Noir

I loved traveling but seriously hated the plane rides. If someone were to invent a better means of transportation I'd jump all over it. Then again, it's not like I'm afraid of flying but instead find it boring as hell.

"Are you doing alright sir? Would you like something to drink?" A flight attendant asked. Her large brown eyes that reminded me of acorns and her long wavy brown hair did in an uncomplicated style made her appear graceful. A nice and beautiful girl for any single guy. A single guy like me.

"No thank you."

"Yes sir." She gave a bright smile and walked away. What a walk, her legs seemed to go on forever. She met up with another flight attendant, glanced my way and started a giggle/ blush fest.

Never mind. I don't want her.

After taking a few pictures of the clouds, my shoes and the first class area I dedicated the rest of my time to much needed rest. I'd be in France in a few hours for a business party, I needed to be my best.

Time had felt as if it sped up, mixing and collapsing within itself. It became as free as the wind, as shapeless as the sea and as dangerous as the protective lioness. Either way it wasn't long before flight 460 touched down on the blacktop of Roissy Charles De Gaulle airport. A sudden jolt caused an uproar among many passengers.

I awoke waiting patiently for the cloudy world around me to clear. On cue my phone buzzed before Power by Kanye West blasted over the departing crowd.

"Yeoboseyo?"

I stood, stretched and gathered my things, for some reason I wanted to be the last person off. Sometimes even I didn't understand myself.

"Yeah, I just landed." I replied to the other speaker. It was one of the presidents of some company. He was confirming my attendance to the gala. Last thing I really wanted was some stuff shirt constantly nagging me about something that wasn't so serious.

It was important, but not serious.

**************

The room flooded with Prada to Tom Ford. Nothing less than the best. I strolled around the room, chatting with men that could make my career soar higher and models who happen to be fans. Cameras flashed from every corner. Champagne ran down a hundred glasses in a well put together water fall. All the latest hit songs filled the empty air as background noise. A playground for the rich and famous.

"They give me hope, the fans. I pray they stay safe and support me and the rest of Big Bang always." I stated a few times.

I had about ten drinks before I realized how bored I had become. Don't get me wrong, I love parties that will better myself but, this one I just couldn't get into. I feel weird.

Almost like I'm missing something. I needed air.

It was already night as I walked out into the winter night. Thin ice cracked underneath my shoes. White puffs of air appeared through the bitter cold every time I breathed. Sort of like a dragon. The street lights were misty and the moon hung like an ornament in the midnight sky. The bare tree limps moved along with the blistery winds. They ached for the summer heat. It was a true winter wonderland.

"Watch where you're going girly!" The shouts of a random man brought me back to reality. I looked up, mostly out of habit, to see what the commotion was about.

A girl with large green eyes and black luxurious, curly, waist-lenght hair stood opposite of me. Her skin was deeply- tanned, like she was a mixture of cultures. She, like the flight attendant had long legs. Unlike the other, this girl was curvy. she reminded me of an hour glass. Not too skin and not too fat. Perfect.

She asked me something in French. Shit, I couldn't get over how great she looked in white to tell her I didn't speak her language.

"Is there something wrong?" She said in English this time. That I knew, but damn was she beautiful. I couldn't seem to find my voice.

"Are you American?"

'Are you single?' I thought. I hate it when I lost my voice in front of attractive women. G-Dragon wouldn't have a problem right now, no, he'd make a move and ask her out. But I wasn't GD at the moment, I was only me. Only Kwon JiYong.

"British?"

'Shit. Say something!' I basically screamed at myself.

"Fine. Whatever, What do you want then?"

'Ok, I got this. One. Two. Three.'

"Let me buy you a drink." It came out a lot cooler than I expected. I surprised myself.

It became even more surprising when she agreed. Shit. My heart raced the more I thought about it. I toned in to notice that she was still talking. She said something along the lines of ,"I'm Jean by the way. And you?"

I replied as calmly as possible. It wasn't until she clamped onto my arm that I felt light headed yet free. I was melting on the inside, sort of like butter but it was sweet. I can't really explain it, but I know it wasn't something I had witnessed before.

What was that feeling I felt?

Notes