i still am-
『#001. Chapter One』
adorned in this small room
Fandom; Super Junior (슈퍼주니어)
Paring; Kibum (기범) & Donghae (동해)
Notes of Interest; First Person. Alternate Universe.
Mandatory comment to the world, I rarely go to parties on a Saturday night. There was a strict yet casual timetable that I followed on a Saturday night which mainly included studying and StarCraft, the latter being the most important. So, it shouldn’t have been a surprising response to Heechul (the pompous prick) that if I didn’t want to go to this party then that meant ‘I didn’t want to go to this party.’ Obviously it didn’t compute to his overly-witty (I’m being sarcastic) mind, as the conversation we shared was basically this-
“Heechul, I’m not going to a party of a friend of yours,” I stated passively. “You know better than anyone in the whole world that I don’t like parties.”
“Oh, come on. Just come with me, and meet real people and talk about things other than what strategy you’ve come up with to sabotage the opposing team! Yeah, I know what you’re talking about when you think I’m asleep. And let me tell you, you have really bad strategies,” he retorted in the effort to persuade me.
But degrading my StarCraft skills? That wasn’t going to him very far.
“No,” I repeated in an annoyed tone.
After my response he gave a large sigh. At first I thought he was just going to frown and walk away; but I caught a glimpse of that scary, dog like half-grin-half-wink expression. I knew right then that he was going to say or do something that would force me to go. And guess what, he did.
“If you don’t go, I’m going to pay some AIDS infested prostitute to rape you in your sleep. I’m not sure your mother would like the sound of that news either,” he threatened with a cheery and evil little voice.
Initially, I didn’t take him seriously but like many things, my thoughts changed after giving it some attention. One: with the way Heechul looked and dressed, I was certain that he had been exposed to a brothel at a very young age; two: he always joked about meeting his pimp whenever he would go out grocery shopping (which was basically every month); three: my mother was a strict Catholic and replacing my virtue for disease would lead to my ultimate demise and four: after my lack of response, he picked up his phone, dialed, put it on loud speaker and started to chat animatedly about my soon-to-be rape with some stranger who sounded like a transvestite frog.
Afraid for my life, I complied with Heechul’s wishes. And that was how I ended up going to a party on a Saturday night. Mental note to self; murder Heechul.
After ten seconds into the party, Heechul had abandoned me to talk to his friends. I was plenty sure that one of them was the transvestite frog as he or she winked at me after having Heechul whisper into his or her ear. Mental reminder; kill Heechul tonight. However, after enduring the first half-hour of the party, I was exposed to things I didn’t want to be exposed to. The party had only resulted in a lot of weird, idle chit-chat with the guests that were scattered amongst the cramped apartment; some of who I knew and some of who were total strangers.
Chat #1 (25 minutes ago)
“Kibum? Oh! Kibum! It’s you!” exclaimed Leeteuk (the host). “I haven’t seen you in almost a lifetime. Why, last time I remember you were this tall.” Once Leeteuk said that statement, he had placed his open palm next to his knee. And the thing was, the last time I saw him was only six weeks ago.
“I think you’re experiencing Alzheimer’s, hyung,” I replied with a polite smile. It was true for the most part; he was practically the oldest person at his own party.
“And you’re still as cute as ever!” I then concluded that Leeteuk was high once he attempted to pinch my cheeks.
Chat #2 (13 minutes ago)
“Hey, hey, hey; Kibum! I’d like you to meet Henry and Zhoumi. They’re exchange students from China,” said Hankyung as he showed off his two friends. They were practically stuck to him like glue. In my opinion, Hankyung was probably just excited that he wasn’t the only foreigner in the room; despite the fact that he’s lived here for about three years and everyone stopped caring about his Chinese roots.
“Nice to meet you two,” I replied shaking hands with Henry and Zhoumi, who both seem very timid.
“You guys will get along great; you have a lot in common. Henry and you are both from America-“
“I’m from Canada,” Henry (I think) interrupted in muffled Korean.
“-and you and Zhoumi both have funny noses,” he finished, whilst giving a little nod to Henry in act of apology.
“Thanks Hankyung,” I replied unappreciatively.
Chat #3 (7 minutes ago)
“Hello, Kibum” greeted a modest Shiwon. Once I heard his voice I knew not much progression in conversation would be made, as the both of us were a bit quiet and reserved. Excluding Shiwon’s overly excitable hand and face gestures.
“Hello, Shiwon”
Silence.
“How’s university?” he asked when he noticed me transit from standing to leaning.
“It’s okay.” I answered in the same blank tone.
More silence.
“I’m going to get another drink,” I stated abruptly.
“Do you want me to get it for you instead?” he questioned, whilst adding an unnecessary gesture that made him seem chivalrous. In response, I shook my head, afraid that if I had said anything would continue a dominoes effect of circling body gestures.
There were many more chats in-between but none that were significant enough to mention. Sipping the alcoholic beverage in my hands, I racked my brain thinking of something to do. It had to be an isolated task and a task that was actually beneficial. I found it funny that the first thing that I looked at was my cup of alcohol. A lot of other candidates popped up like dancing (something I never did out of enjoyment), talking (did that) and murdering Heechul (it would have caught everyone’s attention). Though, the only task that attracted me most was the scenic view from the apartment’s balcony.
It wasn’t that I was wired wrongly, especially in the situation that I’m at a party for goodness’ sake; but I liked looking at the city lights of Seoul. As a photography student (who had a passion in it) it was inevitable for me to be attracted by the world’s scenery, whether it was natural or man-made. Heechul had nicknamed me Snow White because-actually, that reason had nothing to do with my interest in scenery. Weaving myself through the party guests, I made it to my destination.
Only to be surprised by someone being there before me.
So much for finding the perfect activity.
Before I could walk away, however; I stared at the person and the view that was past him. It was nice-comforting even. His back was to me and the wind was rushing pas him, if I had had my camera it would have been nice to add to my collection. The atmosphere suddenly changed once the stranger jumped up with the railing in his grip and started to lean forward.
In about a nanosecond, it occurred to me that he would die if he were to lean further and let go.
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