Nobodys Perfect (1/2)

"Nobody is perfect, and that's part of the beauty of being human."***   “Ah, Chanyeol.”

Chanyeol grins, dropping his coat on the coat stand before walking over to the bar stools that line a nearly empty bench. There’s only a handful of people, either too drunk to walk on their own or too interested in the conversation that the new bartender and his lover are having. The conversation that causes Chanyeol to soon perk his head up in interest.

“It’s getting unruly out there,” Kyungsoo breathes. Jongin nods, sighing.

“It was going to happen eventually,” Jongin says.

“Society’s been like this for too long. Things were bound to happen once the gap got wider.”

Chanyeol furrows a brow in confusion as Jongin marches over, pulling him in for a hug before sliding a glass across the counter. Jongin seems to be fitting in well with this new environment.

Although everything for him must be foreign, from the slight slant of the floor to the weaved thatch that composes the roof; barely enough to hold in the torrential weather South Korea has often experienced these past few years, Jongin has made the transition a lot better than Chanyeol could possibly have expected.

“What are you talking about?” Chanyeol says, cutting into the conversation.

Jongin nods to Kyungsoo, taking over his role as Kyungsoo flops down in the chair next to Chanyeol. Chanyeol notices that their gazes linger as they pass by each other, and he wonders just how long they’ve been going out. There’s a lot Chanyeol doesn’t know about their relationship, but he knows that they’re content with just each other. Just like he and Kris.

“The peasant class is getting unruly,” Kyungsoo explains.

“People are getting sick of the perfect having all the fortune and they’re planning revolts…”

Chanyeol’s eyes widen.

“You can’t be serious!” he exclaims.

“It’s always been this way, how can things possibly change? The perfect have brought order… Haven’t they?” Chanyeol’s eyebrows crease in confusion.

It’s what he’s always been taught. Society was unkempt and sinful before the perfect. People hurt and were hurt; people murdered and were murdered. Common folk had weapons and used them unwisely against one another, people lived in fear.

“That’s what the perfect want you to believe,” Jongin cuts in, giving Chanyeol a wary glance.

“They want you to think that with them in power the ordinary people benefit. And just by the inference that their genes are superior…” Jongin explains.

“There’s nothing perfect about the perfect, as you should know by now, Chanyeol,” Jongin continues.

“We cut one attribute to make the others more effective. Most of the time, this is cutting mental capacity for physical beauty. Why do you think the entire class of perfect are complete idiots? My parents, God…”

Chanyeol shakes his head at Jongin, unable to grasp his friend’s meaning.

“Perfect may look physically appealing but on the inside they’re just as imperfect if not more imperfect than you guys. Myself included.” Kyungsoo shakes his head at his boyfriend, rubbing his arm anxiously.

“Don’t talk that way about yourself!” Kyungsoo whispers.

“But it’s true!” Jongin exclaims, staring at Kyungsoo wildly. But Kyungsoo doesn’t agree.

“No one’s perfect, Jongin,” he says pointedly.

“And I don’t expect you to be.”

Jongin gives his boyfriend a warm smile, before pulling him into a tight embrace. Kyungsoo sighs, planting a gentle kiss on Jongin’s cheek. The pair stands, embracing each other as if their life depended on it.

“But it’s always been this way,” Chanyeol says, voice cracking.

“Maybe its time for change,” Kyungsoo says, barely a whisper.