Lost in Korea

Bar Mishap

The next three days were uneventful, boring, and achingly lonely. He missed Jingyu, Jackson and BamBam more than anything in the world. But he mostly just missed Jingyu.

For a week he had gotten used to arms around him when he slept, gotten used to tea on the balcony as they stared out at the sea. That arm around him, those lips on his neck. He missed it.

Jae Hwa knew he was lonely, so she made sure to come over, bringing hot meals and old movies for him to watch.

Jingyu kept his promise, calling WeiZhou constantly to try to make up for not being with him. One night, WeiZhou fell asleep on the phone to Jingyu, listening to him humming relaxingly. When he woke up, he was disappointed to find Jingyu no where around him. That only added to aching loneliness.

He, of course, still went to his job at the bar. It was uninteresting to say the least. That was, until the fourth night.

Tourists were a normal occurrence, but it wasn't everyday this kind of thing walked into the bar. It was quieting down, around ten, closer to eleven, when a group of what looked to be college students walked in. They looked trashy, the all American dream, with backward hats and polo shirts, bleached blond hair, and all of them already buzzed.

WeiZhou put the glass he was washing down, shaking out the wet cloth and walking over to the guys, who had sat down at the counter. He took out his pad of paper, clicking the button on his pen and smiling slightly at them. "Can I get you guys anything?" He said, in English, looking from guy to guy.

"Whoa... you speak English?" One asked, chin resting in his hand, giving WeiZhou the up-down with his piercing green eyes.

"'Course." WeiZhou smiled at him. "Drinks?"

One guy spoke up. "Yeah, just some beer. A fucking lot of it, if you don't mind." He elbowed one of his buddies in the ribs, motioning with his head towards WeiZhou.

"Sure. Anything else?"

"Nah, that's fine." He licked his lips menacingly, and when WeiZhou turned around, he wished he hadn't. All he could hear was the one guy "whispering" to the one that had previously checked him out. "Damn, look at that ass."

WeiZhou shook his head, sighing and reaching back to adjust the apron he had to wear. It was tied tightly around his lower back, making his butt more pronounced. With one hand filling up pitchers with cheap beer, he used his other hand to untie the garment and pulled his t-shirt over the muscle.

He put the pitchers on the counter and tied his apron back up, running a hand through his hair. He picked up the pitchers and carried them to the counter, setting them down and placing six glasses with it. He smiled, more tightly this time. "Anything else I can get for you boys?"

"Yeah, your fucking number." The one who had spoken before laughed, but WeiZhou stayed still until he was finished.

"Sorry, I can't do that." He sighed, reaching out to slip the guys receipt under a pitcher of beer. WeiZhou was being slow on impulse, and the guy had enough time to reach out and grab his wrist, squeezing hard enough it actually started to hurt.

"What did you fucking say to me?" He asked, his voice commanding and angry. WeiZhou looked around at all the other boys, who were facing the other way dishearteningly. He then turned and focused his eyes on the big guy who had him locked in.

"I said, leave me the hell alone." He attempted to pull his hand away, but the guy didn't budge. His fingers were locked on WeiZhou's wrist, holding him there.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Min Jun." WeiZhou pointed his nose higher, an act of defiance and authority he had learned from playing Bai Lou Yin.

"Min Jun, tell me, do I look like a gay man?" WeiZhou shook his head. "You're right. But you make me feel like one. You're so fucking hot, I just want to fuck you, babe." WeiZhou's glare stiffened as his wrist tightened, and his hand curled into a fist.

"Fuck off." He swore, pulling his hand away with more force. The guy's grip loosened and he was released. He rubbed his wrist carefully, trying to get rid of the red marks on it.

The guy yanked his arm away, knocking over the glass of beer his friends had poured for him. He raised his eyebrow at Zhou.

"Oops." WeiZhou shook his head, turning back around to pick up a towel and to clean the mess up. He could hear the one guy saying dirty things about him, and he shook his head.

The one that had first checked him out punched his friend softly on the shoulder. "Stevie, leave the guy alone. It's a lost cause."

WeiZhou turned, walking around the counter, giving the one that defended him a small smile. He squatted down, not noticing he had made a mistake before it was too late.

"Damn." The one who had already harassed him, Stevie, whispered. "That's one good ass."

WeiZhou stood up. "Get out."

"What the fuck did you say to me?"

"I said, get out." WeiZhou's eyes narrowed, and he tossed the cloth into the sink, crossing his arms. He dug his knuckles into his biceps, trying to make them pop.

"Fine. Beer tastes like shit anyway." Stevie kicked the counter as he stood up. "C'mon, guys. Let's go hit another bar."

WeiZhou watched as five stood up, beginning to walk out. All except for one, the one who had defended WeiZhou.

He smiled at the guy. "Stevie forgot to pay, so let me take care of it." WeiZhou nodded, bringing him the machine and setting it down on the counter.

"So, where are you from?" WeiZhou asked, leaning against the counter.

"Jersey." The guy said, hearing the beep from the machine and taking his card out. "We're just here for a little fun before Christmas."

WeiZhou nodded. "Well, have a nice night..." he looked at the guy questioningly.

"John."

"John. See ya around." He smiled.

"I'll hope to see you around." John blinked, meeting WeiZhou's eye. "Xu WeiZhou."

He got up and walked out, but WeiZhou stood stunned. This guy... John, or whatever, had figured him out.

His heart almost stopped.

A/N:

Are you all still liking the story? I'm getting less votes on the last few chapters so I'm just wondering. And here's another chapter!