You were sitting in your room. Looking out the window while still partially naked. It always feels more comfortable being in your own room. You sighed. You felt uneasy. You couldn't remember the last time you went out on a date. It's just been one nightstand after the other. You swore to yourself that you won't end up in his bed. At least tonight. You'll keep your walls up high. You still can't get that someone would be interested in you for more than just a night.
You took your little black dress and put it against your body. You've bought this a while ago but you never got to wear it for anything special. You've chosen complementing maroon lingerie. Even though you promised not to get undressed. You took your primer out and started putting on your makeup. That's how invested you are in it. You don't normally put make up on. You don't have time, anyways. After you put on red lipstick, you smiled.
'Damn it. I look so good.'
You laid your hair down, put it in a half knot. You heard a knock on the door. Your heart sank. That's him. You swallowed.
'This is okay.' 'You look beautiful. You're all perfect.'
You quickly got into your velvet maroon heals and walked to the door. Your hands shook as you placed them on the knob. 'It's going to be fine.' You took one last look in the mirror and then opened.
Jung Ho was standing there, looking at you lovingly. He smiled huge and seeing his lips curve up in that smile of his made you blush. He didn't give out any comments. He just held his hand out for you. As you gave him your hand, he kissed it. He guided you to the elevator. You could already feel the tension. You knew that you won't be out of the hotel. For safety reasons, again. But you didn't have a clue for where you'll exactly go.
"Close your beautiful eyes." He said demandingly. You immediately did so. He put his hands on the small of your back. Your spine felt like an electric cord thriving with nothing but intense electricity. You almost recoiled. He walked you around, guiding you while whispering in your ears.
"There are stairs here." "We're going to take a left." As you heard a door open you felt a rush of cool air. "Open your beautiful eyes." He said softly.
You opened your eyes to the roof. Loaded with lights and a table at the centre of the helicopter landing. There were speakers around playing jazz music. It felt like a fairytale. The lights playful with the wind that slowly brushed your skin with joy. You didn't realize that you stood there for a while.
Jung Ho was looking at you all along. He was scanning your face as you marveled at everything. He was happy that you looked happy. You mindlessly walked toward the table that had a maroon tablecloth complementing your shoes like he knew what you were going to wear. Jung Ho felt fine just watching you. You turned around, cleared your throat, and waved in front of his face.
"Jung Ho?" You pulled him out of the realm he got stuck in.
"One can't just look the other way when you're in sight." He said all cheesy as he took you by the hand to sit you down. "Champagne?" He said as he took the bottle.
"Yes, yes!" You could use a drink to calm your erratic nerves down. He struggled a bit as he tried to open it. You giggled.
"What are you laug—" before he could complete the sentence the bottle popped open to his surprise.
You laughed as you watched the froth fall on his hands. You took the handkerchief in front of you and rushed to cleaning his hands. As you were cleaning off the froth, taking good care of his cleanliness so it doesn't get sticky; He got lost in your face again.
When you looked up and locked your eyes with his you froze but shook it off quickly and took your distance. The tension seems to ease when you're in distance. The magnetism just weakens.
After pouring you a glass you found some champagne on the side of the glass so you licked the glass. It's something you do naturally but then you realized Jung Ho was looking.
You blushed. 'Cathy, that's your first date what the hell are you doing?' You rebuked yourself. He could sense your cringe so he did the same. He was doing his best to make you feel as comfortable as you can. He is trying not to say something cheesy on the first date. He's a sucker for romance and he is just struck by you.
"You look good, Jung Ho." You said as your eyes took in what he was wearing. Wearing black jeans hugging his legs at all the right places and a bluish silk shirt that flowed on his chest majestically.
You smirked at his glorious stance. He came out straight of a fashion magazine. You bit your lower lip by default. The music playing hypnotized you. So, instead of standing you just swayed to the music. You invited him to come and dance with you by holding out your hand. You both left the glasses on the table and got close.
"You like dancing, don't you." He said as he put his hands on your waist. Brushing against your curves. You feel soft to his touch. You tend to lose your balance when he's close. You control yourself and straighten out you body trying to glue things into place.
