The Gentle Man: Meeting
The Gentle Man"You have to go to this, man! It's like the in the town! Jiyong, Jiyong, Jiyong-ssi! Come on, man. There will be hot chicks, cold drinks, and music you can groove to!" Taeyang kept shaking me while my focus was more on the television and my can of soda. "No one says groove anymore, Tae." I laughed, my eyes still on the TV. "Yo, man. I don't care!" he exclaimed as moved to stand in front of the TV, covering most of it with his body while flailing his arms around. "Tae, with all due respect, it's not really thing." I looked at him, hoping he understands that I'm speaking the truth. "Ji, dude, you're going to live a lonely life if you keep your on that couch doing nothing but being a good and innocent man to the world. You gotta break the rules sometimes. Be a bad boy, alright?" Taeyang chuckled.
For the past hour, my bestfriend in the world has been trying to convince me to go to a club. I honestly haven't been in one because I have never been interested in the idea of women dancing against my body, or vice versa. I prefer to meet each other more properly, like bump into one another, not dance or grind against one another. My physical appearance just wasn't fit for the club scene either. A little bit too slim, brown eyes, a buzzed cut black hair, 22 years old and I was an average height. People might look at me more as a nice guy than a party kind of man. I've heard stories, of course. Just a year ago, when Taeyang was 21 years of age (yeah, we're the same age), he was so drunk that he vomited while kissing a random girl. Anything can happen on the dance floor. I was not prepared for any of those disastrous outcomes.
"No, thank you. I'm not interested." I repeated in a gentle manner.
"One night. Just one night. If you don't like it and you feel bored, we'll go home, and I will never go to bars or clubs again. You're my bestfriend. We're supposed to be doing fun things together. I'll be your best man who'll stay beside you. Okay? Just one night we'll go. Tonight, that is. Deal?" he begged, reaching out for a handshake, a sign of an agreement.
One night. It won't be that bad, right? I looked at his hand. "Deal." I said, shaking his hand with a small grin on my face. What am I doing? What am I about to get myself into?