Meeting a Real Bad Boy
I Can be Tough
JI YONG
My idea seems a little less brilliant with every step i take in the direction of the park by my house, and by the time i get close enough to see a dark figure sitting on the swing, i'm feeling like the king of all pabo's. The figure has it's head down and i think maybe if i dive for the bush right now and stay close to the ground, it'll be like i was never here. I was in the middle of crouching, ready to spring, when i hear my name being called.
"Ji Yong! That you?! Bro, it's been like forever." Who the are you calling 'bro' you insolent little....
"SeungHyun! Wow, you'v changed huh?" He jumps off the swings and swagger, yes he swaggers, over to me. I can't help but be reminded of a pirate movie. He leans forward and grabs my chin in his hand. I'm losing patience with his little bad act.
"Wow hyung, that face. You don't even need long hair, just a pretty dress and i'd buy it." a dress? How 'bout a pair of heels, then i could kick your balls in, little bastard.
"SeungHyun-ah! Don't be mean, i used to take care of you in middle school." He did not just brush his thumb over my bottom lip. HE.DID.NOT.
"Middle school was a long time ago, hyun," he says and he's suddenly leaning in. I don't think so, brat. Before i even know what i'm doing i lift my right knee and direct it straight for his crothc. He gives a high yelp and he's down. For one moment, the tiny little millisecond that his head goes down in pain and his eyes turn away from my face, i let a satisfied smile flash on my lips. A millisecond and then it's gone replaced by false concern.
"SeungHyun! I'm so sorry, you startled me!" The breath is nocked out of me and before i can realize what's going on my back is pressed against hard concrete and Seungri's pained expression is only an inch away from my face.
"Startled my , you little bithc! And it's Seungri, get it right. You don't think i know why you called me? What, mamma's boy sick of being perfect? wanted to rebel a little?" I try to kick but he's got my legs pinned to the ground with his knees. I'm not strong enough to push him off with my arms. He grabs my collar and shakes me, causing my head to smack the ground hard.
"So you call the only bad boy you know out to the park at 2 in the ing morning. What did you think was gonna happen? We were gonna smoke a few sigs, you were gonna get a little drunk and go home to Umma showing her what a bad boy her baby can be? Well that's not how it's gonna work." He presses his mouth against mine and i can taste shrimp and alcohal on his breath. I feel his tounge trying to shove through my clenched teeth. This insolent little brat. I think we'r done here. I stop pulling at his hair, which is obviously having no effect, and reach down to grab his balls through his jeans, twisting hard. He gasps in pain and i smash my forhead against his, rolling over so i'm on top. I scramble onto my feet and place one sneaker over his crocth.
"Listen Seungri, you better start playing nice or you can kiss the possibility of having kids goobye." I press down a little and his face twists in pain, both his hands gripping my ankle.
"Hyung, i'm sorry. Don't be this way, i was a little drunk. Come on, let's play nice."
And this is the first time. This is the first time that i've let myself slip, let the angry voice inside my head which had been slowly growing bigger and bigger take over. And i let myself smile down at Seungri, a real smile, a nasty smile, not that fake good boy smile that makes my mouth hurt. And as he looks up at me and grabs my outstretched hand, as i hoist him to his feet and his scared expression turns into a respectful one, an approving one, i feel a thin (very very thin, but at leats it's something) coil of barbed wire slowly slip off my chest.
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After all the he pulled in the park, i can see that Seungri hasn't really changed a lot. He still jumps a little too much, still looks happy a lttle too often, still laughs a little too loud. Still trying to get attention any way he can. And as he presents his motorcycle to me, puffing out his chest proudly, i can't help but smirk and think that Daesung might get along pretty well with him. I'm about to put on the helmet he offers me when he grabs my hand and pouts a bit.
"Hyung, you're not really wearing those glasses to meet my friends are you?"
"What's wrong with my glassess?"
"Nothing really it's just.... Their glasses... and my friends are cool." i lift an eyebrow.
