The sun was set already, but Jinyoung hadn't finished with his work. He stayed late, sitting in front of his laptop. Jinyoung glanced at the clock and surpised at the time.
"Oh shit, I'll be late to Bam's party", he muttered.
"Nyoung ah", a voice came from behind him, his director came up to him, "why are you still here?".
"Why are you still here?", Jinyoung asked him back. Lucky there was no other people than the two of them. It would be so awkward if anyone knew his relationship with the director.
"Heading out. I have a date", Jackson grinned wide.
"I thought you're after my brother".
"Apparently, he's too occupied with his cute little brother", Jackson made a dramatic expression, "gotta get myself a partner before my scrotum shrinks".
"Jackson!", Jinyoung shouted, he couldn't believe his friend just threw him an indecent sentence.
Jackson smirked, he knew Jinyoung didn't like lewd jokes. But it only made Jackson wanted to tease Jinyoung more.
"What about you? I know you haven't got your junior the excercise it really needs. At least not after Minho sunbaenim from college".
"JACKSON!!", Jinyoung threw his eraser to his friend who laughed happily all the way out.
"Don't stay up late. It's Friday night. Go home!", Jinyoung could hear Jackson shouting at him from accross the room.
Jinyoung slumped back to his chair, for some reason he automatically thought about Jaebeom and it made him blushed like a teenager.
Jinyoung could picture it in his head, how radiant Jaebeom's skin was. Jinyoung wanted to strip the older guy and see what's under the colorful clothes.
"Crazy!", he scolded himself, "stop thinking about that man!".
Jinyoung couldn't focus at all after that, he decided to pack his belonging and headed to Bambam's bar.
The Double B sign in front of the bar lit, Jinyoung couldn't see what color it was, but remembered that Bambam told him it was Red and Green, with a small snake shaped figure in front of the letter. Jinyoung couldn't help but feeling proud to his friend. Exactly a year ago, he bought this place because he felt like he could see Bambam be running this place like a pro, his hunch was accurate. It's now a well knowned bar in the area.
When Jinyoung opened the door he was greeted by a warm scene of people chatting and laughing while enjoying the atmosphere of the bar. It's really like a small intimate party. Lights were adjusted, some were dimmed and some areas were bright, but not bright enough it gave really comfortable feeling. Jinyoung could see new aquarium was installed in the niddle of what before was an empty space. Jinyoung saw other new doceration, huge fabric were draped on the wall creating dramatic effect. As an architect, Jinyoung approved the new concept. Bambam did really well for the anniversary.
meomchul su eopseo nan
neol tonghaeseo
saekdareun nuneul tteo
yeotae mot neukkyeobwatteon
saeroun gamjeong
ne mam aneseo
Feel so good, feel so good
jayuroi nara
You got me, I got you
That’s good
yeminaejin gamgakdeuri
onjongil nareul kkaeweo kkeuti eopshi
sangsang geu isangeuro
kkumeul kkuneun geot gata
Open up your senses
Open up your senses
Open up your senses
Music could be heard, louder as Jintoung went deeper into the crowd. Jinyoung's ears suddenly drawn to the catchy music, he smiled. Even the music is good. Walking closer toward the sound, Jinyoung walked passed through some people who were laughing. The music was getting more loud and clear. A string of purple strand flew toward Jinyoung, he turned his head. What was it? Hair strand?
Fly high, fly high
Open up your senses
Fly high, fly high
Open up your senses
Another color flashed in front of Jinyoung's eyes as he walked closer to where the music came from. Jinyoung's heart beating faster, he walked closer to the source of the sound, he could see a DJ set in front of him. But it was a bit dark, the light around the area was dimmed, someone was standing in front of the mixer, he couldn't see clearly.
Jinyoung could feel his heart beating along with the music. He felt... comfortable.
Thump, thump.
The beats sent him shivering with unfamiliar yet pleasing sensation. Jinyoung looked around him, some people holding their glasses, dancing along to the music. He wanted to dance along to, strange because Jinyoung did not know how to dance. Was it okay to just sway his body, following the rythm?
