So there we were. Sitting in a coffee shop
at 8pm sipping latte.
It was a nice and warm ambience with a
touch of familiarity as I had come here quite often. With soft classical music
playing in the background, I gazed at Jinyoung who had been drinking his latte
quietly. Noticing my eyes on him, he smiled the same old smile he always gave
me as a child. The sides of his lips curved upwards and my heart skipped a beat
instantly. And yet, his dressing was extremely foreign to me.
The slender guy I had always known had long
curly hair. The floral dress he was wearing seemed exceptionally unusual and
yet surprisingly suits him well. He sat demurely, as if this was not his first
time cross-dressing.
When I was young, Jinyoung had always been
there for me. We shared our hopes and dreams. For Jinyoung, he wanted to be on
stage, to sing and to dance and to use his talents to lift the spirits of
others. For me, I wanted to be an art graduate majoring in fashion design.
Together we made a quirky pair who lived just one step away.
But then, he was scouted at the age of 17
and I was sent to America to study art on a scholarship. We haven’t really
contacted each other since then so after 2 years, I was surprised to see him
here in America.
And now the big question – “What are you
doing in America while cross-dressing?”
- alicemylove
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