"Glassess aren't cool?" But he just smiles and i take them off before getting on the motorcycle behind him. He starts it off and we'r flying. I've never ridden amotorcycle before, and it's amazing. I can't hear anything over the sound of the engine and the air rushing around me. i envy Seungri for being able to face the breeze head on while i'm seperated from the force of the wind by his back. I have to learn how to ride one of these things. I suddenly realize we'r in a part of the city i've never seen before. Small cafe's, bars, people staggering around the street. Motorcycles and rigged out cars. Old buildings right next to shiny new ones. Girls in incredibaly revealing outfits smiling at whover passes by, and pulling at peoples arms, trying to coax them into their respective club or house or whatever. And just like when i was walking towards the park, every moment i'm here, i feel worse and worse. My arms tighten instinctivly around Seungri and i find myself praying that the motorcycle doesn't stop, that he keeps going until we'r out of here. But my hopes are killed, murdered, slaughtered, as he pulls in with another group of Bikes. I notice that most of them have a sticker of a black circle with a blue lightning bolt running through it. The same sticker on the back of Seungri's bike. Realization strikes like (ironically) lightning. Dear holy buddha and jesus and Allah and whoever else. If i wake up right now in my bed, i will go to church or temple or whatever for, like, the rest of my life. What do i think i'm doing with a gang member. Seungri suddenly slings his arm over my shoulders and i flinch noticably. He looks over at me surprised.
"Hyung? Don't tell me you're getting scared now?" Amusement laces his voice and i give him a quick glare. He chuckles and squeezes my shoulder reassuringly.
"Don't worry hyung, i've got your back. And you keep that attitude of yours and you won't even need my help." I nod and try to look tough, but my shoulders stay tense and he looks directly at me.
"Are you sure you want this hyung? I can take you home." I trun ready to snap at him, ready to snarl and ask if he's looking down at me. But all i see is sincerity and concern. And i remember Seungri was the same. Suffocated and restrained and this is how he escaped. All by himself, without anyone at his back. I clap a hand on his shoulder and nudge hime towards the doors of the club. He smiles and we walk in together. For the first minute all i can feel is panic. I can't breath and am breathing much too fast all at the same time. My chest feels frozen in a way that it hurts and i'm shaking. The music shakes up through my feet moving throughout my entire body, rattling my bones. I'm certain that they'l shatter like glass any moment. The smell of alcohal, sweat, perfume, cologne, food, makes my head feel fuzzy and heavy and tight. The cold air conditioning mixed with the sensationn of hot, sweaty bodies jostling around makes goose bumps rise on my skin. Yes, for the first moment there is only pure, utter, overwhelming, and unstoppable panic. But it is only that moment. And then i feel something else. The panic doesn't go away, because how could it? But there's something fighting it now. I dont realize what it is, can't put a name to it until Seungri drags me onto the floor, amidst those hot, sweaty bodies, and moves with the music next to me. Excitement. Raw excitement as the adrenaline pumps through my vains, making my very heart pulse to the rythm of the music. I find myself moving to it, popping, pushing, swerving, turning twisting to a beat that i not so much hear but feel. Seungri and many others are turning to watch me, smile and pump their fists, cheer and hoot. Some girl tries to get closer to me, presses her body against mine, moves her hips against me. And i go with it. I grab her, grind against her, laugh along with everyone else. And this isn't me. I've never been this way. And i'm not like this. But it's like i'm drunk off the musice, off the smells, off the feel of skin against skin. I don't know how long i've been out there, how many people (men, women alike) i've danced with before i feel a hand around my bicep and Seungri's lips against my ear.
"Someone wants to meet you."
I let him pull me away from the mass of bodies, my heart still beating fast and my breathing coming out in the form of raspy pans. He smiles as he leads me to the bar.
"You lied to me didn't you hyung? You've done this loads of times, haven't you? No way that was your first time dancing." I laugh and am about to answer, laugh and open my mouth. But then i see him and the words stop in my throat. Blue hair. The first thing i see is blue hair and sharp eyes. Intense eyes. Eyes that look me up and down, and thin lips that pull into a small smile. A smile that likes what the eyes are seeing. And i don't know why, and i don't know how, and i don't realize i did it until after it's done. But i wink. And smile back.
This isn't like me.........
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