Dream Catcher

Chapter 5

"It's late, why don't you go and get some rest." B Bomb patted me on the back. He shrugged on his coat and began to turn off all the lights.

"Nah," I shook my head, "Don't worry about it, I'll lock up."

"You sure? I mean you just got out of the hospital." He insisted. I assured him I was fine and sent him on his way.

I still had a lot to do, lyrics to write for a song. I then had to record it, which usually took more than one go. By the time I finished it was four in the morning and my eyes were throbbing from the strain of trying to stay awake.

I grabbed my jacket from the coat hanger and turned off all the lights in the recording studio.

The air was slowly but surely shifting from spring to fall around me. I could just barely see my breath mist in front of me everytime I exhaled.

Regardless of the time, the streets were pretty busy. Mostly from people starting work this early or tipsy bitches carrying their drunk bitch friends.

I pulled my jacket tighter around me and kept to myself.

"Jiho?" I stumbled a little and turned around at the sound of my name. Minji, a couple yards behind me, jogged towards me. Her curly locks pulled back in a ponytail that trailed behind her while she ran.

"Hey." I wrapped my arms around her and kept one on her shoulders while we walked. "What are you doing out here so late?"

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear while she talked, "I was heading to the library."

My jaw dropped and I looked at here with wide eyes, "At five in the morning!?" I guffawed.

"Yes," She said matter of factly, "Don't judge me. My mom works all day and I hate being locked up in that big empty house. Its so lonely.. But how about you? Why are you up and wandering?"

I shrugged and kicked an empty beer can in front of me, "Uh, I was working I guess you could say."

"Where do you work?"

"Im a rapper."

Minji scoffed and shook her head. "You don't believe me?!" I asked, amused and suddenly eager to prove her wrong.

"Wait, you're serious?" I nodded with a smug smile.

"Come here," I took her by the hand and led her towards the direction of where I lived. A crappy apartment a couple blocks from where we were.
I unlocked the door and suddenly felt embarrassed of the place. Not because it was dirty, which it wasn't, but because it was so empty.

I usually spent most of my life at the recording studio, a bar, or at a friends house. The point was, the only reason I came home was to sleep.

So the only thing the living room consisted of was a small couch and a bulky tv. The kitchen was completely empty except a couple packages of microwaveable food in the cupboards. And my room only held a small nightstand with a stereo and my bed.

Only two rooms in my house were actually full. One being the bathroom. Mostly because I had about six different types of shampoo and conditioner, countless bottles of cologne, and an endless supply of shaving gel and razors.

The other wasn't even a room, it was my closet. Which was over crowded with snapbacks, beanies, shoes, shirts, pants, jackets, etc.

Even the underwear drawer was full.
"Ignore the ghettoness." I threw an old can of beer in the trash and began to dig around for my box of CDs.

Once I found it stuffed behind the couch, I grabbed a random disk and went to place it in my stereo.

Minji took a seat on my bed and listened as the song began to play.
"I ended up not including this song in an actual album, only because I wanted to keep it for myself.. In a non selfish way." I explained.

She began to bob her head to the music, clearly enjoying it to my relief. Once the song ended I clicked pause before the next track could play, and asked her what she thought.

"I gotta say, it was really good. How come you never told me you were so talented?"

I felt a little giddy from the feedback, causing me to absentmindedly hop in my spot on the bouncy bed. "I guess I never got the chance."

"Can you play another one?" She asked. I nodded and gladly clicked play.

The beat began and I almost clicked next. The song was one I didn't really want to show her since it contained a lot of curse words and talked about getting bitches and money.

But I really liked the beat to it, so I hoped she wouldn't pay much attention to the lyrics and let it go on.

She didn't comment on it. Instead she laid down on her back and stared at the ceiling as her feet tapped to the music. I smiled at her before laying myself next to her body.

We both rested there for a while, completely still and indulged in the music. After a while I felt Minjis hand cup my own, her small fingers barely able to wrap around mine.

"Why are you so alone?" Minji whispered, when the CD was over half finished with.

I chuckled and lifted my head up to look at her, "What?"

"You seem like a really lonely person. I get you hate your adoptive family but why don't you have any friends?"

"I do have friends. Its just they're the type you can't hang out with every day. Or else you'd probably end up dead."

She made eye contact with me before speaking, "I don't think so. To me it seems like they're just there so you have someone to call friends."

I shrugged, "They really are my friends. But nothing more than that. Not best friends, not acquaintances. They're just simply friends."

Her eyes shifted from me to the window behind me, where light was beginning to shine through from the sun rising.

I took the opportunity to look at her lips, her perfect set of lips, and then found myself kissing her.

She didn't seem surprised from it. On the contrary, she kissed me back as soon as I made contact with her. The air around me suddenly seemed so cold, and I began to yearn for her to warm me up.

Her arms were so hesitant as they wrapped around me, but I encouraged her by pulling her closer to me and kissing her harder.

I could feel her body on mine, every crook and cranny of her thighs, torso and limbs held against me.

Before I knew it, we were laying half naked in between the sheets with our legs intertwined. Minjis hands held on to my bare shoulders, urging me to be gentle with her.

For some reason, it felt different with Minji. Even though I had already slept with plenty of women, I even filmed one girl and blackmailed her for a while before getting bored with it and emailing it to her mom.

But this time, it felt special.

Like loosing my virginity all over again.
I was suddenly nervous. And all my knowledge of the female body was erased from my mind.

"I-Im sorry." I apologized as I fumbled with Minjis bra. A couple seconds later she sat up and seamlessly did it herself, making me feel stupid.

But she seemed even more scared than me. I could feel her uneven breathing, her skin was moist with sweat and she was shaking like a leaf.

I gently flipped her over and kissed her softly, "Relax." I cooed, "It'll be easy."

She inhaled and exhaled deeply before nodding, "Im just nervous."

"Yeah," I nodded, "So am I."