A/N: Hey so this was based on Filipino rapper, Gloc 9âs song called âMagdaâ. I really had fun writing this because I am always a hoe for angst lmao I wrote this also for a friend so I hope you guys enjoy this!
âGyeomie put your pinky finger up come on! Good! Now promise me that weâd go live together in the future! Maybe marry each other and have kids of our own!â
âAlright, alright fine! I promise sheesh! Now letâs go home, mom might be looking for us.â
Ten years have passed ever since two eight-year-old little boys who knew nothing of the world made promises to each other. Promises they werenât sure would be fulfilled when Bambam and his mom left Yugyeom and the comforting ambiance of suburban Yeonhui-dong for the noisy and bustling city life in Myeongdong. Ten years have passed and now Yugyeom wants to fulfill that promise he made to his childhood friend. He spent his whole life trying to accumulate enough wealth for them to get married and start a family, even taking double and triple shifts just to achieve his self-imposed quota.
Now heâs right here in Seoulâs red-light district, Sinchon, where he heard that Bambam works night shifts. He kept looking for the address that he had on a piece of paper, even asking other passers-by where he could find it. When he finally got there, he immediately saw a poster which bore Bambamâs face. His hair was colored differently and he had a bit of eye makeup and lip color but the smile was definitely his childhood friendâs. Because of the joy and relief he suddenly felt, he entered the place within a heartbeat.
Inside, he looked around. The place had a dark ambiance, only being lit by the colorful strobe lights on the mini stage which helped him see tables and chairs and salarymen drinking their paychecks away.
Suddenly, people clapped and music started playing. On the stage emerged two cloaked figures. Yugyeom squinted his eyes to see if he could make out the faces under the hoods but to no avail. Slowly, the figures started dancing. Their movements somewhat hypnotic and alluring, drawing in their audience as they turned their backs and took off their hoods. They kept on dancing in the dim lights for a while until the spotlights turned on and they spun to face the salarymen. Yugyeom recognized one of the dancers immediately. It was Bambam! It also seemed like he recognized Yugyeom too, but before he could call out Bambamâs name, the cloaks fell to the ground and he asked himself. Why was Bambam dancing onstage wearing only lingerie?
Alternately, Bambam also saw Yugyeom. Instead of feeling intense joy, he felt mortified. Why was he here? How did he find him? Does he still recognize his childhood best friend?
Bam debated with himself whether or not he would continue his show because of Yugyeomâs sudden appearance, but he needed the money. His mom needed the money badly. With remorse showing on his face, he took off his cloak.
Yugyeom felt like the protagonist of an action movie in the events that transpired. Bambam pulling him through alleys and backroads and ultimately, inside a taxi. Bambam didnât speak throughout the ride and only talked again when he told the driver to stop. After paying the fare, he pulled Yugyeom out and into an apartment building. He fumbled for his keys before he got to opening his unit. Once inside, he closed the door behind him and hugged Yugyeom tightly.
âWhy are you here? How did you find me?â he asked.
âIâm here to fulfill that promise we made back when we were kids. I asked around where I could find you and it led me here. God, Bam Iâm so happy to finally find you!â
A question still tugged on the back of Bamâs mind but didnât get to ask him once Yugyeom was on his lips.
Bambam was confused at most, but the pleasure immediately kicked in and pushed aside all thoughts except for him and Yugyeom.
Yugyeom hugged him tight as they kissed, one hand on the small of the otherâs back and his free hand on Bamâs nape. The kiss was heated by passion and longing. Yugyeom wanted Bambam, he needed Bambam. He was gonna stop at nothing to finally get him and take him away from this god-forsaken place.
Clothes flew in every direction and suddenly the two were a tangle of limbs on Bambamâs bed. The metal squeaking at the sudden weight as Yugyeomâs hand ran over the olderâs slender body, stopping just at his waist. He pulled away for air and looked at his face.
âIs this okay? Bambam, do you want this?â
It took no time for the latter to nod his head furiously and pull the younger back on his lips.
Everything went by in a flash. Limbs entangled with each other, breaths and moans mixing together as their prolonged dream was finally fulfilled.
Yugyeom woke up when the sunlight crept in from the roomâs window. Strangely, the space beside him was empty and a folded paper lay where Bambam was underneath him last night. He slowly sat up, letting his legs hang over the bedâs edge as he took the letter and unfolded it, revealing the olderâs handwriting and a few wet spots on the paper.
I know youâre sleeping soundly so I didnât say goodbye nor wake you up. I wanna thank you for bringing tteokbokki and giving me the best night of my life.
When I left the suburbs, I thought I could find true love. I looked for it anywhere and with anyone, I didnât know this is what I would become.
Instead of saving me, they pushed me down the cliff, I guess this is the real meaning of desperate measures. If it stinks, wash it; if it itches, put ointment on it. if you canât take it then avert your eyes.
Even when Iâm paid to give salarymen pleasure, even when I know the smell of different menâs saliva, the only thing I can be proud of is that youâre the only one I kissed on the lips.
I really, really wanna stay in your arms and I am glad that you have finally found me. But nothing can erase away the things Iâve done and someone like me can never be worthy of someone like you. I dreamt of the moment youâd bring me to the altar but the bitterness in my heart has disabled it from loving again.
Iâll never forget how your lips felt when we kissed but please donât ever come back here. It was godâs gift that we met. Thank you for the memories my love.
Yugyeom felt hot tears flowing down his cheeks and onto the paper as he held tightly to it. He stopped a sobbing from escaping as he laid back down on the bed and clutched the paper close to his chest.
Only two words resonated in his mind ever since.
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