FIRST OF ALL, LET ME SAY THAT I PROBABLY AM THE LAST ONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS.
Are you familiar with this heart?
YOU SHOULD BE. Lol! kidding, but if you’ve seen enough of sungyeol’s airport or non-promotional/performance photos, you will notice that he wears lots of shirts that has this heart design on it.
I was at a family party earlier for new year’s day and I have a cousin that visited from new york with her husband. This cousin has been living with us for the past week. I knew she had quite a bit of dough. She’s a hairstylist in New York, she gets clients like well-known underground DJs and have become friends with fashion designers. Not that I’m bragging because there’s no point of bragging. These people aren’t people I know, she does, and I’m just her cousin. But anyway. She was the one who gave me my polaroid camera, she was the one who gave me quite a bit of nice things. But I never knew she owned a Comme De Garcons top.
She was wearing the top at the party. Since she is a pretty chill person, I boldly asked her if I could have it and she didn’t really know what to say, she didn’t want to say no, but she didn’t really want to give it to me. But because I want it really bad, I asked that if she sees something with that heart again she would buy it for me.
“This is Comme de Garcons. Their clothes are all limited edition. If you want one design, buy it then and there because they only have probably just a few in the world. And this shirt cost $250.00.”
My eyes grew so big and wanting the shirt quickly just left my mind. But what stuck to my mind was the price and everything. Damn.
I thought it was going to be a fair price because I asked my friend from Korea to buy me this hoya/sunggyu she’s back shirt for $30, this is me wearing it, cut my head off lmao:
Mystery.
He was never really interested in someone. If he was, it wouldn’t be known, it wouldn’t be obvious. He never really looked or thought about someone with genuine curiosity for more than three seconds. With him, you can never tell.
His cold stares and his poker face, even his mother can never identify what he was thinking. He seldom smiled, he seldom laughed, he chuckled often, smirked more so, but never too frequent. He went on with his ways flawlessly, not needing to have to talk to anyone if it could be helped. He was impossible.
He landed a modelling job and the photographers loved him. His strong features and his intimidating presence filled up the room. He never needed to open his mouth to declare his arrival. Once he stepped in the set, all eyes were on him, or everyone was aware that the main model had entered the set, and everyone made sure everything was ready.
That was when I stepped in.
Everything I’ve said about Kim Myungsoo were facts that I got from the staff in the set once we heard that he was the new main model for the brand. Just by how they swoon and describe him, I knew what kind of artist I had to deal with.
I was his make up artist. I could not deny his presence. But models like him at the time were not my favorite. They were too picky. Just a small tight smile and a small bow, he introduced himself and waited for me to lead him to the chair. I didn’t waste my time wondering about him. I judged him and assumed that he was like all the other models, snobs, self-centred. I wanted to poke his eyes with the coal eyeliner that I was using on his water line, just to show guys that I assumed were like him…But as I lined his eyes, I felt the weight of his eyes on me. Slowly, I looked up at him and sure enough, he was watching me.
“What’s up?” I asked him casually, even if he was a good few years older than me.
“Nothing…” he said softly, but kept watching me. I didn’t want to jump into conclusions, so I went on with what I was doing.
Not fifteen minutes later, I finished up with his look and he proceeded to take pictures. About two hours later I met him again in the change room to remove his make up and again, he looked at me the same way he did earlier but I just went on with what I was supposed to do.
“You….” he said softly and I looked at him in the eyes and I felt a flush of tickling chills roll through my veins as he squinted his eyes, “You are a bit of a mystery, aren’t you?”
“No more of a mystery than you, though…” I answered back, and to everyone’s surprise, the coordis, the directors, the photographers, and even me, he laughed whole heartedly and that’s when I knew that he was much more of a mystery than anyone really knew.
Stranger.
There was something special about him. I met him in the most unexpected, most unusual way. I met him along the streets of downtown in front of some boutique as I sipped a little bit of the Americano with peppermint shots that I ordered from a coffee shop along that street. It was one of those days when I just needed my coffee fix as I headed to my office, the rush of the caffeine shocking my kidneys was just what I needed to give my senses enhancement to better my performance that day. I was just another person, along with many that rushed through the crowd as some leisurely strolled, some almost ran and some, like me, walked at a faster pace than normal, but not stressfully speeding up, chasing time.
It was when a flash of reflection from a window, or mirror from some boutique hit my eye that I squinted and looked away and as I did, still sipping my cheap coffee, my eyes landed on him and in that moment, in that split second that our eyes met there was something. After seeing him, after looking him straight in his deep dark eyes, and after stepping a few steps away…something inside me, something so powerful told me to turn around and walk back….I did.
I turned around and halfway back, three steps back, right where I saw him, right where our eyes met just earlier was him, slowing down to a stop, again, like a few seconds before, looking right at me as I did him.
And somehow, we knew that there was something about each other that was different from anyone else and in that moment, with that same exact realization, we both took a step forward and reached our hands out to each other, introducing each other like we had a mutual friend, like we saw each other before.
As our hands met, that was when everything clicked for both of us. When our hands met, we somehow knew that ‘yes, this person, this amazing stranger is the one for me.’
And so we sit here, in the cheap coffee shop where I bought my coffee that day. We are here today, like many other days and talk, laugh and appreciate each other, like we just met, like that first day, except this time, our hands are on top of each other on the table, celebrating our third year anniversary.
When Myungsoo spots a fan holding their placard upside-down… ≧∇≦
