goodbye.
| 방용국 bang yongguk.
| nineteen. freshman. sig phi.
| mature content. eighteen plus.
goodbye.
I’m desperate at the thought of losing you but you seem like you don’t even want to be kept.
I know who you are. I know what you did. You may think I’m stupid but all that’s left is for me to ignore you.
Jiyoung had just about had it with these girls, and as if they still didn’t leave even though Yongguk had asked them to didn’t work. It really did surprise her, especially after he had pushed her back and asked the group to leave, she had sat back down and grinned evilly at them. “Alright, that is it. If you don’t leave now, we will throw you out.” She said in an angered tone. The girl who had been cussing at her stood up again and made her way unsteadily to Jiyoung, and started yelling again.
“Please miss. Please leave.” She said, ignoring the words the girl said. She sighed. Just as the the girl was about to slap her, Jiyoung grabbed onto the girl’s hand which was in the air, and pushed her back. If it was going to result to violence, it was going to result to violence; but she would try her best to minimize that. Seeing the action that Jiyoung had made, another girl got up and started pulling on her hair. “Y-Yah! Stop that! Yah!” She tried to be free from them, but she just couldn’t as the girl pulled at her hair and the other started to hit her. “yah!”
“Enough!” Yongguk yelled, angrier than ever; the fact that he didn’t get any sleep only getting him more worked up. The boy took ahold of both girls’ collars, pulling them away from his colleague, hauling them so they wouldn’t get the chance to kick their legs or anything or the sort as he headed towards the exit door. The other part of the small group of girls followed him, rather than being thrown out ike the other two. The purple haired employee pushed the girls out on the street before throwing their bags out unceremoniously too, lockng the door as soon as he’s done that.
“Sorry about that; are you okay?” As soon as he was done with them, the boy turned to Jiyoung, talking in a rather worried voice. It was partly his fault for not acting on it sooner and doing the throwing out part when it was really needed. Jiyoung could’ve gotten hurt because of him. Yongguk sighed, making his way over to the table to clean up what was left to clean so they could close up slowly and go home to catch some much needed sleep.
“You really are crazy aren’t you?” she asked him when he motioned for her to get on his back. There was no time to contemplate anymore so Sohee quickly got on his back, his hands cautiously grabbing onto her legs, careful not to let her fall. Her arms hugged Yongguk from the back to his chest, relishing his scent. They were still both wet from the way they played at the fountain earlier. She looked around the city and not even a soul was minding both teenagers, different from how everyone had looked at them before they made their escape from the royal ball.
Time had stopped and it seems like everything stopped in motion. She couldn’t here any of the policemen’s voices anymore. Instead, what she heard was the fast beating of her heart along with the music playing at the back of her head. Happy to lay here, just happy to be here. I’m happy to know you…
She was cut off when he had placed her down. As if coming back to her senses, she quickly regained her composure, fixing her dress and her messy hair. How much have they ran already that she didn’t noticed they were at a clear hiding already? She imagined what everyone would say if ever they saw her like this. She was not presentable anymore, but neither was he. With Yongguk, no pretensions were needed. As far as Sohee knows, she had been honest with him since earlier, showing too much of herself and yet, he didn’t mind at all.
But what was he planning now that they were out of danger? “Wha-” she stopped, choking in the words she was supposed to ask him as he blocked her mouth with his hand. What is with those eyes? There was still too much mystery in it that she wanted to know. Like the numbers in Calculus that she wanted to solve. He was a wreck deep inside. Were they that similar that she could even read him like that?
When he had returned his gaze on her, she was sure that he had caught sight of her staring too as he turned it back, his eyes fixed on her. She grabbed onto Yongguk’s hand in her mouth, held it gently, even played with it for awhile. She hoped it was just fine. “You really made me happy tonight…”
It came as a surprise, a mere honest statement that had the power of making someone’s day, a day that’s been like living hell, perfect. “You really made me happy tonight…” the words remained ringing in Yongguk’s head, a gummy smile adoring the said male’s lips as the simplest words of gratitude leave his mouth to show the female before him how much her words had meant to him at that very moment. A smile, the very smile that worked its way to the girl’s face, made the man even happier, proud to say that his intention in making someone satisfied was a success. The time was passing by slowly and he was having fun which was really rare for the boy as he usually had to pretend.
