Unforgettable (G-Ri Version)
1.2 Garbenet Sauvignon
"That man? He looked quite good."
Seungri choked a bit, blushing as he stared at Bom, his friends and his brother's fiancee, who also helped in Muse.
"Which guy?" He still tried to cover up his shock. Failed. Totally.
Bom grinned. "You're easily read, you know?"
Seungri flushed again. Shocked how transparent he was. He built a wall for his own world too often until he didn't realize everyone was watching every span of his effort from outside.
"Should I help?"
With the simple offer, he felt like trapped by the very panic. Seungri didn't like to interact to anyone. For him, socialization was a Facebook account rarely used, Twitter status rarely updated, blog without any name often updated. Sitting in a wine house full with people was like an training to get along in a big scale, but conversation was never included.
"Just kidding." Bom poked Seungri's nose and laughed. "No need to be panic like that. But, seriously, if you need my help, just tell me. Seunghyun doesn't have to know". There was a flash of mischief in Bom's gaze when she called Seunghyun's name -his brother who was so possessive with his younger brother didn't really need to know, for now.
Seungri nodded, half-kindheartedly. Still doubtful as Bom's 'help' often brought shame accidents for him. He remembered vividly, the result of his blind-date with an action figure collector who had ever been introduced to him. He spent full one hour merely to pretend to understand everything about manga. Or the narcissistic who liked to talk about himself, as if the magazine profile wasn't sufficient to peel out the intricacies of his life. Or, a middle-aged man with a distended abdomen that Junsu knew through the internet, and used a sham photo for his display picture profile. No, that was enough.
Yet, actually, Bom didn't need to help him at all.
As the man had been standing in front of him right now.
***
Strawberry.
Seungri smelled like strawberry. Not the aroma of wooden house or the crackling water like he had thought.
It'd been long enough for JiYong not to meet a guy like Seungri. How explained it.....? A simple guy with the white shirt and blue jeans that was worn on the bottom stepped by his shoes. Glasses, black hair natural. His expressionless face when facing him -for awhile, JiYong didn't know whether Seungri would smile or turn away.
Seungri didn't do anything. He was just silent, like holding back his breath.It felt like so impossible to get along when he was alone there.
"Hello."
Seungri nodded, and didn't ask him to go.JiYong regard it as a time to interrupt his time.
"Are you a regular guest here?"
Seungri shook his head, a short. My brother is the owner. His voice was soft, higher a level from a whisper, but JiYong still could hear it clearly. His gesture pointed to a guy behind the bar, talking romantically with one of his female workers.
"Oh". JiYong lost his words for awhile; something that rarely happened. His gaze fell on the laptop. Not realizing his screen was empty for long enough. "What are you writing?"
"Fiction."
JiYong once thought, merely the short answer he would get. Almost he went away, instead of standing there like an idiot. But, then, Seungri carried on his answer, still in the same gentle sound.
"Actions, full of conflicts. Detective games. Mysteries. Murderers. A long session in a court. Things that are beyond humans' mind. Words not said by normal people. But they must be heard logical.
Like CSI?" JiYong was getting familiar with some titles of the films.
"Yes, just like Mary Higgins Clark. John Grisham. Arthur Conan Doyle." Seungri called a few names, but they all sounded strange to JiYong. He never like reading books. Spending a few hours disappearing in a world, which wasn't his, wasn't something interesting for him. Plus, he had no time.
In a common circumstance, he would nod and give a smart comment, as if he lived and breathed in a literature world. Like a chameleon, he afforded. But, today, he didn't want to be pretending. When he admitted his dislike toward books to Seungri, the latter was only silent. "Maybe you're a type of man that would appear as a cast in a book. Not someone reading books, but written in it, or write it.
Do you think so?"
Seungri shrugged, not giving any clear answer. JiYong thought it was the end of their conversation, and the next day, they would go back to the corner where they used to be, as if this conversation never happened. However, not knowing what changed his mind, then taking a seat in front of the latter, in front of the square table, right beside the clear window. For him,it was the unspeakable question. And the latter didn't make any voice; letting the silence become the answer for the question.
Maybe, JiYong only needed someone to warm the emptiness in his life. Maybe, Seungri merely needed accompanied. Maybe, they actually needed each other.
They spent the night sitting in front of each other beside the window.
Then, at eleven o'clock, JiYong asked for leave, leaving the empty screen, with the cursor flickering emptily.
***
There was only a sentence written there: His eyes were dark brown.
