There is a fruit basket in the bathroom.  There were no bananas in the fruit basket. In the living-room, there are framed pictures of bananas—bananas hanging from a tree in the impressionistic form, Andy Warhol’s banana, this is not a bananas, banana as phallic symbol, and thoroughly masticated bananas painted in the abstract form. And of course, one cannot ignore the stuffed ape costume hanging from this man’s living-room ceiling, suspended by thin pieces of rope so silver and compact they resembled steel, 5 feet directly above an extremely yellow table on top of which was a basket of bananas.  The table rested on a Warholian banana plush carpet. Seunghyun, she liked to think, was the most ridiculous person she has ever met. There was a refrigerator in the bathroom, which, on inspection, contained only wine and cheese.  At the center of the room, there was an egg-shaped bathtub, which can fit three people. Pan to the top of the room and we see that the doors for both toilet and shower at opposite corners of the room were made of white legos. The fruit basket (green apples, oranges, red apples, a lychee?) was seated on the hardwood sink painted a pink just a few shades away from white.  She thought she should be repulsed by the joke of the fruit basket, but the bathroom looked and smelled as clean as a cloud, and no matter how she must find something wrong with this—generally all of this—she was not even a little bit bothered. This was all charming to her. Somewhat clever without her really knowing why she would think so, but she exits the bathroom sharing the outward expression and inward feeling of newly minted parents besotted with hearing the fresh chuckle, the gush of warm milk of a toothless and uneven offspring.  They had first talked to each other at one of the YG clubs in Seoul. GDragon and Seungri sunbaes had invited her and Hyoyeon to the VIP lounge and TOP was with them as well. She had tried to attune herself to the atmosphere of the club--the loud music, the sweating despite the frigid air, the blinking lights, where was she situated in all of this. She was physically secluded from it. She was seated, comfortable on a long, pink plushy divan that ran along three walls in the VIP longue while she sipped on a mai tai and looked on at the club scene below through the floor-to-ceiling glass window. She felt like she could see herself down there, but the feeling passed quickly.  “Seohyun-sshi, come on! Let’s go start the party downstairs! “  Seungri had grabbed her free hand and was pulling her up.   She saw GDragon sunbae, her Hyoyeon unni were laughing together and were already starting to get up from their seats, so she smiled as well. “Not this time, Seungri-sshi.” “Come on, take a break!” Hyoyeon unnie came to them, slinging an arm around her waist and took a look at her face. “Don’t even bother Seungri, look at how tight her smile is, my dongsaeng has made up her mind.” “Are you sure? I’m not going to ask you one more time! Look, the night is young and so we are---,”he held his hands up, “well, there’s nothing that can be done about it, but next time, ok?” She nodded, kissed her Hyoyeon unnie on the cheek, said that they go enjoy themselves and that she will have fun watching them from the window. Hyoyeon and Seungri were dancing to their fourth song, GDragon has already been to the bathroom twice, and she was on her third maitai when TOP woke up. He stretched his legs and loosened his arms a bit stared at her a bit. She didn’t notice. She was letting herself get dizzy from the alcohol and from looking at the lights from below.   “I’m awake and yet I remember the dream I had.” The loud and pulsing music from below was remote in this room and it had formed a transparent, almost melodious background, that when he spoke, his voice sliced like a thick of black jet stream through it. She had jumped a bit at it. Her head cleared.  She rubbed at her eyes. “TOP-sshi, unnie and the Bigbang sunbaes are downstairs.” “I had a dream—and I won’t be offended if Seohyun-sshi doesn’t want to talk to me,” he said. “But I hope the reason is not because I have made a bad impression on Seohyun-sshi.” His teeth shone briefly like a star in the dim lighting of the room. His eyes like the crescent moons at dawn shining in the first sunlight. They were gentle and constant and they looked on at the whole of the room instead of her.   She returned this with a slow smile, the stretching of her cheek muscles audible in the room. She told him that he never did aything to make a bad impression on her, and so much so that she would refuse to talk to him. She said, that from what he heard from people she knew and from what she saw, he seemed to be a likeable person. She said all this while her knuckles and fingers curled on the silk of her dress, held and tensed.  “Normally I would have embarrassed myself to make you feel more comfortable, but I guess you have already been informed that I am quite nice and adorable, ” he said directly to a space above her shoulder.   “They said you were well-mannered and likeable, TOP-sshi. “ He drew his lower teeth under his top teeth and by degrees retracted his chin as far as possible, all this while dilating his eyes, making an ineffectual disapproving face. “Are you saying I might not be then? Am I not adorable? You are my dongsaeng.” She said that she respects him very much, and she was sure he must be adorable, and that these people were probably not seeing the need to perpetuate an image that would oppose his cool persona. He waved a hand at that. “Aish! Don't be like that. Seohyun-sshi please be comfortable with me.” She had laughed a little bit at that and Seunghyun heard something like a sigh and a whistle like escaping vapor. The thing, which was left after the vapor that which solidified and was the thing that remained cogent and final afterwards---this was something he had to deal with. It was already there left for him. There was nothing about it. He knew when he looked at her like this. He burrowed into his coat, and he felt a small volume in his pocket. This he always brought with him nowadays but he only took them out once to show John. “I have something with me here,” he said, as he took out a pink box out of his jacket pocket. “It’s a litte box. Oh, I guess it has my name on it.”  He placed it on the table and slid the box to her. The box slid 3/4s towards the total direction it should travel to reach her hand. He was seated farthest opposite from Seohyun. “I’m sorry.” He moved to stand up. She said it's fine she can reach it just fine. She stretched a long arm, like a swan’s neck, hesitated, did not extend all the way through and then retreated like a swan’s wing. She could have gotten the box if she reached all the way through. Instead she stood up, and gathered the box in her clever-looking hands. Her hands were like short wings he had thought. Her fingers fluttered, he had thought, as she opened the cover. They revealed a pack of cards inside. She picked 4 cards from the box and looked at them. An ace of clubs brought down to the table, then, the joker settled above it, and two monarchs which she spent less time on to examine.  She looked at the other cards.   What did she think of it, he had moved closer. They were a meter apart from each other, 50 centimeters closer and their knees would touch.  “T