SUMMARY:
Ray- lonely, rich, alcoholic but gorgeous playboy meets Yok- financially strapped, talented artist and hot, handsome rebel accidentally one night while Yok is vandalizing the walls of Ray's old, abandoned mansion where his mother had di...
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YOK
"Hey Ton, I just got your message. Where's Ray?" I asked Boston who pointed to my boyfriend, drunk and leaning against the bar. His hair is now disheveled but he is as beautiful as ever. As I got nearer, I could hear him slurring but holding a sensible conversation with the bartender. I guess they know each other.
"Ray, baby" I called his name.
Immediately beaming, he raised his arms towards me and I obliged by bending down, so he could comfortably pull me closer to him.
"See Plug I told you! My boyfriend is verrryyyy good looking!" Ray slurs, squeezing my face, and turning me towards the bartender who's named Plug.
Laughing, the bartender said "That's good news, Ray, I'll surely tell P'Yo about your handsome boyfriend. Finally, you got yourself one!"
"Ray, stop showing me off. I think the whole bar might have heard your declaration already. Come on babe, let's get you home," I gently peeled his hand off my neck and pulled him up by grasping his waist. "Thank you, I'm Yok," extending my other hand to Plug who grinned with an openly friendly expression as he briefly shook back my hand.
"He managed to snag a decent one. Good to know. I'm Plug. We are actually from the same major," gesturing to Ray.
"Not too decent. But I'll take the good-looking one this one was so busy proclaiming, see you again" I smiled back, feeling friendly towards the bartender who had a fond smile for Ray.
With a wave, Plug went off to serve his other customers and I assisted my drunk, clingy boyfriend towards his car. Waving off Boston who was outside smoking with Nick.
Fastening Ray's seatbelt, I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. Why is Ray suddenly getting wasted again? Looking closely at my boyfriend's face, I was startled to see a split lip and a bruise on the side of his mouth. Those were certainly not there when I left this morning.
"Ray! What the hell? Who did this to you?" I roused Ray touching his mouth gently.
Winching and pushing my hand off, Ray groaned, complaining it hurts but not answering my question.
"Babe! Answer me!" I tried again but Ray was already out of it. Striding towards Boston, who looked surprised that I had returned.
"Ton what the hell happened today?" I asked, feeling vexed.
"What do you mean what happened? Ray was getting drunk. Plug said I should take Ray home. Knowing you'd be pissed at me again if I didn't at least let you know, I texted you," he said, as he blew smoke towards the side. Dismissing my question like it was a stupid one.
"Not that. Why does Ray have a fucking bruise on his face!?" I said, the anger in my voice barely controlled.
"What the hell do you mean?" He immediately scrambled towards the car, and Nick and I followed.
