Love To See That Pretty Face (WooSan)

Pretty

        "I'd love to see that pretty face buried between my legs," he softly whispered to the drunken boy, that nearly dropped to his feet, as he brought his face close.

           "I don't associate with strangers." The boy sloppily smirked. Grasping at the taller man's arms.
"Well, the name is Choi San. What's yours?" San said as he ran his fingers across the boy's face pushing away his bangs.

        "W-Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung." Wooyoung replied, flustered. Slyly running his fingers between the unbuttoned top of San's shirt.

         "I guess we're no longer strangers." San smirked down at Wooyoung. "I guess not." Wooyoung replied with a seductive smile.

        To San, this drunken association was unnecessary. The son of one of the richest CEOs in Korea didn't need an acquaintance to get a fun night. But something about Wooyoung sparked his interest. The flamboyant boy was loud yet shy. He stood back from the crowd but stood out. Not a sore thumb, but like the spotlight was set on him. "Gorgeous." San whispered, as he leaned closer to Wooyoung.

           To Wooyoung, this was an important night. Choi San decided to associate with him. San was finally within his grasp. Close enough for him to hear every last breath and every heartbeat.

          Wooyoung tilted his head allowing San's lips to collide with his. A deep lustful kiss.

         "I hope your place is close." San whispered gruffly as they broke apart to breathe. Wooyoung excitedly dragged San out of the bar to his apartment two blocks away.

        The apartment wasn't much. 1 bedroom, a small living room, bathroom and kitchen. But it was enough for what Wooyoung needed.

          The night was glorious. Filled with intricate movement and loud noises. Neither boys could care for what the neighbors had to say.

        By the third round, San was passed out from exhaustion. Wooyoung stood by the window with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Nearly three years in the clubbing business, being used by men and women alike, made him used to this grueling activity. All rich people thinking their money gives them the dominance to wreck.

           Wooyoung looked at the sleeping form on his bed as he walked toward the locked drawer. He finally had the chance to play out the plan he drew out 4 years ago. Wooyoung had sat watching TV in a pub as the news showed Choi Junho bringing his son to the limelight of the business world.

          Wooyoung had went home that night with one thought on his mind. 'You made me lose the most important person to me, Choi Junho, I will take away  the most important thing to your future'.

         He unlocked the drawer fishing out something from beside the photo of his mother. It gleamed in the moon light as he raised it above San's naked body. His body beautifully splayed across the messed up bed sheets.

         Wooyoung remembered the first words San said to him that night as he stuffed a shirt into his mouth after tying his wrists and ankles to the bed posts. San slowly stirred but Wooyoung was quick to start carving. As he carved the "P," San's eyes shot open. The "R" had him writhing against the restraints. The "E" had him screaming and biting into the gag. The two "T"s had him crying from the excruciating pain and, writhing as he tried to get away, to no avail. The "Y" finally had him pass out, losing the fight for his life. Wooyoung finalized his plan with a slit of his throat as he smiled, reading out his work, "Pretty."

        The boy dragged along a large black garbage bag from his car to the forest. Taking it out of his apartment was easy as their dumpster was blocks away.

        As he reached the hole he had dug up hours ago, far within the forest, he dropped the bag by the edge of it, opening it up. Before giving a forceful kick he whispered to the drained man, "I'd love to see that pretty face buried six feet underground."