Finding True Love

A lonely night out

Korn lifted the alcoholic blue drink to his lips and finished it in one quick swallow. The music pounded in his head as he leaned back against the cushioned wall. From where he sat he could see the whole of the bar floor and yet he couldn't focus on one person. He wasn't drunk, yet, just lost in his own mind.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting when Knock met Pop, but that wasn't it. Knock was distant, cold, almost rude. He didn't expect Knock to become instant friends with her, but he hadn't expected him to behave the way he had. To barely speak two words to her. To leave the table in the middle of the meal. To hardly lift his head long enough to look any of them in the eye. It was as if he had brought a different Knock to lunch and left his Knock at home.

"You're too handsome to be drinking here alone." Korn's eyes focused on the voice in front of him. A young skinny boy stood at the end of his table. Big bright eyes, small pink lips with a natural pout, silky smooth cheekbones, rail thin arms, waspish waist. Absolutely not his type.

"Not interested." Korn said as he downed another blue drink.

"That's good, because neither is he." Farm said as slid into the cushioned seat next to Korn. His dark hair smoothed and styled. His black silk shirt with the two top buttons unbuttoned hugging his chest. His gray jeans painted on his legs. He patted the chair next to him. The skinny boy slid into it and pressed himself into Farm's side. Farm slipped his arm around the boy's shoulders, holding him tight.

"Ah sorry. I didn't recognize you." Korn smiled at the skinny boy.

"You two haven't met." Farm stole a drink from the table and handed it to the boy.

"But just last week..."

"Wasn't him."

"And the week before that?"

"Nope."

Korn leaned back into the cushion and watched the skinny boy swallow down his drink.

"And you're okay with this?" The skinny boy flashed him a smile and nuzzled deeper into Farm's hold.

"So are you planning to introduce us?" Korn asked.

"No. No need." Farm slipped the skinny boy another drink.

"Is he old enough to be drinking that?" Korn pulled his remaining drinks out of Farm's reach.

"Don't worry about him." Korn shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't about to question Farm and his relationships. He had his own issues to worry about. "So Korn, why are you drinking alone? Where's Knock?"

"Home, sick."

"And you're not there with him?" Korn tossed back another drink. "Oh I see."

"See what?"

"Nothing, nothing. What about Yihwa?"

"She's home too. With an old friend of ours."

"So that leaves you odd man out."

"Something like that."

Farm pet the skinny boy's black hair. His big bright eyes slipped closed as he melted into Farm's touch. If people were cats, his purr would be heard throughout the bar. Farm lowered his head and whispered into the skinny boy's ear. The boy nodded his head. He opened his eyes and offered one last smile to Korn.

"See you around handsome." The skinny boy placed one quick kiss on Farm's cheek. "And I will see you shortly."

Korn watched as the skinny boy padded away, disappearing around the corner, not once looking back.