lacuna

lacuna | three

in which you catch a glimpse of the boy you once loved and he finally gives you a taste of what you want...

Frustration was the understatement of the year.

After Jooheon kissed you, he avoided you for the remainder of the evening. You were left to wallow in hurt and self-pity. Being faced with how badly you had damaged him, frankly had wounded you as it rightly should have.

His driver, a chatty trouble maker named Hyungwon, was one of the tallest, lankiest boys you had ever seen, but you learned very quickly he would be a great source of comfort given his willingness to gossip endlessly about his boss.

As the car drove into the night, Hyungwon kindly asked how your evening had been.

"He wouldn't have sex with me," you lamented, hoping for a laugh and utterly relieved when you earned one.

After an amused chuckle, Hyungwon told you, "He may be a ruthless asshole, but he's still a gentleman."

"Yeah, but... you know what he's paying me for," you trailed unsurely, wondering how much you could divulge with this new acquaintance.

Hyungwon shrugged, clearly unbothered by your current "profession," and gabbed, "The boss isn't a rabbit. In fact, he's rarely horny."

Skeptical, you frowned and sighed, "Good to know." Turning to the window, you watched the city around you blur into one cohesive whirlwind of color and activity.

"Well, that's what happens to guys who are smitten with a girl they can't have. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

Biting your lip, you murmured, "No, I wouldn't."

Hyungwon chortled, "Yeah, if he finds that girl, then I retract my previous statement."

Your brow furrowed and you abandoned the window in favor of his face. "Which statement?"

Hyungwon turned to you, taking his eyes off the road momentarily, and said, "About him not being a rabbit."

You laughed aloud. If your memories of Jooheon were any indication, his sex drive was through the roof. There were too many times you met up with him between classes to have a quickie and too many nights of parking in his rickety truck on some old back road with only the fireflies to see what sins you committed together.

A personal favorite you thought of often was the summer night he had filled the bed of the truck with blankets over a worn-out mattress. In the pitch black darkness of the moonless night, the two of you were a tangled mess of limbs as you fumbled around to get busy.

"Ouch," he said, coming to a stop between your thighs.

On your back with your legs in the air alongside his hips, you held his face between your hands and asked frantically, "What? What happened? Did I hurt you?"

Jooheon snorted and you wished you could see his face. You could barely make out his form above you in the darkness.

"How could you hurt me? You're on the bottom," he teased.

"I don't know," you exclaimed, embarrassed. "I'm new at this. You always say I'm tight. What if I break your dick?"

Jooheon laughed hard and you grinned at the sound.

"Please, don't ever break my dick. There wouldn't be enough therapy in the world to help me recover from that," Jooheon retorted, stealing a kiss and accidentally bumping into your nose.

"Ouch," you squeaked, pinching your nose until the pain began to fade.

"I'm sorry!"

"Why did you say 'ouch' in the first place?" you asked with evident irritation.