Thump.
Jinyoung saw a strand of color flying around. Another purple?
dallajyeo nan
dareun gamgak
neol deo weonage dwae
neomane saegeuro nal
chaeweoga jweo
ne mam aneseo
Feel so good, feel so good
jayuroi nara
You got me, I got you
That’s good
Jinyoung felt a bit suffocated. The music wrapped him, Jinyoung felt like he's being inside of a coccoon. Slowly, Jinyoung's eyes began to adapt to the darkness. He could see better now, Jinyoung walked passed some people. He moved closer to the DJ table. He didn't know, but he felt like he should move closer. Something was pulling him closer.
Jinyoung could see purple light from the DJ set, it sent a few strands loose. Jinyoung realized, those hair-like-strands were flying from the guy playing the music. What was it?
Jinyoung's heart beat faster when he recognize the silhouette of the man behind the DJ set.
Im Jaebeom was dancing with the music, his hands were busy with all the instruments in front of him but he was swaying, along with the music. Jinyoung gasped. He could see the the pale skin, those red lips, blue jeans, black suit- it's different than the usual black Jinyoung usually saw.
Jinyoung couldn't move his body. He was just standing in front of Im Jaebeom, staring at him dancing and singing to the music. Another strands was flying around Jinyoung when Im Jaebeom lifted his head, their eyes met. Jaebeom was wearing color lenses, his chorneas were purple.
Jaebeom's lips twitched, he gave Jinyoung a warm look and he smiled.
Thump.
Jinyoung couldn't even blink, he was just standing like a statue on his place. He knew he had to smile back but he was frozen.
"Jinyoung!!", suddenly someone shouted at him. Bambam held his glass high, smiling at Jinyoung who was still standing with blank expression. Bambam hugged Jinyoung tight, making the latter snapped.
"Thanks for coming man! Let's get you a drink!", Jinyoung could smell alcohol when Bambam talked.
Bambam dragged Jinyoung away from the DJ table, Jinyoung felt a bit sad. He wanted to stay forever in front of Im Jaebeom and see strands of colors flying around him, dancing when the speaker made thumping sound.
Bambam told Jinyoung to sit on the bar stool in front of the counter, less people there because majority of the guests were busy chatting or dancing to the music.
Jinyoung still couldn't concentrate when Bambam offered him drinks his ears were still focused on the DJ table.
"Nyoung!", Bambam snapped him back to reality, "you wanna drink or what?".
"Sorry!", Jinyoung felt embarrassed, "I couldn't hear you because of the music".
"Good, because last time I checked you're colorblind, didn't know you're deaf too", Bambam chuckled, he handed Jinyoung a glass of wine, "I know you can't drink. But this is a fine day, so a glass of wine won't hurt".
Jinyoung received the glass gratefully, he just realized that he's a bit thirsty. He sipped the glass slowly, he enjoyed the taste of bittersweet wine penetrating his tastebud. Bambam was right, a glass of wine every once in a while couldn't hurt.
"Nice music, huh? He's a friend of mine from the hood. Im Jaebeom hyung", Bambam smiled.
Jinyoung choked on his glass, "he what???".
Bambam looked at Jinyoung confusedly, surprised at his friend's reaction.
"I said Im Jaebeom hyung. Do you know him?", Bambam asked suspiciously.
Jinyoung thought for a while, he was hesitate to tell Bambam but he knew Bambam was very sensitive. He'd find out sooner or later.
Jinyoung slumped on his chair, "he's the guy I told you about".
"HE WHAT?", Bambam shouted back at Jinyoung, he couldn't mask his surprise, "Shut the fuck up, Jinyoung T... , I mean Park Jinyoung!".
"He's wearing colored lenses right? Purple?".
"Oh, this is creepy, Jinyoung. I'm having goosebumps", Bambam raised his arm to show Jinyoung his skin, "Oh my goodness, what the hell.. You are falling in love with my friend, and that feeling is making you see colors?! What kind of drama is this???".
"Sssshh.. lower your voice, idiot!", Jinyoung scolded Bambam, who was leaning to him with goofy expression.
