KILLING ME SOFTLY [ BEOMJUN / YEONGYU ]

chapter 02

+×+

3rd person’s pov

saturday nights are the funnest.

on every odd occasion, he’ll go out to treat himself. he’ll jump around various bars and pubs and he’ll sniff out the type he’s after with the precision of a bloodhound, all in search for a new potential candidate. yeonjun’s learned to tell their specific scent after so many years of hunting. 

this particular evening, he’s at a nightclub in the more rural district of seoul. it’s a gay bar and the moods are in full swing already. being well past 11 pm, the sun has long since set and the club-dwellers emerged. 

it’s nothing special and the building itself is suffering from a lack of funding, but the place is packed. there aren’t many places for their “type” to mingle. 

he’s one of the rare people who’s arrived here fully on his own. yeonjun’s dressed to come across nicely but to avoid attention, business casual- because he’s the one here looking for someone that he can hook to the line like an unknowing fish. 

the air smells like sweat and it’s seven degrees too hot in here. the lights flash from the dance floor and EDM has the crowd gathered on the floor pouncing up and down in tact with it’s synthesized mix. he’s not looking to go to the dance floor just yet however, but chooses to focus in on the locations where people linger behind. his attention turns to the bar.

and there, yeonjun spots him. 

sitting so prettily, smile worn like blush to his cheeks. 

it’s a beautiful petite man sitting with his legs crossed at the bar, with a face that could be studied in art class. black longhair with blonde highlights - his pointed nose, his hooded eyes. every last millimeter sits to perfection, even at a small frame. no matter the angle he looks at him- dressed in tight black leather pants and a simple blouse with one too many buttons undone, he looks breathtaking.

but it’s not only in the beauty of his features but rather, the softness of it. 

his posture and his eyes and his little smile as he sits occupied with his phone tells yeonjun everything he needs to know. 

he walks over and sits himself in the stool right next to the man despite the fact that they’re the only two people at the bardisk. 

a bartender in uniform waltzes up not many seconds later. “hello, what can i get the gentlemen for tonight?”

yeonjun turns to address him, “i’ll have an espresso martini and whatever the lovely gent next to me wants as well,” he says and points as if to hammer the point down.