Red Strings

Red Strings 2/?

Wonsik flicked the cigarette bud from his fingers as it was burning short enough to make contact with his skin. He stomped it out on the floor as he let out a breath, ignoring the bruised body that laid on the floor, his ears listening intently to his surroundings.

So much for laying low, he scoffed.

He let out a shudder as the nights air hit him, the street lamp flickering bright above him.

Jung Taekwoon.

What a sight that man was. Weird personality, but interesting enough to grab Wonsiks attention. Lips and body that made Wonsiks mind imagine himself doing sinful things with him. Of course, he was a little too innocent that it was kind of unsettling, but Wonsik was understanding in a way. His parents seemed to have sheltered the fuck out of the kid that he didn't even think to question it once. Or maybe deep down he knew exactly why they were keeping him away from the world but didn't feel the need to delve deeper into it.

Either way, he was an interesting person to be around.

For selfish reasons, Wonsik felt the urge to corrupt him; to show him that the world isn't as bright and happy like he thinks. Maybe then would Taekwoon's devil come out to play.

Fate, he rolled his eyes, starting to stroll along, how delusional.

Taekwoon's fingers played with the sleeves of his sweater as he laid in feetle position on his bed, his eyes wandering over to the door as his parents chimed a goodbye.

Yesterday had been uneventful once he got home, besides the fact that he almost peed himself when lying to his parents. Thankfully enough, his parents had dismissed the situation, telling their precious son it wasn't his fault.

Thinking back, he remembered the words of the man he had met yesterday; a promise to meet today.

Taekwoon honestly hadn't meant to grab onto the Wonsik's hand as he turned away. His hand just gripped onto the man all on its own. To say he was flustered would be saying the very least but to say he wasn't happy that he did would be a lie. The softest smile graced the man's face, one that Taekwoon found fitting on the tattooed man.

The next words that left the man's lips made Taekwoon's heart race with a certain excitement, twisting a certain way that he could only describe as anticipation.

"See you tomorrow, yeah?"

He would be lying if he said he knew what the other meant by that. Was Wonsik expecting him to leave the house again? Was Wonsik going to come?

He sat upright on his, his legs swinging off the side as he stood up to make his way out to the living room. He stood there for a second before going back to his room.

He stood in his room for a few seconds, pondering on life. What was he suppose to do now that Miko was no longer here? He would usually tend and care for her to kill time until his parents came home.

He bit his lip nervously, glancing down at his attire before diverting his attention to his closet. Before he could make any movements, a tap on his front door sounded. He stared out to his living room with wide eyes, questioning if he had heard right.

It sounded again, louder this time.

Taekwoon took slow, cautious steps towards the front door, hands placed on the cold surface of it once he reached it. He jumped a little as whoever began knocking again, seeming to be impatient. His fingertips brushed against the lock as he peeked through the eyehole, his eyes settling on a familiar feeling.

A rush of adrenaline ran through his veins as his fingers tugged on the lock quickly, his other turning the knob.

He breathed as the cold air hit his face, a smile adorning it as he stared up at the slightly taller male in front of him.