A Love For Keeps

Parting

(QING)

Dayu wears sexy underwear for girls. It was...surprising, sure. But after staring at the flimsy lacy thing, I decided it's no big deal.

The big deal is Dayu looking sexy on it.

When I managed to convince drunk Dayu to remove his vomit soaked clothes and found him wearing the light pink bikini, I was truly shocked. But then I realized two things about Dayu. One, Dayu looks great in pink. Second, Dayu knows his size in women's underwear. That underwear fits him like a glove.

And like I said, he looks downright sexy in it.

But I also know that I stumbled into another of Dayu's secret. Him, feeling that he is a girl, is one. Him, wearing sexy underwear for girls, is another one. Those two secrets are connected of course.

Dayu felt suppressed. No one listens to him when he said what he is feeling. That he is a girl inside. So he decided to be a girl under his clothes. Wearing girly underwears as a form of a "fuck you" to anyone ordering him to stay silent about what he feels.

Such guts, Dayu has. Who would thought that he has it in him? I didn't. But last night, my eyes were opened and now I believe in the saying, "it's always those quiet ones".

Dayu is quiet. Subdued. Obedient. And I'll bet no one knows that he wears sexy lacy underwears for girls. I will bet that Dayu kept that fact to himself.

But I learned about it, in accident. And I know Dayu will be more self concious after we went out of that bathroom.

I just didn't know that he will run as soon as he goes out.

Fully dressed and holding his phone, he said. "I already called a taxi to take me home," Dayu said while avoiding my eyes or looking at me. "Thank you for last night..." he bowed a little.

"Are you sure you don't want breakfast?" I asked him.

"Yes," Dayu nodded. Still looking away. "Let's...part ways here."

I stared at him. Then sighed. If that will make Dayu more comfortable, then that is what we should do. I held my hand out to him, "Then it's nice meeting you, Dayu..."

Dayu stared at my hand first before finally looking into my face. His eyes, full of things he cannot say. He nodded before taking my hand. "Let's not see each other again..." he said before pulling his hand back hastily.

It was a fleeting touch, our hands against each other. But it is enough for me to want to touch that hand more.

But I cannot do that without getting slapped again so I just nodded in agreement. "Let's not." I smiled at him to ease his worry. Dayu gave me a small smile in return and I took that as a victory.

We gathered our personal stuffs. Left the room and rode the elevator down in silence. I stayed on the corner of the elevator while Dayu stood on the other end. As far away from me as possible.

We are back to being strangers again.

And I prefer it that way. Dayu also prefers it that way. Everyone is happy.

Except that is a lie because I am not happy. Dayu is one of the most interesting person I have meet in a long while. And honestly, I want to know him more.