KHIP-HOP Mini Series

Gray 01

There comes a tap on the door.

Looking at the calendar I already know who it is. It was that time of year again, where he'd magically reappear in my life.

I was already in my sleeping clothes, it was almost midnight, he shouldn't expect much from me today. As I pull the door open the first thing I notice is his hair, it's gotten longer from the last time I saw him.

"Oh." He says shocked when he looks at me from head to toe. I guess my sleeping clothes revealed too much skin.

Its been a year since we last saw each other and a few months since we talked over the phone. I haven't heard his voice in what felt like forever, still I couldn't deny the fact that my heart raced whenever I thought of him. 

"You're here." I say surprised. 

Keeping his reserve he smiles. He was always like that, rarely spoke, didn't have much to say when he was around others yet for some reason when we were together he always had lots to say. "I'm guessing I shouldn't even expect you coming next year." I continue. 

His smile fades, I guess it was something that he thought of too. I could've sworn that he and I would be through this year for sure, but by him showing up here at my door halfway across the world to a place foreign to him was confusing me. 

"Lisa, it's not like that." He begins. I shake my head, I'm done with excuses lately that's all he has for me, excuses not to call or text back or rarely visit. I mean what kind of a relationship were we in? 

"I don't think I'll be able to open the door whenever you decide to show up anymore if you show up." I say. 

He shakes his head. "It's just touring and interviews, magazine shoots, albums...I just been busy." 

I sigh, leaning against my door. "Gray I know Jay and Simon those two are the biggest players in the rap industry not to mention you're best friends you honestly expect me to believe that shit?" 

Just when I thought I might have the upper hand he cuts me off. "You know girls easily bore me, I ain't even have time for myself and besides you were the only girl I thought of... a lot." He adds. 

"I don't believe you." I snap. 

Gray seeing how all this arguing wasn't going to get anywhere pushed his way inside, even though my pathetic attempts to stop him only gave him more space to step in, he threw his luggage in while I smacked his chest with my bawled fists. 

It was obvious I was hurt.

I mean why did he have to act like everything would be fine?

I continue to smack him but he grabs each of my wrists kicking the door behind him shut, I tense up as our breathing tries to return to normal. But I'm still pissed and hurt, I've been so worried about him wondering if I should really just give up on us being a possibility because at the end of the day we really did live in two separate worlds, I was in LA while he was in Seoul. 

We did different things, talked differently, slept at different times, nothing would last much longer at this rate. 

I continued my attempts to smack him on the chest while he gripped my wrists. "Mianhae." He whispers over and over as I break down. 

He wraps his arms around me lifting me up as he carries me over to the bed.  He lays me down before he climbed on the bed and I lay back, my palms flat against the blanket. His lips found mine, his tongue dipping in and I relaxed under his skillful mouth. This was good, familiar, comforting. My nerves loosened. Gray pulled his mouth away from me, starring into my eyes while he brushed strands of hair from my face. 

"I swear I didn't touch anyone else." I want to believe him, I really do but I know his friends, his music, his fans, but I can't bring myself to accept that he's solely focused on me when his visits are turning into a once a year kind of thing. 

"I didn't." I lie. "I fucked every guy I met at the club." He turns serious all of a sudden, before bursting into laughter. 

"Aish babo." He kisses my lips again. 

Of course he wouldn't believe me. After all the years of us knowing each other he knew me enough to know for sure I wasn't that type of girl, maybe that was why he could be so sure that no matter how late my door will be open.

"You stink." I tell him. 

He smirks, pushing himself off the bed and taking my hand in his. "Come on, I want to shower." Surprised by his offer I follow him eagerly to the bathroom. Once we're inside he strips naked first, carefully watching me pull my shorts down, and underwear. He smirks when I pull my tank top off and I blush a deep shade of red. 

I haven't remembered the last time we showered together, or seen each other naked. I guess this might really be our last time. 

As the hot water poured down on us, Gray began lathering my body with soap and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on me. He pressed up to my back, one arm coming around my stomach. "I missed you." he said quietly.

He kissed my throat. He used to do that a lot. It felt so gentle, loving and intimate, but I knew it wouldn't last much longer. 

I rested my head on his chest. I've known him for so long that I don't even know how it was that we came to fall for each other. I'd gone to the same highschool as Jay but when he told me he was leaving to be a k pop star I was shocked by it and even more when he came back shunned but since then he introduced me to some guys he had met over there and Gray was one of them. 

At first we didn't talk much there was nothing for us to say but one drunk night he opened up to me and I being the drunk I was told him the flat out truth. Which was to follow his dreams and be selfish, to not just give a dam about what the world thought. Soon after that we got really close and ended up hanging out a lot together. 

He'd often leave to Seoul but come back with news on his career and Jay and one night as he showed me a demo of a song he was working on he'd put the headphone's on for me and I sat facing him and he did too and as the song was playing I noticed our hands brushing up against one another and suddenly he leaned forward and kissed me. 

And when he kissed me I kissed him back, and then a lot more than kissing happened. 

At the beginning of our relationship he'd come to visit every month but as time passed it turned into every 3 months then 4, 5, 6 and then a whole year all together. We were just heading down different paths in life. 

Once we're done and out the shower he's pressing his head against mine while we try and drift to sleep but as I doze off I hear his phone ring, trying his best not to wake me he pushed himself off the bed. "Oh, Yura?" He walks off, hearing a door open and shut close. 

After a while he comes back but by then I can't sleep.

All I could think that night was who was this Yura? Maybe she was the reason why this relationship was bound to end. 

(To be continued)