Lover man (Oh, where can you be)

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After the Second World War and the city still invaded by violence, music soothed his heart. It was almost a vicious act to attend the Maison’s Hall on a daily basis and to take a drink, close his eyes and pretend that all the disaster out there, didn’t exist. Jeongguk was an adult guy, he knew the vicissitudes of conflict and its implications, including never being safe enough. He remembers the lasts years in France with uneasiness and bitterness: A detestable job, an arranged marriage and many fallen friends. He doesn’t know how he got to that point, but living was a real effort. Someone interrupts him, "Sir. Good evening, the same as always?" Jeongguk opens his eyes and automatically nods, trying to evoke a smile. He doesn't smile very often. "Good evening. Yes, thank you," the middle-aged man leaves with a bow and Jeongguk goes back to engross himself in his own world. He observes the place, like so many other times. It was always the same: lights, cloud of smoke, loud laughters and moody music. However, there is only one day of the week, just a single day of the week where Jeongguk doesn’t miss it for anything in the world. Those are the Tuesdays of live music and dancing, and they are also the days where the young man called V, performed. Jeongguk doesn’t know exactly how, but  since the beginning, the other charmed him with his overpowering skills and talent. But not only that, he also was very charmed by how attractive the artist was—how docile, gentle, and delicate appeared to be on stage. The young engineer receives his dry martini and thanks to the waiter silently, bringing the drink to his lips, savoring it. Today, he is expectant, he knows V will present a soft song in his golden fringed pink dress. That was Jeongguk's favorite day of the month, because his talents overflowed and he could also note other things that enchanted him: his ethereal gender-less beauty and his full self-confidence. Maybe the only problem was his obvious youth, he seemed to not be more than twenty years old, at the most. Jeongguk sighs, waiting for everything to start and feel happy again, even if it’s for a few minutes, even if it's a lie. His thoughts travel only for a second, to his French wife Alice. An exquisite and wonderful woman that waits for him at home, maybe to drink a few glasses of sparkling wine like every other day. They're good friends and she’s a phenomenal company, understanding and sweet, but he resents how unhappy both are because they’re unable to express themselves freely to the world and to their families, in result, Jeongguk feels bitter not only for her but also for himself. Suddenly, the light that was already dim, darkens even more giving way to the host of the night, an old and enthusiastic guy, who seemed to enjoy what he did. A lucky one, Jeongguk says to himself. He readjusts on the seat, knowing what is coming, or rather, who is coming.
V appears after an unnecessary introduction. As usual, his hair is perfectly combed with a bright headdress, he is wearing heavy makeup (by the brightness of the lights) and his golden dress embraces his curves in an almost sinful way. His tanned legs stand out in his clothing,