"I was a film student in LA. It wasn't uncommon to take dance classes." You smiled, "It was this basic bitch syndrome. You take soul cycling, yoga, and dance classes." He twirled you around and took you closer to him.
You were close enough you felt like he could feel your heart racing. He pressed against you with sensuality and determination. Like he wanted to take you in. He moved with you, giving you the upper hand. You took your dominion and guided him through the moves. You made him discover your curves. Your eyes could see him smiling as he was twirling you around. He couldn't get his eyes off of you. He then took you back into him and started talking.
"You know I came here, as well to learn dancing?"
"You did? You came all the way here? Where did you learn?" He mentioned a studio you've been to before. "No way! I went there too!" You didn't go there at the same time, though.
"What did you learn?" He asked.
You tried to leave out the part that you were fat and you started those lessons just to help you lose weight, "I did some contemporary dancing," you paused. "I also did some pole dancing." You threw it in and moved on quickly. "I learned some salsa, too."
"Pole dancing?" He asked surprised, eyes open wide.
"And salsa!" You tried to brush it off. "I can teach you some."
He got his phone for you to put on the suitable music. As it played you started moving to the music.
"It's all about your steps." You said as you counted. You started showing off what you still remember. You missed dancing. The wind flew around your body like a dancing partner that is ready to dance till dawn. It felt liberating. You took his hands.
"Just move to the music." He tried his best to keep up with you but he took a few wrong steps in a row. You laughed as you stopped.
"That's hard!" He said all kid like.
"I've got time to teach you." You said as you guided his hands on your waist. You started moving again to the music. He cleared his throat and tried his best to control himself.
"Feel that?" You asked. The air thickened with lust out of your intentionality. Your heartbeats went faster than Usain Bolt and you could feel your body asking for that finish line. You slowly came to a halt. You didn't want to break your promise. This night isn't going to end in anyone's bed.
"Let's make this lesson one." You winked as you took your breath. You walked to the table and he followed you. You drank the champagne and watched him as he sat. Eyes trailing the sweat falling on his forehead. You took your finger and dried it off. You couldn't get why you were that confident. It's like you're thriving here. You didn't want to hold your actions in.
"You hungry?" He asked.
"Very." You said spontaneously.
He rang for the waiter and he came out of nowhere. He gave you the menus. Your stomach guided you to steak. Steak and mashed potatoes. Your appetite is a demanding bitch. She always took control of you and taming her was a circus-like experience. He ordered the same. You looked at him as the waiter left. Anticipating what he was going to say.
"How do you see things?" He said out of nowhere.
"What do you mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows.
"I've always wondered about how you saw things. The way you see them in movies made me feel like, 'hey, that's a new type of perception!' This was the first thing I wanted to know," he swallowed, "how you see things. Why you see them the way you do."
You were really impressed and humbled by him. You haven't been asked such a question before, not even in interviews. It made you feel seen in a way you wished everyone could see. He wasn't interested in your work. He was interested in you who made the work. You took a deep breath trying to refresh your brain's tabs. You started buffering for longer than you wanted and it annoyed you.
"God, that's—" you tried to put letters next to each other but it's like you were incapable to form coherent words. "Well, let me just describe how my eyes see you, now." You said before you processed anything.
"Me?" He said pointing at himself. You nodded.
"I see this beam of light shining through your hair, creating a golden tinge on you. That part of you shines like tinker dust, contrasting your blue shirt like the sand complements the sea on an August's hot morning." You paused, "Your eyes look like a faraway galaxy as it reflects the lights around us. It's rotating around your iris when you move. Your eyes seem as vast as a universe that is willing to support life in every system it holds." You smiled, and stopped yourself at that. "That's what I see, now."
"You always seem to paint a picture,"
"I do. I think if I never learned film, I would've went to art school. I never thought I was good at anything, though." You felt like deflecting the question about why you see things the way you see them, "about that 'why' part, you'll get to know it by time."