on pieces of dyed rays | woosan

Chapter Five

There's something about excavators that is fascinating—maybe it's how tall it is, or how sturdy it is, or how it could crush humans and shatter their bones. Wooyoung remembers those days when he used to be engrossed in watching every engine generated vehicle, especially with heavy machinery that could literally move the earth. There's something about these bulky motors that enraptured young boys or even men like Wooyoung, who hasn't had enough.

Wooyoung understands why Yeosang finds men driving these machines sexy, because the machine itself is sexy and the men who drive them are indeed bulky toned folks that Yeosang so thirsts on.

Wooyoung snaps a few shots of the moving motor picking up outdated cars, a few with the cool excavator and more with the driver up close. The red haired man sits there, his face serious with his eyes shooting in front, and just the way he has his coveralls' sleeves rolled up will make Yeosang swoon for a fact.

The yellow machine comes to a halt, and the man hops off. This kind of machine has always been yellow, Wooyoung wonders, and maybe it has to do with why he's favourite colour is yellow. The man walks towards Wooyoung who gives him a wave.

"Taking pictures again, hyung?"

"Yup. I need them to bribe Yeosang. I don't know what I would've done without you, Jongho."

Jongho shrugs. "It's not like I have to make an effort or anything." Wooyoung passes on canned iced Americano, rather cheap, but still Jongho's favourite brand. "And I get free coffee." He grins.

"I don't get the worth though," Jongho says, taking a sip from the can.

"Dude, you should see how Yeosang melts at your pics," Wooyoung snorts.

Yeosang had met Jongho, or who he'd called 'an epitome of dick-hardener of all time' once, when Wooyoung pestered Jongho who didn't fancy drinking, dancing or loud music (he loves music though, he'd often be sitting on the couch of the office, his ears plugged with earphones listening to ballads, ones that would drag Wooyoung to sleep) to tag along to Wonderland. It's still funny when Wooyoung recalls how excited he got when he introduced him to Jongho. If anything, Yeosang was cool or unbothered, and to see him wide-eyed, cheeks slightly flushed, taking him a good minute to just say 'hi' was an amusing sight. Wooyoung also guesses he might as well have had a boner which he sadly couldn't confirm with the bar counter in between.

Much to Yeosang's dismay, with the list of things Jongho didn't fancy, there was 'man', and within a few minutes he became 'an unobtainable epitome of dick-hardener of all time'.

"Won't you join me next time?"

Jongho grimaces. "I'll pass. Don't think I can get used to that environment."

"Too bad," Wooyoung laments, with his hope of seeing Yeosang whipped again shrinking.

Jongho isn't exactly like Wooyoung. While they both have one head, four limbs, and nuts in between the two, Jongho is sane, unlike him. Not because he is a hetero (even though many claims it to be one of the definitions of sanity), but because he doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, doesn't get high, doesn't go around sleeping and doesn't deal. He works at the wrecker, as a person who actually wrecks cars, which is legal, not the shady job that runs behind the curtains. He's well aware of the business, and he is well at keeping it low. And all these reasons are precisely why Wooyoung thinks Jongho is not only sane, but decent and perhaps the best human he's ever met.

Sometimes, he wonders why Jongho tolerates him, and wonders why he calls him hyung.

"You're out tonight, hyung?" Jongho asks.

"Yeah, gotta do my job."

"Take care," says Jongho, like a good human he is.

Wooyoung hums absentmindedly, because honestly, he can't care about tomorrow. His boss could pick up the money from his dead body and he would at least know he kept his part of the deal.