ALL BARK NO BITE | SADISTIC BEAUTY SPINOFF

Chapter 13

7 YEARS AGO

~ Outside Business Department, Hanguk University, Daehak-dong, Gwanak-gu, Seoul

"Wookyung! at least spend one break with us, motherfucker" his flock of friends called to him as he tried to slowly sidle away to the Writing Department after the bell. He had grown into a habit of trailing Minho after he started avoiding him because of the incident in the classroom.

He knew, of course, that it would happen. He did do it as a warning but he didn't expect Minho to be such a swift bastard to catch up. He'd be in a classroom one second and then disappear into thin air the next. There came days when he didn't see him at all and Wookyung's soul sat more restless inside his body.

He wanted him to be a constant in his universe. There was a certain thrill in overwhelming Minho with his presence or being in the same room as him. Something arousing in the way his eyes darted lower out of sheer intimidation. Moreover, with the writing competition right around the corner, he had to see what Minho was going to do.

His friends were still calling for him like fish nipping for crumbs. They were mostly halfway corrupt as most college boys were. "Hang out with us" one of them piped "Won't you stand with your buddies over hoes?" the other pleaded "Anyways you have the smokes" "Always chasing the next ass! we need to see you too, you know" and another yelled over the din.

Not really. They didn't exactly 'need' him as much as they needed an open wallet and a free ride. Even the occasion place to crash their drunk asses at. He didn't mind tossing money but today was different. He needed to hurry. Plus, they weren't that close to begin with and he was always stuck dealing with their troubles but then again...

That's how he made friends. When he threw money at people, most picked it up and walked off while some happily sucked up to him, waiting for more. He usually waited for the latter when it came to friendship. It was just one of those things that money made easier. Everybody needed money if not him, and they needed it for everything.

Minho was different somehow. He wanted neither his charity nor his resources, a force entirely on his own. He would actually get offended if someone were to suggest that he might need help. Wookyung was attracted to that very facet about him. It was rare to meet someone who turned his back on easy money.

He didn't want him not did he exploit him for taxi joyrides or free meals or even the selfish fuck. Wookyung had pretty much accepted the fact that people would see him synonymous with extra benefits. But not so much Minho. Granted that it was his arrogance that overrode most things, but he seemed to demand more substantial things from him.

You're a degenerate, you don't deserve to be treated nicely Wookyung remembered his fiery words right before he tortured him in that classroom. He understood how he saw him as lesser because of his sexual and otherwise unlawful tendencies but something he liked even more was that Byun Minho wasn't any better than him.

It was interesting to note their perceived differences. He might be a spoiled, rich, sex addict in the basest sense but to the world, Cha Wookyung was a generous, kind, loving and helpful man. And while Byun Minho prided himself in his values, hardwork and chastity, he was seen as rude, arrogant, dishonest.

But just because he thought he was better doesn't mean he was. They were both made of the same elements that were just raised and encouraged differently. Wookyung had, for the most part, grown up being admired for his strong body and domineering ways and people always saw his sexual behaviour fitting for someone like him.

Byun Minho on the other hand, probably grew up on the acid that puritanism was. Holding his chin low, repeating religious recitations in his mind, strapping his groin right and telling himself that everything is right with God if only he doesn't lose his virginity. And if his textbook purity was what he was proud of then Wookyung couldn't wait to soil him.