Love Again

Chapter 8: Another day

Namjoon's P.O.V

After a night of testing my patience as my so-called roommate fucks non-stop next door, I woke up dazed, not knowing when exactly I got tired of the bullshit they were going on and slept until my alarm rang, calling me to wake up.

With a little stretch and a loud sigh to start the morning, I stood from the bed and head out to the shared bathroom for a morning piss. Turning the door knob and opening it, I was greeted by a shade of ash grey hair, wavy and soft. Though in all honesty I would appreciate the hair more if the latter was wearing at least something...

Standing before me...was a naked man, butt facing me as he strode around the room. He turned and met my eyes, quite a beautiful young man if I may say, 100% fuckable. He stared at me, hand holding a cup of water (Or liquor because after yesterday's attempt I am not so sure about clear liquid). With a little smile to greet him, I walked straight into the bathroom and lock up. Shoot, not getting a hard-on.

"So, you the new guy?" the guy shouted, pulling back my senses from my crotch to his deep alluring voice. Though it took me a minute to register what he just asked.

"You know, JK just dropped by just now and he told me to tell you to tell him you're awake and ready to fuck, no, to work," the attractive guy continues blabbling on with his...rather limited vocabulary.

I continued my morning routine: piss, flush, brush teeth, wash face, clean with towel, get out. As I stepped out from the bathroom, I knocked into a rather small body, feeling something stumbling. Vincent (I think it's his name?) looked up and down my body before proceeding to be an oblivious (towards my annoyance ) person and talk away with his big mouth.

"So where are you from? Do you come from Daegu? If so, so do I! Hey do you watch action movies? I like them as they tend to give me
tingles and it's such a turn on that I once had one of my sex partners fuck me as I watched Fast and Furious, don't you get turned on seeing those men's body and alluring aura? Amyways..."

In conclusion, despite his illegal handsomeness, he is somewhat, annoying.

With that in mind I proceed to go into my room and slam it shut, completely shutting the latter out of my range. Groaning, I grabbed whatever was available in the wooden closet as my clothes were too smelly and it would be hard not to let anyone faint at the smell of me.

As expected, there were at least some fresh clean clothes in there, so fresh they still have their tags on. Searching slightly at the clothes...I was surprised they were exactly my size.

Smiling slightly, I quickly change out of my black hoodie and pants. A simple dress shirt and decent black slacks, it's quite awhile since I last dressed "casually professional", if this term even describe how I dress. Turning to the mirror, I ruffled my hair a little to make it less messy and one thing I like about being in prison is that your hair will stay FAR away from harmful hair products and dyed hair is of course a no go, which results in me having rather soft hair. In all seriousness, my hair got better than the last time I used any hair products...though it might have my heavy scent.

I gave myself a last checkup at the closet mirror, giving myself a silent approval before stepping out.

The sun rays peek through the soft beige curtains, swaying slightly as the wind brings it to a serenade. I look around searching for the grey hair guy, but he was no where to be found. Stepping into the kitchen I found a little note along with a plate of sandwiches. It was for me as the note has "To: THE BIG GUY" written on it.

Breakfast is served.
-V

Oh...it's from the guy I guess. Since it's already here and it'll be a waste not to eat it, I emptied the whole plate without hesitation.

With the last piece popped into my mouth, the door unlocked and in comes the bartender from last night.

He hummed slightly, a sweet melody filled the quiet air. It's a unique sound, so soft yet filled with power. He turned into the kitchen, a little startled when he sees me.

"Oh, hey, you're awake," he said, placing bags of groceries on the counter.

"Yeah, hey...what are these?" I asked curiously as I slightly peeked into one of the bags, rather shameless of me but hey, the prison is a live or die place, shame is thrown out the window for survival.

A bottle of Whisky, some ropes...and a gun.

I raised an eyebrow at the sight of that, giving Kookie a side glance. He was arranging and putting away some of the groceries away and when he came back and took away the bag containing the gun, he swiftly took out and examined it, clucking the knot.

Wow, so a bad boy?

"Not for me, it's for boss, his previous gun busted and needed a new one, self-protection." Kookie said as he locked it up, taking a box and placing the gun in, probably for delivering it.

I nodded, so note to self, don't fuck with that pale ass tiny man.

With everything settled, he finally stopped and carefully examine my attire, giving himself a slight nod.

"I knew you'd look decent in a proper dress shirt, you look great, especially with your height," he said as he dust off a speck of dust on me.

With him getting close, I smelled a hint of lemon and vanilla, like a very sweet dessert.

"So, off to work we go, it's your first day so it's best not to be late and enrage Boss, he's a joke and die person, not a person to go against with," Kookie says as he took the keys from the table and head out, me tailing behind.

First day of work...after 6 years, ha.