two moons.
karmami:
It was rare when a night free from both duties allowed Rina the time to go about the nightlife to relax and allow herself to feel free. Most go out with a group of friends but Rina is keen on going by herself, walking from her little apartment, heading out to LUMIN8. The path she would light one cigarette after the other with ears eavesdropping on conversations that passed by. Things were still a little hectic on the island after the whole mess with Drifter but it wasn’t going to stop her from her activities. This life she lives is not comparable to the one she had in Seoul once upon a time; only thing accurate was her lack of companions.
She was surprised how fast she had gotten to the club, noticing the outside lights from down the street with a constant flow of people in and out. There was no itinerary of what she was even going to do, maybe have a few drinks, casually stalk some people to the bathrooms in freaking them out. Heading toward the front door the security guards already know her face from previous “connections” and allowed her walk past the queue, accidentally bumping a young man walking the opposite direction. Rina would have thought nothing of it if she didn’t make eye contact with the other and her brain suddenly going back into time to a young boy she use to play with in her neighborhood.
When he had spoken it was clean that her confirmation was on spot to who she was seeing. He had called her name, in the middle of a uninterested crowd, Rina could feel the cigarette trying to fall out of her mouth, “Jongin…Oh shit.”
Rina didn’t know what else to say but she felt a small little grin creeping at the corner of her lips. Jongin was part of a life that she may not have liked but he was a permanent fixture for some time… It’s strange to see him again, “Well, who would have thought we would meet here of all places.”
it’s a mindless stimulus for his thoughts to run amok, straight towards directions that he doesn’t want them to. in the crannies converted into decrepit storages, he’s stored too many ( purposefully ) forgotten religions. broken childhood vases that splatter blood dialects on the metaphorical frail walls. all these noises that he doesn’t need in the present: history is a memento that he’d rather keep shattered. somewhere in the middle of his re-education, cognitive calibrations inflicted on his psyche inevitably has caused him to move towards the avoidant responses towards his previous life. so, upon reproaching even the smallest brevity of his past, the ricochets don’t treat him too kindly, and vice versa. this is one of them — one of the moments that rebuild the concept of his sanity all over again, after the personal share of running from his own past.
to be honest, he doesn’t feel any resentment towards friends from what felt like a previous life. they, for some unknown reason, restored some sensitivity that he normally lacks of, living lies after lies after lies. encounters with old friends are far and few in-between, but when it does happen like this... it feels like a part of him is dug, unearthing the child that never had a chance to grow within. the surprise that colors her features mirrors that of his own, albeit milder. there’s, then, a grin. pleasant. this isn’t exactly what he wants from a reunion like this — but out of the plethora of things typically baffling plenty, this is the type of interaction that inflicts bewilderment in him. it perplexes him, even when he’s always seemed to know when to act, how to act. standing in front of the queue, he sidesteps as to not hinder anyone’s way before returning the pleasant smile on rina’s features. “likewise,” he says. “maybe i can treat you to some drinks? it’s a pleasure meeting someone i used to know, even when the place is rather... unexpected.” leading her back to the bar, he hums as he walks. the music that paints beats in the ears is largely forgone. “are you staying here permanently?” sitting in the previously unoccupied corner of the bar, he orders both of them drinks.
