Babo
4 bottles of soju and 6 cans of beer scattered throughout the room. A suit jacket on the chair, a snap-back cap on the table, a pair of ripped jeans on the floor and two men on the couch. Scents of alcohol, sweat and cologne. Seungri traced the tattooed letters. Moderato. “Ji…” Seungri whispered in Jiyong’s ear, “Saranghae.” Jiyong kissed his lips lightly and smiled, “babo.” His slender fingers made their way down Seungri’s body. Seungri sighed.
Now, everything had changed.
***
Those fingers were now softly stroking a woman's hand under the table. The table was glass. Jiyong had introduced her a few minutes ago; Seungri had already forgotten her name. In fact, as soon as Jiyong appeared, holding the door open for the jet-black haired beauty, as soon as Seungri caught the look Jiyong gave her as she thanked him for his chivalry, everything had been a blur. Seungri’s eyes were fixed on Jiyong as memories played through his mind. Brief touches, gazes held longer than they should have, playful teasing. Actions interpreted as flirting, as interest, as love. Actions that, before last night, were all Seungri had. As the number of glasses on the table multiplied, Seungri waited for the familiar signs from Jiyong.
Nothing.
Not a glance.
Everything had changed.
The black-haired girl smiled up at Jiyong and rested her head on his shoulder. Jiyong pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “babo.”
Seungri pushed his chair back and stood up. He walked towards the door and opened it half-way. Seungri glanced back. The group laughed and gossiped in the dimly lit bar.
No one looked his way.
No one noticed he left.
Babo.
Now, everything had changed.
***
Those fingers were now softly stroking a woman's hand under the table. The table was glass. Jiyong had introduced her a few minutes ago; Seungri had already forgotten her name. In fact, as soon as Jiyong appeared, holding the door open for the jet-black haired beauty, as soon as Seungri caught the look Jiyong gave her as she thanked him for his chivalry, everything had been a blur. Seungri’s eyes were fixed on Jiyong as memories played through his mind. Brief touches, gazes held longer than they should have, playful teasing. Actions interpreted as flirting, as interest, as love. Actions that, before last night, were all Seungri had. As the number of glasses on the table multiplied, Seungri waited for the familiar signs from Jiyong.
Nothing.
Not a glance.
Everything had changed.
The black-haired girl smiled up at Jiyong and rested her head on his shoulder. Jiyong pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “babo.”
Seungri pushed his chair back and stood up. He walked towards the door and opened it half-way. Seungri glanced back. The group laughed and gossiped in the dimly lit bar.
No one looked his way.
No one noticed he left.
Babo.