Pushing the urge to laugh at how pathetic he’s been before he met Sohee today, at the back of his mind, Yongguk winked at her jokingly, holding his hand out, bowing slightly. “Care to join me for a late night coffee? I really don’t have a clue about where else to go and.. the truth is, if I go home now… let’s just say I’m in for a lot of scolding when I do appear there.”
A chuckle escapes the rebel as the dark haired maiden finally reaches for his held out hand, takng it with her warm one. Not hesitating, the musician pulls the girl out of that narrow dark alley that looked like a perfect crime scene, thinking of taking her to his favorite cafe to lose some time. The late night hours were the best for people like them to wander around. It’s always been like this; night’s were his time to think, to think about his every worry and possible solutions without bothering with the fact that someone might intrude on him or disturb him while he was thinking. For a guy with a lifestyle like his, he was made a social elite which he didn’t want to be. He was different, and to them, a pure misfit.
After less than twenty minutes of walking, the man stopped in front of an old looking building, the little miss imperfect next to him, raising her brow delicately upon being led inside by him. The interior looked claustrophobic, the staircase seemingly in a poor stare and the whole hall just looking as if it was going to collapse any minute now. She made a face, Yongguk has caught her with the corner of his eye. Sighing at the judgemental look, he rather pulled her up the stairs, the two acquaintances making their way to the rooftop.
Pushing the heavy door open with his free hand, the purple haired freshman let Sohee outside first, following suit. The city lights were all visible for where they were standing, the ambient reflecting on the small cafe on the roof. The walls of it have been made of glass, making the room seethrough so the customers would be able to enjoy the view.
(Source: bangyongguk-hpu)
Doojoon was surprised by the boy’s closeness. Now that he was closer, Doojoon tried to remember who he was. He was still so familiar, but something about him was clouded. It was as if the something about him was so close Doojoon could nearly reach it, but everytime he tried to his hand went right through it. He could see the boy’s face now, and what had in the past been a general discomfort now transformed into something Doojoon couldn’t explain. He leapt back, his eyes wide, he never thought he’d ever cross paths with this person again. A name, a name, Doojoon couldn’t think of the name. He couldn’t think of why this person was still so significant, why this person had sped up Doojoon’s pulse, why Dojooon was so shocked.
He tried to think back to anything bad happening in his past, nothing. He’d always known himself to live a dull life, free of drama, free of trouble. But, he thought, he was sure - he did know this boy, and something had happened. Everything was so foggy, Doojon couldn’t think straight, he just stared at the boy looking back at him, each one looking as taken aback as the other. Doojoon was the first to speak up because he realized that he, being the one who suddenly jumped back with no warning, was the one acting the strangest. “I-You-D-Do we know each other somehow?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to think of how something so significant could’ve happened that he’d forgotten. Could he have blocked the memory? Or did the boy remind him of something in a past life? What was happening?
A ring and a voice announcing the next stop were what woke Yongguk from his trance. He’s been staring at the man before him for the countless minutes, time passing slowly in his head, the ticking of the time glass much too loud as he tried to place this boy somewhere in his own story. The voice, that voice sounded so familiar as if he’s heard it too many times already but to the question why this person’s been blocked out from his memory, there was no answer. Perhaps it was for the best, to keep him out too, the same as the boy has done with many of his acquaintances. Maybe… But still, there was something indifferent, a surprisingly strong invisible string pulling him closer to that man instead of the usual great force pushing him away from everything and everyone he used to know. So why was he so drawn by this black haired male, why? With too many unsaid questions that he wanted to voice out, the musician took a seat next to the other, gaze lowered as a sigh escaped his lips.
“Hi…” the word that seemed perfect, somehow normal when meeting someone after a long time, fell from the boy’s lips way too fast, the beating of his heart echoing in his ears, being the only thing he could hear at that very moment. The movement, he could feel the train has started moving again under his feet, afraid to look at the boy, afraid that their memory could be to painful to face. Finding the lost time might be a good description for their meeting; and they just sat there with neither speaking a word, the suffocating thoughts left hanging in the thin air and words stuck in their throats as the building lumps. The atmosphere turned from agitating to awkward in a millisecond. It was fast and unpredictable; Yongguk tore his eyes from the floor, silently facing his companion to study his features closely. And then, he remembered.
