Hearts Play [Part 2]
Title: Hearts Play [Part 2]
Pairing(s): G-Ri, GDYB, GTOP
Genre: Romance, Drama
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Engrish
Summary: Ji Yong loses the love of his life.
The boy pulled out a lighter from his black-studded jacket and lighted up a cigarette.
He was on his way to an unknown place - his feet leaving behind footprints in the white, soft, snow.
Even though it was cold - he didn't wore thick clothing at all - not even a scarf.
It was almost unbelievable to see someone in an open jacket with a wife beater under it.
Freezing - In the middle of December - but it diddn't seem to bother him at all.
He could get really sick, and still he walks around like that.
What the hell was he thinking? - Maybe he wanted to get sick on purpose just to skip school.
It seemed like nowadays nobody cared about their future.
While noticing him walking up to me - I felt a little bit strange, I got goosebumps from this situation.
Yes, it was late, and yes I was scared of people who walked around this late.
I just hoped he did not need to catch a bus, just like me. Hoped he woudn't sit on the bench too.
I didn't know why I was worrying so much, maybe he would just pass me by.
Where would someone like him go to this late anyway? wasn't someone like him supposed to be sleeping right now? maybe working?
My vision became clearer as he got closer to me - I startled, automaticly I turned around - not looking his way, feeling shy and began to sweat even though it was cold as hell.
The young, skinny boy sat next to me on the bench - something I totally expected.
I always had bad luck, why did things like this always need to happen to me?
I coudn't look up his way, although I really wanted to know how he looked like from a close-up.
I was always shy around people - and didn't really knew the reason for it.
I wasn't quite a social person, so people somehow scare me.
With my heart beating fast and my legs shaking, I glanced at him - trying to look unsuspicious.
It was like he felt my eyes burning into him, he turned his head, and our eyes met.
My heart skipped a beat - his brown, greenish, beautiful, shiny eyes made me feel warm inside... It was like the cold weather and snow did not affect me at all, it was like his eyes were the sun that warmed me.
His eyes definitely caught my attention, he looked like someone interesting.
His appearance looked like a badboy to me, with his black jacket and light blue ripped jeans.
Damn, his blue ripped jeans.. showing so much skin.
His fluffy long fair hair was messy, and I noticed him wearing pink shoes of a brand I didn't know about.
But then there was another side: He wore black, thick rimmed glasses, making him look so smart.
His style was something I've never seen before, the combinations were totally wrong...
Somehow he looked like an superstar because his clothes looked kinda expensive.
Everytime I looked at him I coudn't recognize how he felt - his eyes didn't show any feeling. The only thing I could see was that he looked tired, his eyeliner was smudged, and his eyebags were dark - like he didn't catch any sleep for days, it made me think; did he had problems with sleeping?
maybe he worked alot.. or maybe he was an artist.. oh, or a writer..
I watched the snowflakes fall on to us - then I stared at him, but he already turned his head back.
We stayed like this for about ten minutes - I just looked around, or else I would feel awkward.
Then suddenly the skinny boy started talking, I felt like I was going crazy, scared to embarass myself.
'Where are you going to?' he said while blowing out some smoke from his cigarette.
The smoke covered his face - It almost seemed like he did that on purpose.
It made him look like some kind of cartoon.
His voice was manly, but childish and cute at the same time.
At first I did not have the guts to say something back - followed by a long awkward silence between us.
'I'm going.. h-h-ome' my voice did not do that what I wanted it to do, I began to stutter - not looking him in the eyes, but I felt like he diddn't look at mine too.
'Where do you live?' he asked such a weird question to a stranger like me.
'W-w-why do you want to know that?' I replied while playing with my hands - I felt extremely nervous.
He did not say anything anymore - which made this situation more difficult.
I was wondering what he was thinking, I wish I could read people's minds.
I saw a few lights in the darkness - The bus was coming our way, it was my time to go - finally.
This guy probably was a stalker, like those other creeps that scare the shit out of me.
