makes sure th
