I came to Korea with a goal and determination.
I would not get the yellow fever.
I would not be into guys with perfect style and man bags.
I would shun the popped collars and the carefully styled hair.
I would not yield!!
.....
But some things change.
I feel like its been a long time coming.
And now, I'm sick with it.
One reason:
Jung-min.
I'd like to think we're in love. But don't tell his girlfriend (of 1202 days, mind you).
Also, what might have pushed the fever above 100 degrees was a certain beautiful Korean man I met on Sunday. And if you're lucky, you'll read more about him later.
And if not I'll still write a weirdly creepy confession of my random obsession of him at a later date.
I'm here to please!
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