Chasing you.

Unexpected encounters

Pond. 

Yes, it's him. I am sure.

"Who are you looking at?" I closed my ear when Joong yelled at me carelessly. He was sipping his drink looking curiously towards the bar. He was already smelling of alcohol, and we had arrived at the club only an hour before.

"No one" I answered immediately, turning away and trying not to look suspicion. Joong snapped his tongue against his palate and shook his head disappointed.

"I taught you to lie better than that" I sighed in response, returning with my eyes to where it had been glued before.

"Do you remember the guy I ran into today?" I asked him while sipping my first drink of the night.

"You mean the one you almost flipped over? Barely" he said, looking at me annoyed with a slightly worried look.

"He's at the bar." I spat just before my glass was drained and my throat froze. Joong looked at me doubtlessly.

"What bar?" he said, looking around.

"That bar. This bar. He's here." I pointed to the stools in the bar area, where the boy of that morning -whose name I still did not know- sat down and was talking with the bartender. He wore a pair of slightly loose jeans and a short white tank top that barely covered his torso.

"So what?" Joong leaned his head against the couch, which was occupied mainly by him.

"So you should stop drinking, you can't tolerate alcohol at all" I changed the subject, trying to take his empty glass out of his hand.

"What's that got to do with it?" he chanted, collapsing permanently on my shoulder. I ignored his hair tickling my chin and gave my full attention to the guy sitting at the bar.

"Okay, I'll talk to him" I made a move to get up but Joong's head on my shoulder and his arm around my waist were too heavy.

"Pond" he slandered against my shirt. "Tell me" I sighed, looking at him from the corner of my eye.

"I think I need to pee" I shook my head. Is it possible he's already drunk?  "Then go" I shook my shoulder, making him make a grimace.

He pouted like a child and got up from the couch. I watched him almost stumble on his own feet as he reached the bathroom door. What a type.

When I turned back to the guy sitting at the bar I took a deep breath and stood up.

"He's like every guy I've hit on, why am I so nervous?" I took one step at a time in his direction, with a slowness worthy of a hundred years' sloth.

My phone, which started to vibrate in the back pocket of my jeans, prevented me from finally speaking to him. I snorted annoyed, pulling it out and reading the name on the screen. I sighed, trying to control my growing anger, and rushed towards the back exit, passing the bodyguards with a nod.

I leaned with a shoulder against the wall next to the door. I put a cigarette between my lips and answered the phone only when it was about to stop ringing. I was waiting for someone to rattle from the other end of the line as I pulled out my lighter from my pocket.

"Are you going to be silent for a long time?" a scratched voice made me look up at the sky annoyed. "It's not that I have much to say" I replied coldly, blowing a cloud of smoke out of my mouth.

"Watch your mouth" he threatened me with a hoarse voice, thinking that I was afraid. I had stopped fearing him at the age of fifteen, at twenty-one he only made me laugh.

"It's useless to keep calling me" I interrupted him while blowing the smoke of the cigarette. "Pond-" I hated hearing his smoker voice say the name my mother had chosen for me.