bohemian ME [prologue] nameless limits and the process of breaking rules

They met in the most cliche settings possible, him both, on brick stoned sidewalks overshadowed by towering skyscrapers with an abundance of colored chalked roof tents for readings of Calvin Klein, Chanel, and Louis Vuitton all lining along each other as if they weren’t competitors but rather siblings sharing a one space bedroom. Corny elevator music was playing in local cafes with their constant chiming of bells and fashionable visitors in for a taste of fresh rainy mornings warmed by caffe americanos or the famous caramel macchiato dipped by cinnamon toasted bagels or ganaches for the sugar addicts. Down the strip of broadway, resting somewhere around the corner but not quite stood ‘bohemian Me’ , painted in red oblique letters on black walls and white crystals, the building standing tipped on the ground as though its architectural image was a diamond in the rough. This here, next to a run down secondhand bookstore on the left, thrifting “goodwill” on the right side was comically ironic for the world but acted wonderfully on the students part of realizing their inner self-passiveness. “bohemian Me” true to its name was haven for the idle avant-garde students, a training place for musical and artistic ignorance whom very much all unapologetically disregarded everything outside its walls as very well.. pretty much inside.

However at this time there was hardly anybody, bohemian Me was utterly quiet, still with occasionals corruptions of a contrived something behind the ‘employees only’ place. The employees are nowhere in site, ‘cept one concealed behind the coffee stained counters who is now dozing off to probably underground music on his ipod, earphones in and out as though it was an act of carelessness that fitted with the theme. He doesn’t notice the a pair of eyes through the window cause’, first looking through the translucent hours and then the main entrance to the place. Wide eyed and sight focused makes the person look like a deer in headlights, it would’ve made anybody awake from a moment of drowsiness.

Kyungsoo pouts at the empty view greeting him early morning. Luhan, a friend of his had recommended the place ‘between opposites’ knowing full well the artistic talents in the doe eyed boy and decided that the perfect place for Kyungsoo to reveal his inner self was ‘bohemian Me’, uncorrupted by plagiarism but more on the revolution side as Paul Gauguin puts it. Its more on the parallel universe that reads ‘bored and free singles, now who wants to mingle’ sort of place, almost melancholic even though it looks nothing like it, just the air was like that at the time. Between the vortex of cold smoke and and enduring setting, Kyungsoo decides to leave before he too gets captured by the ‘wonders’ of freedom and takes off back the way he came from, hands tucked in a vintage leather jacket that made him gloomy just thinking about the marks getting carved a thousand dollar piece just from a few books and Records on his shoulders. A wry grimace marks his face while looking around for something to eat, a sweet ganache would be nice at this hour, he had always been a er for sweets even though Luhan would surely yell at him for it later. Well, pulling the deer in headlights look always warmed the male up sooner or later.

The cliche part of this is that it’s not even because Kyungsoo had bumped into Kai for him to be awestruck by the other, doesn’t trip over him either when he ties his shoes or something. No it’s much more cliche than that, to the point of fingers curling madness and all that which makes a person rip paint off their walls. Because Kyungsoo doesn’t even interact with him, he had seen the reflection of a pristine figure off the glass of Calvin Klein Jeans and first mistaken it for the ad model had turned around the second time and check whether he was mistaking a really realistic commercial product or that there really was an immaculate god on Earth behind him. There was, dressed in shamelessly casual attires as though he’s saying ‘i’m gorgeous without even trying’ and apparently was also looking at him. After that, as Luhan discerns the story as a Shojo Manga in all its glory, Kai had already made his way over, feet doesn’t even seem to touch the floor while Kyungsoo is still gawking, silently thanking for the choice of fashion he picked that day.

Kyungsoo had expected Kai to greet him with a hello, jaunted over with a simple ‘how is the weather today’ or something awkward so that he’d be able to laugh and say how cute that was and they’d go on from there. But he doesn’t. Instead Kai is grinning, a sly upward smirk while pointing to his backpack and then left him there pondering what the hell had just happened and why isn’t he running after the walking sculpture when he realizes. Oh... his backpack was open, his phone was gone, and apparently stationaries of all colors and types lined the path he’d just walked. ing perfect morning...