***
an: Here's the chapter one!! I spend almost three hours to translate it /sighs. Gonna update next week ^^
"That man? He looked quite good."
Seungri choked a bit, blushing as he stared at Bom, his friends and his brother's fiancee, who also helped in Muse.
"Which guy?" He still tried to cover up his shock. Failed. Totally.
Bom grinned. "You're easily read, you know?"
Seungri flushed again. Shocked how transparent he was. He built a wall for his own world too often until he didn't realize everyone was watching every span of his effort from outside.
"Should I help?"
With the simple offer, he felt like trapped by the very panic. Seungri didn't like to interact to anyone. For him, socialization was a Facebook account rarely used, Twitter status rarely updated, blog without any name often updated. Sitting in a wine house full with people was like an training to get along in a big scale, but conversation was never included.
"Just kidding." Bom poked Seungri's nose and laughed. "No need to be panic like that. But, seriously, if you need my help, just tell me. Seunghyun doesn't have to know". There was a flash of mischief in Bom's gaze when she called Seunghyun's name -his brother who was so possessive with his younger brother didn't really need to know, for now.
Seungri nodded, half-kindheartedly. Still doubtful as Bom's 'help' often brought shame accidents for him. He remembered vividly, the result of his blind-date with an action figure collector who had ever been introduced to him. He spent full one hour merely to pretend to understand everything about manga. Or the narcissistic who liked to talk about himself, as if the magazine profile wasn't sufficient to peel out the intricacies of his life. Or, a middle-aged man with a distended abdomen that Junsu knew through the internet, and used a sham photo for his display picture profile. No, that was enough.
Yet, actually, Bom didn't need to help him at all.
As the man had been standing in front of him right now.
***
Strawberry.
Seungri smelled like strawberry. Not the aroma of wooden house or the crackling water like he had thought.
It'd been long enough for JiYong not to meet a guy like Seungri. How explained it.....? A simple guy with the white shirt and blue jeans that was worn on the bottom stepped by his shoes. Glasses, black hair natural. His expressionless face when facing him -for awhile, JiYong didn't know whether Seungri would smile or turn away.
Seungri didn't do anything. He was just silent, like holding back his breath.It felt like so impossible to get along when he was alone there.
"Hello."
Seungri nodded, and didn't ask him to go.JiYong regard it as a time to interrupt his time.
"Are you a regular guest here?"
Seungri shook his head, a short. My brother is the owner. His voice was soft, higher a level from a whisper, but JiYong still could hear it clearly. His gesture pointed to a guy behind the bar, talking romantically with one of his female workers.
"Oh". JiYong lost his words for awhile; something that rarely happened. His gaze fell on the laptop. Not realizing his screen was empty for long enough. "What are you writing?"
"Fiction."
JiYong once thought, merely the short answer he would get. Almost he went away, instead of standing there like an idiot. But, then, Seungri carried on his answer, still in the same gentle sound.
"Actions, full of conflicts. Detective games. Mysteries. Murderers. A long session in a court. Things that are beyond humans' mind. Words not said by normal people. But they must be heard logical.
Like CSI?" JiYong was getting familiar with some titles of the films.
"Yes, just like Mary Higgins Clark. John Grisham. Arthur Conan Doyle." Seungri called a few names, but they all sounded strange to JiYong. He never like reading books. Spending a few hours disappearing in a world, which wasn't his, wasn't something interesting for him. Plus, he had no time.
In a common circumstance, he would nod and give a smart comment, as if he lived and breathed in a literature world. Like a chameleon, he afforded. But, today, he didn't want to be pretending. When he admitted his dislike toward books to Seungri, the latter was only silent. "Maybe you're a type of man that would appear as a cast in a book. Not someone reading books, but written in it, or write it.
Do you think so?"
Seungri shrugged, not giving any clear answer. JiYong thought it was the end of their conversation, and the next day, they would go back to the corner where they used to be, as if this conversation never happened. However, not knowing what changed his mind, then taking a seat in front of the latter, in front of the square table, right beside the clear window. For him,it was the unspeakable question. And the latter didn't make any voice; letting the silence become the answer for the question.
Maybe, JiYong only needed someone to warm the emptiness in his life. Maybe, Seungri merely needed accompanied. Maybe, they actually needed each other.
They spent the night sitting in front of each other beside the window.
Then, at eleven o'clock, JiYong asked for leave, leaving the empty screen, with the cursor flickering emptily.
***
There was only a sentence written there: His eyes were dark brown.
***
an: Here's the chapter one!! I spend almost three hours to translate it /sighs. Gonna update next week ^^