As they made their way back to The Drag, the club they had gone to before, Ddaeng and Dari began to talk.
"So, how'd the coffee boy go?" Dari asked Ddaeng.
"I didn't get to ask yet, he passed me my drink and I froze. I felt like such an idiot." He ran his fingers through his hair.
"I don't think I need to ask you how your thing went, I can see the marks on your neck. Damn." Ddaeng smiled.
Dari blushed, and held his bite mark.
"Was it good?" Ddaeng asked.
"Oh fuck yeah.." Dari replied. They turned into the door, being smothered in the blaring music once again.
"I think they're giving me a job this time." Dari said.
"Then I'm probably on clean-up duty." Ddaeng replied. They made their way up the stairs, pushing past the guard and into the small room. Damon was already waiting at the door with Ken.
"Took you pussies long enough. Can we fucking go now?" Damon said annoyedly. Dari scoffed, and followed along. They headed down the stairs into the basement, deeper than he had ever gone before. This level was so low, that it reeked of concrete and construction. Barely anyone had been down here before. It looked so unfinished, and bare. Paint cans scattered along the floors, old blankets draped oddly on ladders, and a door. A door so old, Dari could've sworn it was older than him. The paint was peeling, chipped in every place possible, and the door handle was so dark and used.
The door was bolted shut, but you could hear the muffled yelling from behind it.
Ddaeng seemed unfazed, and it worried Dari.
"I don't even wanna know-" Dari said, backing away. Damon made a noise.
"The fuck do think you're going off to?" Damon pulled a knife on him. Dari stared Damon down and scowled at him. Damon lifted up his chin with the side of the knife, smiling.
"You know what, I'll leave this in Ddaeng's capable hands. I have plans for you." Damon grinned.
Dari looked down at the knife, as he threw it to Ddaeng.
"You know the drill." Ddaeng stared down at the knife.
Damon grabbed Dari by the arm, and dragged him back up the stairs, as Ken stayed behind with Ddaeng.
As they made their way back up to the small room, Dari began to worry. What plans could Damon possibly have for him?
"Sit your fucking ass down." Damon snarled. Dari did as he was told, as he was scared shitless.
He was sitting atop Damon's little makeshift throne.
"Like the view?" Damon asked, leaning towards Dari.
"I don't know what you want me to say." Dari leaned backwards uncomfortably. Damon tsked and sighed.
"It could be yours one day."
"I don't want any of this. I'm only here for my cousin." Dari got up, pushing Damon out of the way.
"And don't think I don't notice you hitting on me. I don't wanna date you, you fucking pervert." Dari slammed the door, but Damon held it open with his arm.
"I wouldn't wanna date you either, I just wanna fuck you." Damon grinned.
"Sorry, I'm not into egotistical big headed man sluts." Dari said, walking down the stairs. He passed by the bar, and stopped. He slid behind the counter, and grabbed two bottles, one of Hennessey, and one of vodka. He stormed out of The Drag.
He walked down his street, but he wasn't heading to his house. He was heading to the house with the number 718.
Ddaeng walked out of the old room, and there was no longer any screaming. His shirt was soaked in blood, and it was smeared across his face.
"What did he even do?" Ddaeng asked Ken.
"Said things he wasn't supposed to." Ken grumbled.
"Damn.. that's not a fun way to go out." He threw the knife to the floor. Ken hissed.
"Don't make a fucking mess. Pick it up." Ddaeng sighed and picked up the knife.
"I'm leaving now." Ddaeng said.
"No one's stopping you."
Ddaeng sucked his teeth, and walked up the stairs, back into the club. He stripped off his shirt, and wiped his face with it. He walked outside, and threw his shirt in a dumpster, glaring at the full bottle of Hennessy with a note on it. It read;
Ddaeng.
You're getting fucking hosed tonight, enjoy.
Dari
Ddaeng smiled, and picked up the bottle. He threw it in his backpack and pulled out a shirt to put on, heading down to the Starbucks with a mission on his mind, and a feeling in his heart.
As he opened the door, the bell rang, and a tall man with jet black curly-ish hair and tattoos greeted him. Ddaeng smiled.
"So you've come here a lot before, want the usual?" He asked Ddaeng.
"No, I'd actually like your name this time." Ddaeng grinned.
The man chuckled.
"It's Tsukki. And I know yours, you give it to me almost every day." He wiped a cup with a cloth.
"Would you perhaps be interested in.. hanging out, I guess?" Ddaeng asked.
"Like a date?" Tsukki leaned on the counter, looking up at Ddaeng.
"Mmm, yeah, I guess so." Tsukki pondered for a second.
"Yeah, I don't see why not. Plus, you look like fun. I finish my shift in a bit, are you okay to wait?" Tsukki asked, putting down both hands on the counter. Ddaeng smiled.
"Yeah, I mean I've waited this long, what's a couple more minutes?" Tsukki smiled back at him.
"So what'd you have in mind?" He took off his apron, hooking it onto a coat rack.
"I'm going anywhere you take me, and I've got something with me too. You know. We gotta have a good time, right?" Ddaeng said.
"Mmm, yeah." He slid over the counter.
"Shall we?" Tsukki held out his tattoo covered hand.
"Yeah." Ddaeng took it, walking out the door with his new boyfriend.
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Ecstasy
Novela Juvenil***WARNING ; SEXUAL CONTENT*** A 17 year old boy with numerous issues, finds his place in the world. Running through girls never made him feel good, but once he met Daichi, that all changed. With his newly established role in The Black Dragons, one...
