From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"WHY WAS I SO SAD ABOUT YOU?"
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MARCH 13, 2021 — 18:12 PM
My roommate pulls me along, the barbeque restaurant bustling with people. I stumble across the cracks in the concrete, both of us entering to the sound of unwanted laughter. I stop her for a second—and she looks back at me. "Do I really have to socialize with guys and socialites? I'm really not in the mood to—"
"I'm trying to get you outside, at least, with me," She rolls her eyes, both of us right near the entrance. It had a strong scent—not from the meat being cooked, not from the perfumed aura growing off of my friend, but a scent that almost made me throw up. A gut feeling caused by a strong scent of mistake and regret. "I don't want to go alone—and you're already dressed up, so..."
I press my lips in a thin line, fixating my gaze to the floor as she decides to fix my hair. "Don't worry, Yang Yihwa, I'll protect you from any drugs and any offered cigars."
"I can handle that, but I can't handle talking with bastards," I grumble before moving past her, and into the section where her friends were. They see us, waving as we take a seat.
"Who's this, Soo-Won?"
"This is my friend, Yihwa," Soo-Won smiles awkwardly, beckoning to my stiff look. I can't even smile, all the men here look like they haven't showered in months. "Please treat her well." I really fucking hate her kind smile—they're all booming with delight seeing another female besides her to hit on. I knew it from that sharp glint in their eyes—they were going to try something on me.
"Ah okay..." One of the men trails off, pouring a tall glass of soju for me. "Then, Yihwa here's a welcome drink—"
"I don't drink," I interrupt, glaring at him. He flinches, blinking slightly before retracting his hand.
"I... see..." He awkwardly laughs, drinking it instead. "Well, whatever you need, you name it—we'll all keep you company."
I don't say anything, and instead, I just drink the water placed in front of me. They continue to grill meat and laugh like maniacs, disregarding the spring ambiance that almost causes me to sneeze. I hated pollen, and while I wasn't allergic, I had a stronger scent of it nowadays. Why would they be here so late, all alone in this restaurant? It seems a little off.
