Eat Me | QingYu [Discontinued]

01: fashion choices can get you in trouble

Pan and K.O. shook their heads as soon as they saw the shirt Way was proudly wearing.

Eat me.

Way grinned upon seeing their expressions. He had always been fond of statement shirts and he couldn't help but buy this particular one. It was simple but could mean something perverted or literal. It was fun and humorous especially when the words on his shirt coincidentally comes true. There have been numerous instances that it happened though he was sure no zombie invasion will be happening today or any time in the near future. Maybe because he was particularly hungry that he decided to buy this shirt.

"You're wearing one of your outrageous shirts? How long will you keep wearing them? It was funny when we're still studying and stuff but we're adults now. I think it's time you graduate from them. No one will will date you if you keep this up." K.O. sighed wanting to burn it as soon as Way closed their distance.

Way just ignored him. It wasn't the first time he'd been told that. He was far too happy today as they finally received by their degrees. They no longer have to spend days cramming for exams and worry about unfinished essays. They have gotten through all the hard days and now received the fruits of their labor. "Speaking of dates, let's go to the new club. I hear the pretty ones are there. A junior I tutored before gave me tickets as a graduation present."

"I should have guessed you plan to lure them with your oh-so-awesome shirt" Pan's words dripped with sarcasm.

Way just laughed and almost dragged the two to the bar, not seeming to understand what his friend just implied. He did think that girls would like his shirt.

"Girls here we come!" Sometimes Way's one-track train of thought boggles Pan and K.O.'s minds.

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Way's junior didn't lie about the new club having the prettiest girls around. Even with his university schooling more than 3,000 students, good-looking women were scarce. It was like a dream come true for the 3 single graduates. Their first night as free men would be spent among the hottest women. At that moment, they really thought they could find someone.

Unfortunately, later on they realized that these women will not even look at you if you're unemployed. As soon as they mentioned not having a job yet, the women will immediately leave.

Way's situation was a lot worse. Whenever he approached a girl he's interested in, one look from his shirt, she would laugh and rejected him outright. For him it was an injustice. He doesn't understand why would they judge him just because of his shirt. Shouldn't they at least try to get to know him. Too bad for him, the people around him doesn't think like him. Pan and K.O. comforted him and themselves by using their money for drinks.

Their fruitless night didn't look too bad now that they've spent a large portion of their savings on alcohol. They have forgotten about their bruised egos and enjoyed the night watching and joking around.

"To the unemployed and dateless!" K.O. shouted raising his beer carelessly, showing signs of being drunk. His cheeks were flushed from all the beer he drank.

"Dude you're seriously drunk" Pan laughingly pointed out to K.O. who was swaying but still able to stand on his own two feet.

Way snorted and sloshed his beer on his friend's direction. "Don't think so. He still looked pretty sober to me."

K.O. narrowly missed being drenched and didn't seem to realize it. Pan laughed and raised his brow at Way. "You think so because you're also drunk. Why did I became friends with such lightweights?"

Just like their other friend, Way was definitely sloshed. His words were slurred at the end and he was swaying a lot more than K.O.

"Because no one wanted to spend their days with you when your moaning about your nonexistent dating life. You've been buried in books for years my friend." Way retorted back, his words were a little unclear at the end.

"Scholarships are not an easy thing to maintain." Pan defended before finishing off his 3rd bottle of beer, still sober than the two.

" How could someone who drinks like a sailor be so good in school? Why can't I do that?" K.O. moaned in his drunken episode before finally losing consciousness.

Pan patted his friend on the shoulder, emphatic with his friend's nonsensical dilemma, not realizing K.O. lost the battle with alcohol. "Blame the uncles. They let us drink even when we're still underaged. " Pan hungrily gulps the beer with his other hand. "What fine days those were."

Way laughs along with him. Finally they don't have to worry about grades and exams. The next step now is to find a job.

"I have to take a piss." He said.

Pan waved him off with a smile before turning to his other friend eho he had noticed fallen asleep.

Unlike his unconscious friend, he was functioning a lot better. He still had the mind to excuse himself although his alcohol muddled brain made it hard for him to find the comfort room. Everything was moving or more like swaying. Way thought it was hilarious and laughed as he struggled. The crowd was thick and he had to fight through it just so he could go to the restroom.

What should have been a normal and boring day for Way became something he would remember for the rest of his existence he would realize later on.

In his drunken stupor he found himself in an alley instead of the restroom to relieve himself. No one was around and decided it was okay to do it there. By the smell of the garbage not far from where he was standing, no one would mind nor notice.

He faced the wall and pulled down his zipper. Way let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes in pleasure. In his muddled senses, he didn't notice that it had gone too quiet nor did he notice the tall figure standing behind just he finished.

Way zipped himself up and turned around only to find himself pressed on the same wall he just urinated on. He cringed and attempted to push the unidentified person who just pressed his body against him.

"What the hell? Get off me." He slurred angrily, pushing with all his strength but not even making the person he had now identified as male feeling the hard chest through his palms.

"Why?" The unknown male, who towered over his 183cm height, teased. "You were asking for it. I thought you want someone to eat you?"

Way felt the male ground his hips with his. He moaned, his traitorous body didn't seem to care who it was. He was straight but that felt really good.

"I'm straight! Get off!" He fought harder, ashamed at his body's shameful reaction. Whoever this guy was, he's strong. The guy didn't budge, making the drunken Way panic.

Way felt a wet kiss on his neck and heard the male whisper. "Straight or not, doesn't really matter. You'll like it either way. You really smell good enough to eat."

That was the last thing this unsuspecting graduate heard before a flash of pain and pleasure sent him into unconsciousness.