Your Love is Unkind

Jealousy

Later that night, not only did everyone on our floor arrive but they brought friends. And their friends brought friends and by midnight not only was our room crowded but the party had moved down the hallway and into other rooms. Byungchan was on his 10th shot of vodka and had transformed into a social butterfly.

Honestly he never had any problems making friends, but when he drank he was more confident. Guys he usually ignored during the day, he would make out with at night. I was the complete opposite, the more I drank, the more I thought of only Subin. Most of the night I pretended to mingle in different circles, hoping I'd find him along the way. Close to 1:00am I spotted him, leather jacket, black jeans and a sleeves black shirt underneath. Looking like the grimreaper ready to snatch my soul out of my body.

Without hesitation I began to make my way through the sea of people, only to freeze half way. I wasn't prepared for what my eyes would see next; a taller man approaches Subin. The giant like stranger fingers through the shorter ones hair, and Subin seems to enjoy it. The urge to see him transforms into disappointment and jealousy.

Seeking to hide the embarrassment, I turn quickly only to be met by a new set of eyes. I try to press the breaks on my drunken movements, But I crash right into him.

Instead of pushing me away, the drunk figure wraps both arms around my waist. His face is so close I can see the little drops of sweat forming right above his lips. His fluffy hair partially covering his eyes. And instead of breaking from his grasp I adjust myself in his embrace. All while wondering if Subin would catch a glimpse of me with someone else, would he feel what I felt?