"The Bored One"

"The Bored One"

by:

Virgilio F. De leon Jr.MD 

He began to wonder why he kept on attending this inane parties. He looked young but on the inside he was almost a thousand years old and despite not having the appearance of a great great great grand parent felt like he should be taking a nap instead of dancing to this...uh...Music?

Some of these people might have been direct descendants of some people he knew. He had seen the guest list and saw the surnames and laughed a little that they were all so proud of their titles that they would probably be embarrassed to know what their ancestors did for a living before hitting it big somewhere. 

He read somewhere that clothes had trends where they cycle back. It had seemed to him that as each century passed the things people wore were actually getting tighter and tighter or even becoming none existent. He did not mind seeing flesh but all that talk of cycles forgot to talk about the fact that some articles of clothing might not make it back to the next cycle. And this party was full of half naked people that had those small pieces of clothing clinging to them like they will snap at any moment. He found that amusing as if these people were tempting fate by dancing even more vigorously to this...uh...music?

He had a drink and looked out in the darkness. He wanted to hear the sea and wind more so he descended the stairs that lead directly to the beach and in some shadowy areas he saw couples doing things that couples did in shadowy areas. They would not mind a single figure passing by as they seemed to be so engrossed in their activities. The young had so much energy. He quickly walked as not to disturb their fun. 

The sand was warm this night and the moon was partly hidden by clouds but the sound of the party was at least farther and the sea breezed soothed him somehow. 

"Bored of the party too or are you trying to get away from someone?" It was a melodic voice that seemed familiar to him. His eyes adjusted to the darkness to the see the woman to his left.

"Just getting away from the party in general." He muttered and he took a handful of sand and threw it without meaning to.

"But you are the one who throws these parties in the first place!" The woman seemed surprised.

Now he remembered why he attended these parties. Money was made under his name. Deals were done or undone. Lives continued and ended. And it was all under this seaside villas roof that it happened once a year. 

"And why are you here Miss? shouldn't you be making deals under my name as well?"

"Me? I went here with a date and it seemed like he forgot about me."

"Such a shame. You want me to call him and have him punished?"

"Really. You could do that?"

"Is it this guy?"

And a man appeared on the sand , confused. Still acting like he was talking to someone.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"I really hate it when people swear."

"Me too." The Woman said

"Should I rip out his tongue?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" The confused man turned around to face him and was hit with the realization of who he was talking to. He began to grovel for his life.

"did you really come with this guy?"

"Sadly. He seemed all blustery when I met him. Always talking about how much money he could bring in for you and that you would always look upon him as your trusted servant."

"Really now? What is your name my trusted servant."

"Yang Taehyun from the Red Day Group , Sir."

"I don't know you and Red day group is one of my small unperforming areas. They will be incorporated to the Green Group except for you. Consider yourself gone."

"But Sir , I meant no..."

"Go now before I decide that I really want to cut your tongue out."

The man ran and sprayed sand everywhere as he went. The woman laughed and he had never heard such laughter before. Was she impressed with his power over these humans? 

"Now. I am YuuA. Consider me a retired idol. I would like to know more about you Chairman V."

"Just V will do."