The low buzz that illuminated the night camouflaged itself with a bitter cold. Heavy eyes lowered themselves to the cracked cement, following foreign street signs. A body running on a few bottles of alcohol did nothing to clear the view. The highrise buildings grew closer together and the choice of roadways to wander off into, grew slim and cramped. Roads hardly allowed a single car through, but yet pools of people clumped together. Distant bass lines shook loose the pebbles, creating a small earthquake throughout the steel structures. Tongues lashed out words, laughs caught the attention of dewlers far away, and drunken eyes searched for warm body to hold. The playful idea of the night hid a dangerous motive. This was hidden part of Hongdae.
She should go out and explore the town, right? There were so many places to see, so many things to do. Experiencing these things and becoming accustom to the town was what a newcomer should do. This was the way to shed the mold of a tourist and emger like a native. So, naturally, even the shy, reserved, delicate Dara had to experience these attractions sometime. After a long day of staring at textbooks, mindlessly repeating sentences that deemed no purpose in her mind and essentially becoming brain dead, the small woman needed a scene change. The streets of Hongdae proposed a getaway. Those famous streets depicted in dramas lay right before her, she needed to get out to them. Throwing on a tight dress, paired with looming heels, she started exploring.
Hours of dancing, spilling alcohol, and greeting new faces, transformed Dara’s mind, becoming clouded. The country girl had never experienced this type of night. Back home, drinking was done in the depths of your house, away from judging eyes. The safe and cozy niche led to stiff nights on the kitchen floor. The equivalent here was cold, treacherous nights on the unsanitary pavement. An unknowing Dara traded in her thoughts of home for the unexpected.
Walking through unknown streets, Dara tried to make her way home. The after effects of drink washed over her vision, her mourning feet stumbled at every step. The trek home would take hours at this rate. Hoots and howls from unknown sources directed their uncanny voices her way. With hair half covering her face, Dara looked up from the ground. A group of men, all looming and smug, looked back at her. “Can we help, darling?” One of them sung, making his way towards the front of the group. The drowsy effect was quickly washed away, consciousness replaced it. “Oh, no. I…. I am fine. Thank you,” Dara bowed her head and tried to make an escape. Her mind may have been clear, but her body was not. Her heels mounted two left feet and fought with each other, causing Dara to stumble. “Oh baby, let me doctor you back to health,” The same voice slithered in.
“Heya doll, these boys offering you a deal or somethin’?”
Dara’s mouth formed a straight line and she gripped arms tightly, “Look, I’m fin-” She promoted before seeing another girl standing before her. The girl stood with caution, knowing all too well what was playing out here. The night clouded her from view, but Dara knew this one came to offer a hand. Dara sent the girl a look, one that encompassed big eyes filled with anxiety.
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