Women - 01
Women
01. 698w.
Jaejoong's got girl troubles. With each spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream Jaejoong shoves into his mouth, he grows a little more depressed. Jaejoong sets the pint down on the coffee table and looks around his empty apartment. Jaejoong picks up his phone and sighs as he presses speed dial number one.
"Hey," says a voice, sounding just as depressed.
There's no need for small talk and Jaejoong recites the name and address of a quiet bar out on the skirts of town.
"See you in a bit," the voice says.
Junsu also has troubles, but it isn't girl trouble. Actually it is, just not the same kind as Jaejoong.
Junsu keeps losing his Mario Kart races against the girl to his right. No matter how clean he gets Yoshi to make those turns on Rainbow Road, the girl next to him is making them even cleaner, but with Princess Peach.
"Ugh!" he groans out loud in frustration. "One more time," he growls. It has already been seven one-more-times.
The girl on his right laughs loudly, it's a laugh that makes others laugh. Usually her laugh makes Junsu hug her, but today, he kinda wants to punch her. "I am a gentleman," he chants in his head. "I do not hit girls. I am subconsciously losing on purpose because I. Am. A. Gentleman."
At an upscale restaurant nestled in the heart of Seoul, Yunho and the girl of his dreams quietly dine in the back of the restaurant, partially hidden by the shadows.
Yunho's hand is slightly shaking and he accidentally drops his fork, which clangs loudly on the plate in front of him. The ringbox in his left pocket is burning a hole in his pants and he can hardly conceal his nervousness.
Dream girl notices his something in his eyes and reaches for one of his hands. Her voice is soft and her tone is worried, "Something wrong?"
"Nothing," he says, "nothing at all."
She pulls her hand back and slowly nods. Yunho can tell she doesn't fall for it, but she doesn't prod him anymore.
Yunho breathes a small sigh of relief and is suddenly very focused on his steak.
Changmin is breathless, but pushing his body harder, I need to stop her.
This is the final boarding call for flight K334 to Los Angeles, California at Gate I-27, says a voice over the P.A. system.
Changmin finally reaches gate I-27 as he sees her silhouette hand a uniformed worker her passport. He runs up to her and grabs the passport out of her hand before the worker does.
"Please. Don't go he says," his voice strained with heartbreak and breathlessness.
"Oh, Changmin," she breathes.
She throws her left arm around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss as she gently strokes his cheek with her right hand. When she pulls back, Changmin can see that her eyes are red and brimmed with tears.
What happens next is all a blur to Changmin. How she ripped her passport out of his hand, how she whispers that she's sorry, and how he's left standing there, watching her walk out of his life.
Yoochun entered the dark bar and walked straight to their usual spot. He saw that Jaejoong had beaten him there and that Jaejoong was already nursing a glass of whiskey on the rocks.
Yoochun pulled out the stool next to Jaejoong and motioned to the bartender that he'll have the same. On second thought, "make it a double."
The bartender slid the glass towards him and Yoochun took a long pull from the glass. The whiskey burned on the way down his throat, but somehow the feeling was comforting.
Yoochun turned his body towards Jaejoong, "I was just about to dial before you rang."
Jaejoong was quiet as his right index finger circled the rim of his glass. "Her things are gone," Jaejoong said. "She picked up the box while we were recording today and she left the key on the counter."
"She broke up with me over a text."
Jaejoong turned his face towards Yoochun and smiled bitterly, "okay, you win."
He motioned to the bartender for a second round.