"Who cares? Everyone is busy here! They won't hear you!", Bambam laughed, "I can't believe this. This is a very good day, ladies and gentlemen, my bar's anniversary and my dear friend is finally finding his romance, in a dramatic way".
"Shut up!", Jinyoung's ears turned red when some of the guests turned their head to him, "I told you it's not like that!".
A staff came to Bambam and whispering something to him. Bambam smiled, he glanced at Jinyoung.
"Guess what, I have to make a speech. You stay here. Don't go anywhere, I mean it. Don't.go.anywhere".
Jinyoung sighed when Bambam went away. He sipped his wine very slowly. Jinyoung could hear the music stopped and the MC was talking, he told Bambam to give a speech. The crowd cheered.
Jinyoung smiled, Bambam had changed a lot. He was different from the shy person Jinyoung knew. He had grown into a fine gentleman with big heart. His hard past had shaped him into a sensitive man. Jinyoung wasn't even close to Bambam when they were at school and Jinyoung kinda regret it, if only he knew Bambam earlier, then maybe Bambam's life would be better. But in the end Jinyoung was happy that he could help Bambam to find his passion and fulfil his dream. Bambam was glowing under the spotlight now.
"Hi".
Jinyoung startled.
"Bambam said there's someone who wanted to meet me, I knew it was you, I saw you", Im Jaebeom walked closer to the counter with a glass of wine on his hand. Jinyoung could see his flushed face. Silver earrings hanging from his ears, Jinyoung could see on of them had red stone embedded.
"H..hi", Jinyoung greeted nervously, "you done working?".
"Nah, not working actually, just giving back to Bambam, he helped me a lot".
Jinyoung couldn't help but drawn to the soothing voice, and then to Jaebeom's purple lenses. Those lenses sucked him deep into a loophole.
"Small world, huh?", Jaebeom smiled.
Damn it, Jinyoung's knees became so weak because of the smile. How far would Im Jaebeom tease him like this? Jinyoung sipped his wine a little bit too much.
"Yep, small world", Jinyoung muttered.
A loud cheer was heard once again when Bambam propose a toast. Everyone raise their glasses, Jinyoung and Jaebeom also.
Jaebeom took a glance on Jinyoung, he sensed that the younger man was being awkward, but he didn't say a word. Instead, he admired Jinyoung's beautiful figure. Under the dimmed bar light, Jaebeom could see his sharp jaw, his slightly chubby cheeks and more importantly his plumpy lips. Jaebeom loved how the edge of Jinyoung lips curved, it looked like the younger man always smiled.
There's something in Jinyoung that made Jaebeom wanted to see the younger man again and again. Words overflowing from his brain, music resonated in his ears. Jaebeom didn't know why but Jinyoung made him wanted to make music, about Jinyoung. A love song, an intimate love song.
A staff noticed that Jinyoung's glass was nearly empty. She offered Jinyoung a refill. Jinyoung knew he shouldn't say yes, but his nerves needed to be calmed down. Jinyoung nodded to the offer and his glass was full again.
"By the way, how did you know Bambam?", Jaebeom asked while Jinyoung had another sip.
"We were friends at school. Well, not really friends though, I didn't know him that well in school. I didn't hang out", Jinyoung shrugged, "I knew him later on and we kind of helped each other".
Jinyoung carefully picked his words so Jaebeom wouldn't get suspicious.
"Hey, where's Youngjae?", Jinyoung asked to mask his nervousness. He couldn't stare at those purple eyes too long.
"He doesn't like to party. I don't like it either, but it's Bambam's and I promised him I'd play a song or two so...".
Jinyoung laughed, "I understand. It's the same with me. I'd better stay at home, reading".
Jaebeom looked at Jinyoung in surprise.
"Oh, why.. did I say anything wrong?", Jinyoung suddenly felt embarrassed because Jaebeom looked at him rather intense.
"Oh, no.. sorry. Just surprised. I didn't know you like reading".
"Sometimes. Actually I'm not.. really good with people", Jinyoung said shyly.
