Don't Let Me Let You Go

Chapter 8

The car ride had been silent except from some interjections from Wheein and Hyejin, who were trying to lighten up the mood. It wasn't tense, per se, it was just kind of awkward. Yongsun completely ignored Byul, who was too nervous to say anything to her. When they got to the apartment, Hyejin lent Byul a white shirt and a deep ocean blue jacket and pants, so deep blue that they almost looked black. As for Hyejin, she changed into a beautiful white dress that matched with the purple dress Wheein was wearing. Yongsun changed into a black off-shoulders dress.

Then they took a cab to the club, to ensure that they would all be able to drink a little. That ride was almost as awkward as the one to the apartment, but at least it was shorter. They were lucky enough to get both an entry and a table when they got to the club. After having a few drinks, Wheein and Hyejin left Byul and Yongsun alone on the table to go dancing right away.

The way Byul jiggled her leg and nervously fidgeted with her hands surely gave away the fact that she didn't come to these places very often. She took a sip of her drink to try to calm her nerves and rid herself of some of her boredom. Why was she here? What was she supposed to do? She glanced at Yongsun, who was seating accross her, in search of some sort of answer, but instead got sidetracked as her thoughts were flooded with admiration for her. Maybe she was biased but, truly, Byul had never seen a woman as beautiful as Yongsun. The club lights reflected from Yongsun's adorable round face unto her slender neck and shoulders. The black off-shoulders dress she wore hugged her figure perfectly, showing off both her curves and muscular physique. She held herself so elegantly, as if she were royalty, and perhaps in a past life, she had been. A slight blush colored her cheeks, probably caused by the mojito glass on the table that trembled from the resonance of the music. Suddenly, Yongsun lifted a hand from her lap to feel her pink cheeks, probably in an effort to cool them down. Such a lightweight, Byul chuckled, but her smiled faded as Yongsun noticed and sent a glare her way.

Hyejin's advice resonated in Byul's mind. Stop being an idiot and apologize. Or was it apologize and stop being an idiot? You know what, the order didn't really matter.

"Yong?"

Yongsun turned to look at her, annoyed, but with a hint of curiousity. "What?"

Byul gulped under Yongsun's stern gaze. "I'm sorry for being rude to your friend earlier, I just... wasn't feeling well."

"And you're allowed to treat other people like shit when you're not feeling well?"

"No, unnie-"

"Or was it really because he's a vampire-"

"No! No, that's not it at all." Byul put her head in her hands, as if it would help her find the right words. "He seemed like a nice guy." she said sincerely. "The truth is... I... I felt jealous." Her last words came almost as low as a whisper.

Yongsun looked at her, surprised, and leaned closer to be able to hear her through the music. "Jealous? Why?"

"He flirted with you." Byul continued whispering, embarrassed. "I know he wasn't serious and I know you're just friends but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry."

"Um, okay." Yongsun didn't really know what to say to that. "I'm sorry for being too mad about it too, I guess."

"It's fine."

Byul glanced away from their awkward conversation and spotted Wheein and Hyejin on the middle of dance floor dancing to a very loud song she'd never heard before, and thought again about what Hyejin had told her. Invite her to dance. She loves dancing.

Byul again looked at Yongsun, who was taking another sip from her drink, looking at an undefined point in the ceiling, deep in thought.

"Yong, would you like to dance with me?"