on pieces of dyed rays | woosan

Chapter Three

"Not for business here tonight?"

Wooyoung shifts his eyes from the dancing crowd to Yeosang shaking whatever mixer he is making.

"Not really," Wooyoung answers. "Just looking for fun tonight."

It is one of those nights he doesn't have an appointment, where he can blend in the mass and be one of them. But even on those days, he'd always have the thing in his back pocket, if he happens to meet someone who has a chance of being his customer. Being around the scene since his birth, he believes he has quite an eye to pick out the ones. He can see it in their hollow eyes and despaired smiles, and they also smell like void. That was how Wooyoung has been broadening his business, having a good catch among the group allowing his boss to gain pounds. His boss doesn't seem to mind the swelling of his stomach, from how he compliments Wooyoung's 'talent' in front of other pushers. Wooyoung would huff an insincere laugh, because in the other end of the world, people are praised for passing the Seoul University's entrance exams, hattricking in a soccer match against Japan, or almost receiving Grammy, in his end of the world, he's praised of sniffing corruption. He shouldn't be complaining, though. He's talented in what keeps him alive.

"Another round of sass," Wooyoung orders.

"Damn, I just ran out of sprite." Yeosang shrugs. "Let me go grab them while you go dancing or something."

"Aren't you slacking, bartender?"

"Look, it's either you make a precise appointment with the bar next time or suck it up and drink whatever slides on the table."

"Aye aye, captain." Wooyoung chuckles and raises his hands.

But before Yeosang leaves the bar to fetch, he's caught by another customer, who seems borderline flirting. Yeosang is hot, Wooyoung understands. Somehow, dying his hair back to black and building his body has made him look gayer if that were even possible, attracting various men around. Recalling how he has worn blonde before that, orange, blue and one more vivid colour somewhere along the episode of vandalising his scalp, he realises he's known Yeosang for quite a while now. It shouldn't be surprising, since Wooyoung has decided 'Wonderland' was the most decent club in his area; wide range of drinks that covers weak cocktails for his liking, plays good music (although he is no expert in the area, Hongjoong once said 'anywhere that plays Michael Jackson knows the deal', so he guesses EDM version of MJ fits just right), and most importantly, civil people, not the ones who have their brain attached to their lower body, living instinctively—well, as civil as it gets in a club. And Yeosang has been here since he decided this place was a safe playground. In fact, he was probably the main reason why Wooyoung had made that judgement.

At first, Wooyoung only thought of him as a strikingly hot bartender, who he'd very much like to tap his ass and more. He was never the one to beat around the bush, and Yeosang, who was very aware of his own appeal made it clear on their first encounter that he was a die-hard bottom, and that anyone skinnier than him was unwelcome.

And, okay, it's not like Wooyoung doesn't top from time to time, but he prefers to take in cocks, and even though Yeosang was probably one of the most gorgeous people he has ever seen, it wasn't enough to spur him to go to the gym to pass his test. By the way things are going, Wooyoung would think only Hulk would be able to slide in bed with Yeosang.

So, by the law of nature, they found themselves together at the bar instead of on a bed, and they'd drink over Wooyoung's small talks and Yeosang's savage remarks. He is just so talented at making snide comments that could easily pique a person, but that is exactly why Wooyoung likes him.

Yeosang is honest. Wooyoung doesn't have to bother having a useless conversation of 'I didn't mean it', because he always means it. Simple, straightforward, and uncomplicated.