focused on the ground below, she sat calm, callused hands gripping the balcony.
"don't do it dasi."
abruptly, she fell forward.
"dasi!"
he tried.
slowly falling, and almost out of sight, she screamed:
"am i sane yet?"
One by one, people gathered and surrounded themselves around her. They began to multiply in seconds. She was truly a sight to be seen. She was rare. They've never seen someone,
with such a dark skin tone.
Everyone had their head in the clouds, with the same thoughts.
She wasn't from around here.
No where in this continent at least.
They all snapped back to their senses. One of them finally asked her a question that they have all been wondering.
"Where are you from?"
All this attention.. She thought.
She was mentally exhausted. Her antisocial being wasn't prepared for this encounter.
"저는 미국 사람입니다." (cheonun mi-gug saram imnida- I'm american.)
She knew how to speak Korean.
They gasp.
They've only seen such a skin color on tv, they didn't know such a person existed in South Korea.
It was just her first day and first year at Yonsei University.
She didn't want to come to the party, but she had to. Her roommate was having sex with her significant other in their dorm. She needed to find somewhere to hide, and somehow, she ended up at this party.
She was wearing a white turtle neck, a silver heart encrusted sterling silver necklace, boyfriend jeans, and white fila's. Her hair was down in braids. She wore huge, round clear glasses.
I was expecting this, but I didn't know it was going to be this bad.
She lived in America. Korean culture has always fascinated her. She started learning the language at the young age of twelve. It had always been her dream to explore Korea, and now she was living it. She applied to Yonsei, not sure if they were going to accept her.
The admission board made sure she knew how impressed they were with how she spoke Korean so fluently, like a native.
That's probably how I got in.
"Woah." They all curved their mouths forming an O shape. They were very impressed. Women started touching her hair. Men kept complimenting her. Everyone was observing her from head to toe.
She was always self conscious. She felt her anxiety eating her up. She stared at the marble floor, playing with her fingers. She looked up when everyone collectively stopped conversing.
A man around her height, pushed through the crowd and looked her in the eyes. She forcefully looked back down at the marble tiles. She could feel him staring directly at her, it was like he was staring into her soul.
He asked the closest person near him who she is.
" 난 몰라. 그녀는 한국인이고 그녀는 미국인입니다.." (geunyeoneun hangug-in-igo geunyeoneun migug-in-ibnida.- I don't know. She speaks Korean and she's from America.)
He took a good look at her once again.
"이름이 뭐에요" (ireumi mwo eh yo? - What's your name?)
She purposely pointed at herself, acting as if she wondered if he was talking to her. He nodded.
"Dasi 입니다." (Dasi imnida. -I'm Dasi.)
He nodded and gave Dasi a forced smile.
"종국 입니다. (Jungkook imnida. -I'm Jungkook.)
He turned and told the crowd to move away, then walked towards his group of friends. Everyone took one last look at Dasi and scattered.
Who is he and why is he feared by others?
My roommate should be done by now. She makes a dash for the door but another male approaches her. He introduces himself as Kim Taehyung.
He pulls her to the dance floor and he starts dancing. Nervous, Dasi sways side to side, looking stiff. When she gets a little more comfortable, she dances freely. People around her cheer her on. She catches Jungkook staring at her and he quickly looks away.
Jungkook stares at Dasi. He's seen black women before, but he's never felt such an attraction until today. Her name was extremely unique. Her style was similar to his, and he liked shy girls.
She had a perfect body shape, with a plump ass, her breasts small but it fit her tall stature. He loved how tall she was. He thought she was just perfect.
He took took a sip of his drink when his friends noticed he was staring at her.
"그녀와 이야기해라." (geunyeowa iyagihaela.- Go talk to her.)
"남 주나-" (namjoonah-. Namjoon- )
Namjoon pushes Jungkook out to the crowd, but the crowd disperses.
Where is she?
He observes the room, standing on his toes, waving his head in all different directions, looking for where Dasi is. He spots her, at the door, ready to leave. Jungkook walks quicker, pushing everyone in his way to the side. He wanted to know more about her.
She's gone and out of sight.
He opens the door, only to find her silhouette blending in with the night.
She was gone.
He stands, eyes closed, and sighs as her silhouette is no longer in view.
fate, shall we meet again?
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