For some reason airports make me super nostalgic. They remind me of the day I left for America. The day my best friend left for Europe. We both had dreams and we knew we needed to follow them, that we would both regret it if we stayed behind in our small korean towns, tending to our parents' businesses.
We were both made for something bigger, and it was our job to follow that path.
But sadly our friendship didn't seem to last through the five long years we've been away.
It's not because our bond wasn't strong enough, that's not it. Our bond was unbreakable from the moment we met, freshman year of highschool. I wouldn't even go as far as to say it's broken now, we were just too busy to keep in touch.
And that's the sad truth. We could've made time for each other. Heck, we'd meet up with each other if our businesses brought us near each other, but ever since our last meet up . . . I guess you could say things were a little awkward.
Let me give you a flash back, dear readers, since I am terribly bored as my flight has yet to take off.
So I was sitting there, barbecue sauce on m- nevermind.
So there we were, catching up at a korean restaurant near where Jeongguk lived. It was a cute, quaint place, filled with joy and laughter and just the over all feeling of giddiness as two best friends caught up.
It was never hard to talk to him, that's part of what made our bond so unbreakably strong.
But it was also one of the factors that would bring our amazing friendship into the raging depths of hell.
Per usual, we ordered soju and beer as we relaxed from the day's earlier stress. Talking about how our jobs were going, how our families were doing, and talking about anything and everything that best friends would talk about.
That was until we were both a little too tipsy and decided it was a good idea to get even more drunk, to the point where we were both stumbling out of the restaurant, holding onto each other's shoulders and finding comfort and refuge on the wooden bench outside the restaurant.
Now remember the part where I said we could easily talk to each other? And how it was our downfall? Yeah that's because my drunk ass confessed my love to him because he was 'oh so easy to talk to'.
To be fair, it wasn't all bad. In our drunken stupors, we both found out that we had feelings for the other.
Kissing sweetly on the bench, a little messy from the alcohol, I can still remember the soft feeling of his lips on mine. I could never be drunk enough to forget that feeling.
So you're probably thinking, "Taehyung! What's the big deal? Isn't that great?! You both find out you love each other and everything is perfect...right?"
Wrong.
Completely wrong.
Maybe it would have been perfect if we didn't regret it the next morning. Maybe it would have been perfect if we were openly gay. Maybe it would have been perfect if we were accepted in Korea. Maybe it would have been perfect if we weren't so ashamed of ourselves that we couldn't even bring up the subject the next day. We had both pretended that nothing had happened.
That we didn't feel each other's gentle touches, the feeling of soft lips brushing together, the feeling of lust and love surrounding us in the air.
None of that had happened. Or at least that's what we told ourselves.
That morning I headed back to work, I had one more meeting until I had to fly back to America, leaving Jeongguk in Europe.
