Boring.
The food was boring; the music was boring; the company was worse than boring. It was like every other birthday party he had ever had… the level of bore was ridiculous.
Yoo Youngjae sighed as he leaned against the balcony and stared at the clear night sky. He should have expected his twentieth birthday celebration to be no different. After all, he barely knew even a handful of the attendees. Most were there as a form of respect to his aristocratic father; they could care less about the brat of the house. But, nonetheless, they made sure to attend the party as if they were celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ himself.