Climax - Woosang

4. First part

*I was forced to cut this chapter in half, it would have been way too long otherwise. I hope you don't mind, that just means double update!*

⚠️Trigger Warnings: mention of self-harm, sleep paralysis, violence and hint of sexual assault⚠️

if you are not comfortable with it, or if those subjects could potentially trigger you, I would advise you not to read this part

- Excuse me, I can't seem to find this book.

His whole body tensed with surprise. He was so sure the store was empty, he didn't even hear the bell when the door opened. He lifted his eyes on the young woman who was smiling widely at him, almost shoving a piece of paper under his nose. When their eyes met, hers started sparkling, which could only mean one thing : he was her type. "I play for the other team babe", thought Yeosang before taking a look at the paper. "Mary and the Wrongs of  Woman, Mary Wollstonecraft". He had never heard of it before, and had to type on his computer to see if there was any in stock. As expected, there was plenty, and the blond man couldn't help but feel annoyed. "This bitch can't even look properly, I swear to god she better not piss me off any more."

    He plastered the fakest smile on his face before asking her to follow him, nodding when she apologized. It took him only a minute to find the book, which he handed to her along with a "oh no please don't worry about it" when she apologized once more. As expected, the girl asked for his number before leaving, which he turned down politely. He would be lying if he said he didn't consider spending a night with her, she was a very attractive woman. But he wasn't that desperate, and he knew he would miss the feeling of being filled perfectly. Her face turned crimson red as she ran away, probably embarrassed by the whole situation.

    Yeosang couldn't care less. As a matter of fact, he returned to his drawing as soon as the door slammed shut, trying to correct the mistake he made earlier. Drawing always soothed him down, watching his hands draw lines without much thinking stopped the incessant flow of thoughts that were constantly filling his head. It wasn't the most efficient, but it did its job. When he was done, however, all his worries seemed to come crashing down his face, feeling worse than before. As he became bored with his drawing, he let his gaze wander around the library, taking every detail in, inking it in his mind as though not to forget it.

    The shelves came all the way to the ceiling, filled with books, so much that it seemed they could collapse under the weight anytime. The sight would have been dizzying if the ceiling wasn't so low, creating a very cozy atmosphere. This was accentuated by the very soft lightning, as though the place was lit with candles, despite the large windows facing the register and the glass ceiling. He took a long look at the rugs that might need a good vacuum but still had the same softness, muffling the footsteps of every person entering the bookshop, plunging the place in a soothing silence, perfect for Yeosang. The young man needed this kind of peace amongst his very eventful life, and he was more than happy to come to work every morning. Even though he was the only employee, his boss being a very old man who didn't trust anyone with his shop (except Yeosang), he eagerly completed every task, enjoying having to think about something else than his sorrows for a few hours. Eventually, they always came crushing him again, trapping him in their shadows, and the boy was afraid that, one day, they might invade his little haven and destroy it completely. But for now, it seemed to be fine.

His eyes wandered again, fixing the numerous plants on the shelves, some of his own addition, after a long conversation with the owner. He knew the alleys by heart for having walked through them many times, creating a real labyrinth for anyone entering here for the first time. On his left, a few couches were placed for those who just wanted to read for a while, without having to buy anything. You would think people would rush in here to spend a few hours in silence, but the store was empty most of the time, leaving Yeosang to his thoughts.

He was cut in his contemplation by a client handing him a book. As usual, he passed it in the register and said the total, but as he was waiting for the young man to pay, he was surprised to hear him talk about something else completely.

- Actually... I wanted to ask you something.

He lifted his eyes on the man, slightly annoyed as he knew that, once more, he was going to ask for his number.

- I saw you from the street and I couldn't help but find you really cute and... anyways, I'm having a party tonight, with a few friends, and I was wondering if, maybe, you were... interested?

He said all that while moving around, trying to find a spark of interest in Yeosang's eyes -poor guy had no idea that said spark disappeared a long time ago-.

- Where is it?

- Oh, so you're coming ? Great ! It's just on the campus, but give me your number and I can give you the address.

Yeosang couldn't help but shrug at these words. He obviously had ulterior motives with this guy, and giving his number was definitely out of the question for him. What if he wanted to call him afterwards, to see him again and hang out? That's why he always avoided these kinds of situations.

- I don't have a phone.

He mentally slapped himself. Really? That's the best you can do?

- Oh, alright, the young man didn't seem to believe him, but he still continued. Maybe I could write it on paper? It's really easy to find, don't worry. Even without a phone.

A cocky smile appeared on his face. He was obviously teasing him, which Yeosang didn't appreciate at all, but he decided to make an effort for his pretty face. After all, the guy had long brown hair, which he particularly liked. He plastered another fake smile on his face, and handed a paper and pen to the man. His insincerity could have been easily discovered if anyone took a closer look at his eyes, devoid of any glimmer of joy. But no one actually cared.

    After getting the paper back, Yeosang watched the young man leave, not forgetting to take a good look at his ass. Yeah, he will do. He could already feel his crotch get warmer as he anticipated his night, which would turn out to be a very long one.

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    Strands of hair were sticking to his forehead as the last few thrusts brought his one-time lover to the seventh heaven. His thighs hurt due to being pushed again the edge of the desk repeatedly and he was pretty sure he would be bruised the next day. The other pulled away, handing him a tissue to clean himself.

- How thoughtful.

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