Jaebeom chuckled, "I didn't know we have a lot in common. You don't look like a timid person, though. I enjoy talking with you".
Jinyoung felt the back of his ears became very hot, "you're too kind".
And you're too beautiful, Jaebeom added in his head. His heary flutter when Jinyoung lowered his head, when he lifted it again Jaebeom could see rosey tint on his cheeks and his ears became red like a deer.
"Hey!!!", A loud sound was heard and Bambam walked to them excitedly, "glad you guys are catching up with each other".
Jinyoung and Jaebeom were to engrossed they didn't even realize that the speech was over. Music was turned on again and people were dancing again.
Bambam smiled at Jinyoung mischievously, "our Jaebeom hyung is rather hard to approach, you know. Well, he's actually nice, he's just playing hard to get".
Jinyoung glanced at Jaebeom who only laughed embarrassedly, "Hey, I'm offended".
"Don't drink too much, Jinyoungie. Your brother will kill me if there's anything happen to you".
Jinyoung cleared his throat, he gave warning so Bambam wouldn't spill anything.
"Or maybe I should let you? Jaebeom hyung can take you home anyway", Bambam swayed his hands dramatically, "now would you excuse moi because I have a party to manage".
"He's drunk", Jaebeom looked at Bambam who strutted away from them, mingled in the crowd dancing.
Jinyoung could feel he's getting drunk too. Maybe two glasses of wine was too much for him who never drank anything more than half a glass.
What time is it now anyway?
"Hey, you wanna walk outside?", Jaebeom offered, "it's getting too cramped in here".
Jinyoung wasn't really sure if it's because of alcohol talking or because he couldn't just say no to the beautiful man in front of him but, "yes, sure".
They were greeted by the cool breeze of autumn air when they opened the door.
"Wow, it's cold", Jaebeom tightened his coat. Jinyoung loved the coat Jaebeom was wearing, a khaki trench coat. He also wore brown scarf with orange details. Jinyoung wanted to actually come into the older man's embrace, enjoying the colors he longed to see, sinking in those sensation he hadn't felt for a long time.
"You must like black and white. I think everytime I see you, you always wear either black or white shirt", Jaebeom commented on Jinyoung's outfit.
"Well, I'm actually colorblind. I can't see any other colors than monochromes".
"Really?", Jaebeom was surprised, "but you're an architect".
"I know right, it's complicated", Jinyoung grinned, "but I'm good at measuring. That's my selling point".
"So that's why you could finished the blue print for my house in such a short time".
"Yep, and I'm really happy with how things going by the way. I think we're going to finish your house earlier than scheduled. Your dad was a great architect, he thought of everything so detailed, we don't really have to add anything".
"That's good".
Jinyoung's stomach sank, "Oh I'm sorry. I must've made you bored. I shouldn't talk about works when we're on our private time".
Private. Jaebeom liked that word.
"It's alright, I don't mind".
They strolled silently along the alley. It's already late so not a lot of people passed by. It's peaceful.
"You live near here?", Jaebeom asked Jinyoung.
"Yeah, my flat is just a few block away from here".
"Nice neighborhood", Jaebeom commented.
"I like it here, not too crowded but convenience. Near my workplace too".
Jinyoung didn't know what made him talk casually. This was Im Jaebeom aka. Defsoul, the infamous producer who was the talk of the music industry, client of Park Jinyoung from Wang Design company, his client. And he should be professional, right? But here they were, strolling down the street and talking like an old friend. Again, maybe it was because of two glasses of wine he just drank.
They walked again. No one said where to go, they just moved their feet in unison, freely. No one asked, no one told anything. They just went wherever their feet guiding them. Both of them didn't have to say anything to understand each other. It's like they knew exactly what each other was thinking. They didn't have to say a word.
"That's my flat over there. You practically just walked me home", Jinyoung giggled. He sounded more flirty than he intended. Jinyoung felt a bit shy.
"Do you wanna... perhaps... come in? It's really cold outside", of course Jinyoung blamed this on those two glasses of wine, or maybe those purple lenses, "if you don't mind".
"Yes, I'd love to"