Cost Of Its Worth [SHINHWA]

The Villa

Junjin stood up as soon as he took his last sip from his glass of soda and reached his big hands to me to help me stand up. My legs were numb and it felt like over cooked noodles the moment I tried to stretch them up. It's a good thing he had fast reflexes. Junjin was able to balance me before I embarrass myself in front of them.

I've been sitting for so long and I am not used to this very cold temperature. It was pretty much of a normal evening for all of them but my body's yet to adjust. Andy ran inside the kitchen and came back with a knitted navy blue scarf on his right hands. He wrapped it carefully on my neck and pats my head while saying, "I won't see you out. I still need to prepare tomorrow's ingredients. Junjin will take you home. Have a safe trip!" and he stormed back to the kitchen before I can even say good bye.

"Yes, he is that type of guy. Tsk, tsk, tsk. He hates saying goodbye the most even if it's just a brief moment or a close distance." Junjin said and I cannot help but to take a parting glance towards the closed kitchen door.

"Let's go?" Junjin said opening the door for me.

I was surprised not to see the police car anywhere. I look on both direction but I can't seem to locate it.

"Oh, you're looking for the car? Haha.. Sorry I forgot to tell you that we will be using my motorbike from here. I already dropped off your luggage at the Villa on my way to the station. I came here faster with this." He said while he took a smaller ginger coloured helmet tied on the other hand of the bicycle.

He put it on my head carefully and even tried to gather my hair on one side so that it'll be less messy. He is so excited, I can tell by the way how he hopped in like a kid on the open seat of the vehicle and gestured his hand pointing on its blank space at the back for me to follow him.

I tried my best not to trip off while I fought with my mortal enemy – gravity. Ugh, I am helplessly clumsy and I wouldn't like to embarrass myself for the second time in front of him. I managed to land safely on the seat and held tight on his leather jacket to maintain my balance.

"Hey, it's okay for you to hold onto me you don't need to be shy." He said as he removed my cold sweaty hands clenched tight on his jacket's shoulder hem and transferred my awkward grip around his waist and folded my arms underneath his lower chest.

"You'll be safer if you do it this way." He said with a more authoritative voice now. "Your safety is my priority if you haven't realized that yet. I can tell that you're still not used to riding bikes eh? You still don't know how to ride one? Woah! I didn't expect for you to be stuck on the same stage where we stopped." He added his observation with a serious tone and stared at me with a poker face before his laughter broke his momentum.

"Err. Yeah." I smiled at him and tightened my grip as a signal that I'm ready for this ride. I haven't ride a motorbike ever in my whole boring life but bringing up the fact that I am not capable of riding bikes is a whole different thing. He sounded so sure about what he's talking about and I cannot even recall a single moment with this friendly person - no, nothing at all.

He started the engine like a professional biker and in no time we were running on full speed, lights danced in a blur as we pass the open stores and the houses nearby. There is a lesser number of people roaming around at night. Everyone's probably resting this time.

As I leaned closer to his warm broad shoulders to avoid the forceful inertia inflicted by our speed, the obvious scent of nicotine blended well with his fading musk perfume became evident to my senses. It made it possible for me to bear with the fragrance, or even get used to it. This manly smell, from someone as joyful as him does not connect at some point but I am glad that the irony itself makes him more interesting than an average person.