Strangers

Six

warning: sensitive/rated/forced sexual scene.
The whiskey filled Jaehyun's glass as he ordered, totally ignoring the loud club music that vibrated in his stomach. Burning alcohol went down in his system, head spinning and feeling dizzy. A few drops of liquid fell on his black tshirt, but he cared less about clothes in this moment. Pulling out a cigarette pack from the back pocket of his skinny dark jeans, the young man captured the filter in between his swollen lips. His state was something in the middle between being fully drunk and totally aware of the world around him.

"One more glass of whiskey"

"Jaehyun, you already drank one bottle alone, what's wrong with you?", Taeil's words were unintelligible, decompose somewhere in the background with the night club noise and people.

"I fucking said one more glass of alcohol", he kept his voice calm, but it was easily noticed the notes of annoyance because it went deep like the tonality was drowning in that back of his throat. "Taeil don't argue with me".

"No, i know you're going through do something bad, but i've never saw you drinking so much, it's enough for you today, trust me."

Rubbing his nape in annoyance, he wasn't in the mood to quarrel, he was barely standing on his feet due to the quantity of the toxin in his veins, making him go insane, more than he already was. So why was Jaehyun getting drunk? it's been a few days since he's been thinking about the boy that he can't reach lately. Taeyong won't pick up the phone or reply to any of his texts, it happens for the first time and Jung started to believe that Taeyong decided to forget him for real.

"Ah, fuck it", he said while getting up and making his way to the exit, yet some random boy stopped him by the door, grabbing the hem of Jaehyun's jacket to attract his attention.

"Leaving early today, huh?", the unfamiliar boy closed the space between him and the taller, one hand now pressed against Jung's salient chest, patting the clothed muscled in a gentle manner. "Haven't even played with me yet".

"I have something better to do today"

"I wonder what better do you have to do rather than doing me", one of the thin arms encircled around Jaehyun's neck, stepping closer to press himself fully against the broad man, which openly showed no interest in the young man from the beginning, really hurting the other's pride.

"Fuck off, Jungsoo, i'm not in the mood", the taller slapped the hand away from his chest, escaping from the boy's hold, pushing him away enough so there is enough space between them again.

"My name is Jungwoo", the boy was visibly getting upset that he misspelled his name, but well, Jung would give zero fuck to anyone right now, the was in such a state when nothing could impress him at this point.

"Who the fuck cares"

"Asshole", Jungwoo screamed in Jaehyun's face and spun around to leave him alone, even a call boy wouldn't stand his arrogance, he was too direct and his words cut like knives because he always said what he thought. Jungwoo was considered a handsome young man that had attention from many men, but as many naive persons, he fell for the person he can't have, and let Jaehyun fulfill his wet dreams sometimes, but tonight something was off and Jung wasn't even trying to flirt.

Getting in the dark gray sport car, which was already in the sky's blessing that we human call rain, he started the auto, but not before finishing his cigar. Hand wrapped around the steering wheel, knuckles turning into a white color and teeth grinding. As drank as he was, he wasn't going to get home, instead he decided that there are things that are waiting to be solved. His nostrils were filled with a chaotic scent that he could feel from kilometers, it was calling, luring him like majestic narcotic.