Seoul, Baby

S,B

Tzuyu already had two hours of dance class, another two about musical theory, and another three for her acting classes. It is an understatement to say that she is tired, and as much as she wants to head back home and sleep for twelve hours straight, someone has to work to pay for her bills. Tzuyu changes into a pair of comfortable sweatpants that still barely hid her penis—the rare medical condition she could explain, but only with diagrams.

So usually, she doesn't bother. Not that anyone knows about it anyway.

Tzuyu jogs to her taxi and unlocks the shiny vehicle. Her friend from musical theory hooked her up with the job of driving around her favourite city for pay. While yes, it could get hectic, people don't know how to ask politely, and every cab is pretty much driven by an asshole, Tzuyu makes do.

Tzuyu pulls out of the curb and she drives around, her favourite station playing softly as she steers through the streets she knew as well as the back of her hand. She plunges into the darkened streets in search of a passenger who was hopefully not too drunk that they would vomit all over her upholstery. She rounds the street, along the edge of Vao where the crumbling apartments were. Tzuyu spots a raven girl darting out of one of the buildings. The girl stops at the curb and waves at her, so Tzuyu steers slowly towards her.

She is beautiful, the girl that is now her passenger. Tzuyu adjusts the rear view mirror so she can see this angel. She looks dishevelled and frayed, like she's been awake for thirty-six hours straight, running on pure adrenaline, pure emotion, and pure coffee. She looks so sad, and for a beat, Tzuyu wants to do everything in her power, as minimal as that is, to make this pretty woman smile.

"Where to?" Tzuyu asks, her fingers flexing on the steering wheel.

"Stadium Motor Lodge, please." The angel husks. Even her voice is weary, and Tzuyu feels her heart break. "It's in the xing…"

Tzuyu taps the GPS for a few seconds and selects the destination. She pulls out of the curb, turns on the meter and hums softly to herself. However, Tzuyu's on edge. Her eyes are darting from the road to the rear view mirror, as if she is terrified that the ghostly pale angel will disappear from her backseat. She tries so hard not to start conversation, to keep this as a strict business transaction, but Tzuyu fails. It's not her style.

"What's your name?" Tzuyu asks. The angel jolts, as if Tzuyu's voice is an electric current that coursed through her lifeless body.

"Sana…" She murmurs.

"Hi Sana," Tzuyu smiles at the rear view mirror, feeling her skin tingle as Sana smiles back, albeit a small one. "I know it's not any of my business, but… you look so sad...did something happen?"

Sana looks at Tzuyu, stunned. The dim orange lights of the streetlamps illuminate the alabaster skin of her passenger, and then her eyes: brown and radiant, as if they are gems that are worth more than diamonds. "I… I don't…" Sana takes a deep, ragged breath. "Is it that obvious?" She asks weakly.

Tzuyu makes a left. "In my acting class, we have exercises where we try to read emotions and I always guess right." Tzuyu stops at a red light and switches the radio off. "And as I said, it's not my business. But I care enough about people to listen."

Silence follows, and Tzuyu focuses on the road ahead. It is late, almost midnight, which means that most of the people who are still awake are probably in clubs getting drunk and partying, or doing something else of importance for them. The streets are not empty—after all, this is Seoul—but compared to the madness of rush hour, it is a graveyard.

"I just…broke up with Nayeon. M-my girlfriend—well." Sana pauses and breathes in deep. "My ex-girlfriend now, I suppose…"

"Oh." Tzuyu reacts softly, her fingers clenching tight around the wheel. "I'm sorry to hear that."