never grow up.

25. never grow up

(never grow up- chanmina)

Shuhua's POV

1 year later

Taiwan.

The wind blew through my hair as I walked to the subway station a few blocks away from my university campus. The music playing in my earphones was quiet since it hurt my ears to play it too loud. I had a sandwich in my hand that I was excited to eat once I got home.

I got on the train and began flipping through my magazine. I saw a familiar face on it. Jeon Soyeon. She had just opened a new club in Taipei. I widened my eyes. I was not really a big fan of clubs, but I thought of going tonight. I needed a break from college. I was working really hard to start a new internship in the US next year. Hopefully I can stay there.

When I got to my apartment, I slipped on a nice modest dress and some heels. I called up a taxi for the ride there. I ate some of my sandwich before heading out the door. The club was grand. I walked in and showed the security guard my ID.

When I walked in, a familiar song played over the speakers. It was in Korean. It was by an artist...I could not think...it was Jay Park. It was called "Mommae". I bobbed my head to the beat. A good memory was associated with this song but I could not think of it. It must have been one of the things I forgotten when I was knocked into a coma.

I moved my body seductively, feeling free and independent within the hip hop beats. As I danced with the many people in the club, I began to recall something about a kiss to this song with a stranger.

I saw a person with short hair standing on the balcony of the club. She was drinking a glass of something while looking at everyone. I squinted trying to see her clearly. She had sunglasses on, tattoos on her arms and shoulders. A beauty mark on her cheeks and ruby red lips. She was one of the most gorgeous people I ever seen.

I wondered why my heart was pounding so fast. She looked down and noticed that I was staring. She smiled to herself and lowered her glasses. My head throbbed trying to figure out who she was. Who the hell was this person and why was she looking at me like that? Like she knew me?

She disappeared. I held my wrist, trying to find some comfort. My eyes began watering but I blinked the tears away effortlessly. Why was I feeling this way. The woman found her way to me. And I smelled the perfume that smelled like home. It also smelled like a vacation. "Who are you?" I asked. "What is your name?"

The woman took off her glasses. "Soojin. Seo Soojin." She held her hand out. "I don't believe we've met before."

I shook my head. "I feel like I've seen you somewhere."

"You haven't." Soojin tilted her head. "I'm new in town."

"Are you sure?" I was staring into her eyes deeply. She was speaking in Mandarin, but I knew she was not from here. I wondered, where did I know her from. Nothing was ringing any bells.

"Yes." Soojin held her hand out still. "Wanna dance?"

I shrugged. I never danced with a girl before. She moved against me. My heart was on fire. It was like she knew how to match my tempo. We moved together. Her hands slipped into mine so naturally and soon we were kissing on the dance floor. Just like that day.

The day we met.

It felt like time was frozen when I recognized who Soojin was. I was not sure if I wanted to hate her or love her. The pain in my chest was overwhelming. But, the comfort I was feeling was even greater. She looked into my eyes and I saw everything she was seeing. Love. Lust. Pain. I was scared. But, not in a I want to run, type of way. It was what she meant to me that really scared me. She was beautiful. But, like how roses in thorns were.