Non-Korean
Who: Bully
Genre: Fluff/funny
You tried to avoid the mass of bodies but, as you already knew, it was impossible. You were following your friends to the dance floor after having had a tequila shot. You didn’t like tequila that much, but anyhow you ended drinking it.
The club was, just exactly as any club in Hongdae, full. It was Saturday night, and you wanted to have fun. Classes had finally ended, and you had turned 18, 19 in Korean age, just a few days ago. Of course, you were going to a club on a Saturday. You were finally able to. However, after a couple of hours, you were fed up with that place. You just wanted to dance, for fuck’s sake, but the place was too crowded, it was really hot, and they wouldn’t let you alone. You were already used to it, used to being “the foreigner”. Your parents were from Y/C, but they had moved to Korea to work and had actually met there. You were Korean, but you were not Korean. Seriously, all that shit sucked. People avoiding you, thinking that you don’t speak Korean, people asking if you are able to eat spicy food, people in some places that look at you as if you were an alien or something. You were used to it, though. However, you were not used to that club thing. Guys approaching you because they thought you were foreigner. It had already been 12 that night. Guys who tried to talk to you or directly grab your waist. It was so disgusting. You just wanted to have a good time with your friends. Somehow, your friends and you managed to get into the dance floor. That was supposed to be a hip-hop club, but the truth is that they also played famous pop songs. The DJ was good tonight ?. You started to dance, a pop song you didn’t know, honestly, but you didn’t care. It was all good, you having fun with friends but, of course, it couldn’t have lasted much more. Someone grabbed your waist. You tried to let go, but he didn’t let you. You turned around, with a clearly annoyed face. It was a tall guy, you just noticed that about him. He started to speak: “Hi” he said in Korean. “I don’t speak Korean. No Korean.” You said in English, lying. You always said that. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. “No problem, I speak English.” Fuck. You almost panicked. Whenever that happened, you didn’t know how to react. You weren’t that kind of person who dared to shout at unknown people. You wished you were. You remained silent, with that tall guy smiling at you. You thought you would go to hell, but your angel saved you just in time. One of your friends, MinAh, grabbed your shoulder and shout at him in Korean: “Get out!” You didn’t have to say anything else. He left. Finally. Just in time, because Jay Park and Ugly Duck “Ain’t no Party like an AOMG Party”, started. You freaked out and forgot all about that guy or other guys. It was one of your favourite songs. You started to dance and sing along immediately. Your friends did too. At that moment, you thought everybody in the club would be doing the same, but you didn’t knew. You couldn’t think about anything else, but the song and how happy you were at that moment. The song ended, and you took the chance to take a breath, exhausted. The next song started. You shouted at Minah: “Ugly Duck oppa is so cool!” “And Jaebum?” “Jay too, but everybody knows that!” You both laughed and kept dancing. Everything was fine, but then something touched your shoulder. It was soft, not strong as usual. Still, you turned around, angry this time. -“o Korean” You said immediately. But then, you froze. He was tall, like the guy from before. However, you could say this time you noticed everything about the guy. Blonde, loose black clothes covering a probably athletic body, broad shoulders, rings on his ears, pretty eyes, pretty lips. Pretty everything. He said nothing and just extended something to you. You looked at his hands, noticing his ring on the little finger and you realised. Your shirt, that was tied around your hips just a few minutes ago. He was giving it to you. It must have fallen. So he wasn’t trying to pick up on you, you realised, not knowing if glad or not now. You bowed slightly and looked at him with a stupid expression on your face. Then, he simply turned around and left. “What was that?” Asked Minjung, one of your friends. “He was just trying to give my shirt back.” You didn’t see him again on the dance floor, neither on the bar. You wanted to thank him properly, feeling bad about the way you had behaved before. He wasn’t anywhere in the club though. The rest of the night was mostly normal, dancing and drinking and having fun. At 4 am, Minah and you were tired, so you both decided to leave. You said goodbye to your friends and left the club. “Wait” said Minah. She took a cigarette from the package and gave you one. You knew your parents would kill you if they knew you smoked, but you couldn’t help it. “The blond guy was cute, you should have spoken to him.” “I know, I just froze like an idiot, I lost my opportunity” Minah and you laughed. “That excuse of you not knowing Korean is not working as it should.” “Yeah, maybe I should wear a huge cartel on my back saying I’m fucking Korean, not an exotic pet.” You and your friend laughed again, loudly. Then you turned a bit to put your shirt on, casting your gaze to the left, and then you saw him. He was against a wall, really close to Minah and you. How was it that you hadn’t seen him? “Shit” you said, muttering. “What?” Minah turned her head and saw him, and then started to laugh again. He was looking at you, just at you. The blond guy. He was wearing a cap now, but it was him. He was with two friends. His friends were laughing, just as Minah. You looked at each other. He had an enormous smirk on his face. You couldn’t help but also smile. You placed your left hand on your face to hide it. “Does that mean that I get to have your number?” You removed your hand from your face just to look at him. His voice was cute. “I guess so.” He gave you his phone, and you wrote your number and gave it back to him. He smiled again and blinked at you. That was the moment when you die. “I’m ByoengHo, by the way.” “Y/n.” “Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He went back to his friends and they left, just like that. And as they were leaving, you could see as his friends were looking at you and hitting him, both clearly amused. “You’re so lucky, girl.” Said Minah, excited. “Let’s go!” You just nodded and followed her, the opposite way the guys had gone. You realised your cigarette was finished, you had forgotten about it. Of course you had. About an hour later you were putting your pajamas on. From time to time you glanced at your phone, but you didn’t have a single notification. You sighed, clearly nervous, as you put your shorts on. Then your phone vibrated, and its screen lighted up. You almost ran to pick it. You sat on your bed and took a deep breath. An unknown number. “Hey, I’m the cute blond guy. Want to meet up tomorrow?” You turned red as a cherry and laughed at his boldness. “Yeah, sure!” You replied. “Exit 2, Hongik station at 8?” “Perfect ^^” “Nice… And, by the way, yes, Ugly Duck is really cool. You dropped your phone and almost shout. "Wait, what?”
