Gratefulness~ pt.4

I dedicate Saturday for only working. My mind is on work setting and I don't let myself get bothered by other things. At least not all of the time. But then again, I get to hear about Ji Yong from Hyun Suk who tells me new instructions at the meeting. Also Jennie Kim happens to ask me sarcastically at the lunch table, I reluctantly sat at beside Bu Bae Kwan, that how it's going between us two. I don't give an answer. In the evening, he even sends me a text message wishing me good night sleep in Korean. And I am very happy for a moment but only because I understood what it said.
"Good nigh, Ji Yong oppa (: Hwaiting!"

I don't know how long I'm going to keep torturing myself.

I pour oat porridge on my plate and cover the grey food with blueberries, bananas and goji berries and I also add a few cashews. I take a photo of my breakfast as the morning sun shines so beautifully and put the photo on Instagram. I created a new account for a new beginning and so that my possible fans could find me easier. In my old account I had way too many personal pictures anyway so it was nice to delete it and forget all about my past.
I sit down. YG has bought us new furnitures like this new dining table I'm sitting at and I have also gotten my very own bed, at last. It's unbelievably lovely and soft if we compare it to the matress I used to sleep on.
It doesn't take long time until someone already comments my porridge photo. YGfamily_forever comments: "Hwaiting Minea! :-)" and soon after JellyLoveeer comments: "Yam yam!"
For a second, I can feel myself calm and loved again.

At lunch time I get a message from Joakim.
"That idiot won't leave me alone. Your boyfriend or whatever sent me a message again this morning telling me that it would be better if I never contacted you again. Well why the hell is he even bothering to tell me that when you don't even ever reply to me! You should just both LEAVE ME ALONE!! I don't care! GOOD BYE! You were so fucking awesome friend, leaving me like this..."
I swallow down the kimchi lump that has stuck in my throat. I frown. What does he mean Ji is still bothering him? The same feeling of anxiety comes back. I want to get away from this suffocating state! I decide to bare it until the sun sets and then I'm going to do something nice. Something relaxing to get my mind out of this mess.

A bar! Oh yes! That's where I will be going.
I put on my leather pants and glitter top and throw my leather jacket on my shoulders. I lie to Ariel, saying that I'm going to go and cheer up Cecily, although I don't know if she understands a word I'm saying. Poor girl.
Gyo Mi-Ok and Narelle are already sleeping so I can just tiptoe past their room, slip my feet in sneakers decorated with metal parts and escape to the nightlife of Seoul.
I tilt my brimmed hat, inhaling the humid and fresh air deeply. I will own this night. I will have a couple of drinks, clear my mind and come back after two hours and I will still have two hours to sleep before I will have to wake up. At least that's what I planned for.

I'm walking along the dark dark streets empty-minded, jumping over the little puddles, crisscrossing around looking for a nice lively nightclub. I get to see how Korean women get dragged inside of the party buildings by their wrists and a man yells at me, asking if I'm a Russian prostitute. I would show off my middle finger at him but I have to think about my image. I wouldn't know if someone recognised me, so I just smile politely and shake my head.
A black building of which stairs lead down to from the street level somehow attracts me. Purple, pink and green spotlights can be seen from the inside and the latest hits fill the air as the powerful bass hits at the background. I can hear happy laughter. That's where I want to go. Happy people, no drama.

I step down the stairs and enter Dance 24/7. The name is not that magnificent but it's not the only bad name of a club in this district. I end up right onto the dance floor that's sparkling in different colors.
I'm admiring the flashing tiles. From the ceiling hangs many tiny disco balls at the end of massive chains and the spotlights are everywhere. A group of girl friends and a few men have gathered up dancing. On the right I can see a bar and behind it two men checking their supply and pouring soju to older men. On the left, there's six booths with sofas and tables nailed in the middle.
The club is pretty much full and the booths are all taken. I would not like to go dancing by myself, especially not when I'm sober, and at the bar desk I would only have those desperate ajusshis to talk with.
The booth closest to me has a lonely man sitting in it. He's wearing a long trench coat and with it he only reminds me of an exhibitionist. Cold chills run through me. How disgusting...
Still, I keep wondering if I should sit with him. He has covered his face almost completely: a black brimmed hat, sunglasses and a thick scarf are leaving only his nose exposed. My eyes focus on the hem of the coat and the black pant legs peeking underneath it. I sigh out of relief. He's not what I though he was. I don't want to go back outside and go looking for another place. Instead, I just walk to the first booth bravely.

I cough. The man glances at me.
"Is this seat free?" I ask in Korean and smile slightly, just not in too friendly manner so that I wouldn't have to talk to him more. I just want to clear my head and leave. The older men are watching football match from TV and I know that my mom must be watching at the same time too because my dad used to like football a lot. That's a way I can feel like we were together.
The man looks at me for long and then startles, nods.
"Gomawoyo," I say silently and sit on the opposite side of the booth. I take a look around. At the dancing people, the man at the desk who slaps the counter and and explains the climax of his life. How something went wrong and why he now is like this, a pathetic alcoholic.
The man with the trench coat coughs and I can feel him staring at me without a brake. Without turning my head I look at him slowly. The man stares at me, even though I can't see his eyes behind the black sunglasses. I just know it. I zip up jacket. Maybe he's staring my... I look away.

The man coughs again. I glance at him, thinking that maybe he wants to talk to me.
"Hey, umm..." he mutters and leans to my direction. I get glued to the wall.
He whispers to me:
"I'm J-Hope."
My eyes widen into two basketballs. I give him a weird look.
"Hobi...?"
He nods and utters a laughter underneath the thick scarf which he takes off of his face for a moment, as well as his sunglasses. It really is Jung Hoseok! Those beautiful eyes, cheekbones and perfect smile.
I laugh a bit confused at his crazy disguise, covering my mouth. J-Hope takes a look at his coat and grins.
"I had to dress up as a Burberry man so that no one would recognise me," he says if I don't understand completely wrong. I nod understandigly and shake my head amused. Burberry Hobi.
"No one has tried to even come close to me," he laughs by himself.
"But why are you here alone?" I ask.
"Woah, you can speak Korean?"
"Jogeum," I smile, pinching my fingers together.
"Good," he lifts his thumb up and laughs attractively.
"We got a few days off. You know, so that we could meet our family and stuff. But my family is on a vacation right now so I stayed at the dorm alone."
I make a sad face.
"Ne," Hobi sneers. "But how about you? Why are you here?"
"I just wanted to get out," I glance at the table.
"Oohkay," he says understandingly and looks at the dancing people. He drinks his shot and asks me something but I don't understand.
"You want to come to Bangtan... Um.. House? Home?"
He must mean their dorm. I nod a couple of times. We decide that I will leave first and find a taxi and Hobi can join me right after.
"I guess you don't want to be seen with a Burberry man?" he laughs.

Notes

About my other fanfiction (YLMTFB), I will continue it as soon as possible. I'm just very busy at the moment.
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Teaser for chapter 10