What was with those questions? did my life matter to him anyway...
I wanted to leave fast, hoping he doesn't share the same bus ride as me.
Short after I got up, he álso did - my hopes were gone.
Being stuck with this maniac in the same 'room'
I payed the ticket and looked for a place to sit - I loved corners, and small, closed places, where nobody would pay attention to me, I hoped he woudn't really watch me from that seat either.
I found a nice seat in the back of the bus - and as always - I wanted to sit where the window was.
But then he wanted to join me, 'Can I sit next to you?' again, with no expression.
'u-uh, sure.. w-why not?' again, I coudn't speak normally.
Ofcourse you can't join me.. stalker..
I saw his reflection in the window - he was watching me all the time.
I was to scared to look back because he was sitting so close next to me.
His ellbow touched the mine several times - while my heart was beating so fast at the bodycontact.
I would feel so embarassed if he could hear my heart, maybe even feel my heart.
I blowed in my hands and rubbed them together to get warm.
'Do you want my jacket?' his voice was sounded serious. I didn't even get the chance to reply and he already put his jacket around me. While his hands were gently touching my body, I got goosebumps.
'Y-y-you don't need t-to do that.. It's for y-you, you need it' I said while looking at his white wife beater.
I got all shy and began blushing - covered my face with my hands, so he woudn't notice my red face.
He was so skinny, but he made skinny look beautiful...
While taking off the jacket and giving it back, I tried to smile because I was thankful - but I coudn't.
He nodded - and right after that he asked me 'How old are you?'
'19' I said without thinking. I lost control of myself.
'Are you still in highschool?' the interested blonde asked.
'W-w-wait, how old are y-you then?' I was afraid to ask that - maybe he was way older than me.
'21' the blonde looked the other side.
I took out a notebook out of my bag, opened it, and started writing, hoping the mysterious guy woudn't ask me more questions because he woudn't want to disturb me.
'What's that?' but my idea failed, he started even to talk more.
'Uhm, It's n-nothing speci--' I coudn't even finish my sentence, and he already took the notebook out of my hands 'Hey! give it back!'
'That's interested.. you write poems?' He gave back the note.
'Yes, I do' It was obvious, why does he ask that.
'I write songs, my dream is to become an idol' the blonde nodded.
'That's cool.. s-so, we h-have something in common'
'Can I get your number? Maybe we can learn something from each other' the guy I didn't even know asked.
The bus stopped and it was my time to go. I grabbed my bag and got up immediately, thank god, this was the best time to escape his question. Saved by the bus.
Without even looking at the man behind me I tried to walk away but...
'Wait' the blonde gripped my wrist. 'W-what?' I turned around, now facing him.
He raised up his right hand, and grabbed mine. His brown, green eyes looking deep into mine.
'By the way.. my name is Kwon Ji Yong'
But I only could stare at his hand - speechless.
I didn't say anything, turned around, and left.
That was always better than to say something stupid.
I coudn't believe I could be so rude.
How could someone like me just walk away without saying something back.
This was new for me, a side of myself I didn't knew yet.
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'Ji Yong... Kwon Ji Yong' I whispered to myself when I got out of the bus.
That was his name...
I turned around to look at Ji Yong, he was definitely watching me.
As the bus began to ride his face slowly dissapeared.
'Hah, like I'm going to see him ever again in my life' I whispered to myself again.
'Why do I care anyways .. I didn't hurt him.. right?'
Ji Yong seemed like a very quiet and mysterious guy - a strange guy.
I coudn't recognize the feelings he had everytime he looked me in the eyes - I coudn't see how he felt.
I did not see him smile even once - he really did not try either.
There was something about him .. something fantasy-like.
He was like a superstar, wearing the most weird clothes without even being embarassed.
And then the way he acted.. he was like a movie, every single thing he did looked like a dream.
There was this strange atmosphere when he was with me.
I don't know what it is, but in a way - in my mind - he drove me insane.