You slowly pulled yourself out of bed, groaning because you knew that you would have to start the day. You knew that starting your day meant that the night before was really over. As soon as you stood up you realized how strongly you could still feel his touch. How strong the scent of him, lingering on your skin, was. You started to feel a little feighnt and you remembered how it felt when he touched you. When he ran his hand down your back and whisperd ‘You make me want to lose control and forget everything’ into your ear with his deep husky voice.
You walked into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee, then sat down and stared at the counter. ‘Why is it that I had to be bold and do that when I finally met a man that made me feel like this? Now I’ll never hear from him again. Why did I leave?’
You then came to the deep realization that you would never see him again. And maybe that was okay, wasn’t? That was what you wanted, right? That was the point of your game, right? You rolled your eyes at yourself and your tendency to be bold at the worst times. You then resigned yourself to the fact that you wouldn’t ever see him again made your coffee. You would let yourself relive the night once more and then go one with your life.
The Previous Night:
‘Alright, you got it.’ He stood up, reaching his hand out to you. ‘Care to dance?’
‘Oh no, I don’t dance.’ You said, shaking your head and giving him a serious look.
‘Oh that’s good, neither do I, But isn’t the point of this to have fun together? Let’s let go of our inhibitions, sweet heart, and have fun” he smirked at you.
And who would you be to argue with that kind of logic? He was right. That was the point. You stood up and took his hand. He lead you out to the dance floor and then promptly turned to you and started dancing. Both of you moved with the beats of the random music and mix of beats blaring through the club. Your heart pounded every time he touched you.
After about 30 minutes he stopped, grabbing your hand and running, leading you out of the crowd, and out of the club. And then he slowed to a walk.
‘Where are we going?’
‘O…..oppa? Where are we going?’
Still no answer, so you just followed blindly.
Finally he turned into a little hole in the wall Bulgogi restaurant, and sat down at a table.
‘Arraso, I’m hungry. Sit, and lets eat, dongsaeng.’
You obeyed, sitting down right beside him. He ordered lots of meet and kimchi and other veggies for the two of you two cook, and also soju for the two of you to drink. He was attentive with everything, the perfect date, it seemed, though you weren’t sure whether you should call it a date or not. He even cooked your food on the grill for you. You both laughed and ate, and drank soju. Whether this was actually date or not, you knew one that for sure, and that was that this was going much better then any date that you had ever been on. No man had ever made you feel the way he was making you feel. You had never had so much chemistry with any man in the past.
And furthermore, you could see that this would certainly be a night that you would never forget.