He nodded back as Yongguk took a seat across from him, he looked down at his coffee before taking another sip. His craving and need for coffee had gotten even stronger than before over the past few days. His addiction was getting worse. Kibum looked up from his coffee to see a piece of paper that the other had offered him. He took it in his hands trying to read and figure out the others techniques in succeeding in this project. He eagerly read the words that had been written on the piece of paper, taking in the the information. He furrowed his brows, for a minute before he realized that the other had used shameful tactics in order to get the project done. He wondered what the outcome was for a moment, maybe it turned out somewhat better than his. But looking up at the other. He sighed quietly before looking down, seeing that he was here alone, at this sort of time, his outcome was probably the same as Kibums. A peaceful silence fell between them. Kibum was never one for company, but seeing now that none of his closest friends had talked to him in days, he was just glad to have someone wanting to be near him without wanting to run away and barf in disgust. He looked up at Yongguk again and then at the waiter who looked like they were going to slap someone any moment. Kibum couldn’t blame them, it wasn’t a normal time to have two customers glancing at each other occasionally and not talking whatsoever.
Raising a brow, he wasn’t sure if Yongguk wanted what he was having. Not many people could take black coffee extra bitter. But Kibum had a feeling that Yongguk wouldn’t care how bitter his coffee was, he could always just order something else. He looked at the paper again and placed it down looking back up at Yongguk. He knew how he felt, he wondered how the others were doing. Maybe they were doing better than him. He pushed the thoughts of the others out of his head, and paid attention to Yongguk as offered him an ear plug, he put it in his ear and closed his eyes listening to the lyrics. It was funny how it somewhat described the situation perfectly. The lyrics made sense. Sighing he opened his eyes and took the ear plug out and gave it back to Yongguk as the song ended.
He took another sip of coffee, as the waiter arrived with Yongguks cup of coffee. He didn’t know what else he could do, he glanced at Yongguk, he just wanted to drown in his sorrows. “I’m Kibum by the way, but you can call me Key.”
The boy glanced at Kibum, seemingly finding the guy the least bit interesting. The way the other reacted to everything was somehow different from what he has expected. Appearing calm, his classmate didn’t wear the disappointed look on his face anymore, but Yongguk guessed he’s already over that part and is at least thinking of some way to get back on his feet because this project might have destroyed all their hard work they’ve put into building up the relationships with their friends. The point being that it took years to build up these friendships and watching it all fall apart in least than a minute was to painful, as if the professor wanted to see their hearts being ripped apart, maybe it was just another manipulating prank she’s put on but this was too much to ever do to anyone, let alone careless students who would do anything for a higher or even only a passing grade. Pathetic, pathetic was the only word Yongguk could think of to describe what Mrs. Jeon has done to them, him gritting his teeth subconsciously while listening to the music blasting from his earphones. The boy closed his eyes, breaking the eye contact with the other, only to sigh in misery again. He really thought this would work;he was aware of how badly the project could affect him but some animalistic insinct kept pushing him to test the limits of it and it backfired a hundred times stronger than his first few hits. Karma really works mysterious ways. Darting his eyes from the darkness behind his closed eyelids, the male looked out the window, the night sky much too grey, same as his mood. Another sigh left his mouth before his attention was back on his table mate. The man was still watching him, apparently just camouflage that he’s been thinking about his problems too.
The boy relucantly gave Yongguk his earplug back, seemingly the music was helping the other calm down. That was the case with most of the studnts in his class anyways, the man remembered as the psychology students were always a bit more emotional than the others as they were taught to sympathize and show as much compassion as they could. It was all a part of their profession, something they all should know. Glancing at the other, the purple haired adolescent was debating on whether to offer the other male his earplug again, to maybe help him calm down or whatever it did to the boy. His thoughts were a mess, he was a mess right now and yet, here he was, thinking how to cheer up a stranger. Maybe it really was the compassion showing but he still had an unfinished project to do and this could be a perfect opportunity. After all, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Payng for the drink that’s been placed in front of him, Yongguk took a hold of the cup, bringing it to his lips before spaeking, ” I’m Yongguk and unless you’re the key to all of my problems, I’m going to call you Kibum.” The male sighed, hoping to make the best out of this situation.
