Plaything

Bus Stop

It was already half pass twelve, it was actually still a bit early to ‘call it a night’ when it’s a weekend. There’s so much to do, so many to seduce, and time was not the enemy but Himchan couldn’t really enjoy his well-deserved game time. Unfortunately, he has to play Sunhwa’s nanny, after said person got knocked off her second bottle of soju. Not bad, for a girl her age, Himchan salutes to her but he wished she’d phone her boyfriend for this part of the scene.

“Hey!” Himchan screams at one end of Sunhwa’s ear who jerks a little but returned to her seemingly stupor-like state. He had let her down on one of the seats while he looks for a taxi. Annoyed at not being lucky to even see one for the past five minute, Himchan nagged, “Seriously, first you made me miss work, then you made me your bouncer and now I’m your baby sitter! Sunhwa call that boyfriend of yours. I want to go back to the club.” And Himchan plops himself beside Sunhwa.

Himchan sighed in resignation, it was no use, it was like talking to a doll, a very beautiful doll, he thought.

You’re so pretty…

Why are you so beautiful?! That face! I hate that face?!

Himchan bolted up as if he had just scared his own self with unconsciously going back to memory lane. He hit himself for thinking about something useless. He was thankful that Kwanghee finally answered his phone when he called for the nth time. “Sorry, I guess I fell asleep,” he apologized immediately and Himchan could just smile at his sincerity, he must’ve felt a bit embarrassed that he had troubled someone, “I’ll be there at ten.”

Himchan went back to his seat and scooped up Sunhwa who was now mimicking the leaning tower of Pisa as her body tilts to the left farther and farther, and brought her down to his lap.

“Wow, you’re lucky to find a college boyfriend who’d come right over despite how swamped he is,” he mumbled as he leans back on the back rest. “But I hope he hurries cause I seriously want to go back.” And Himchan’s thought was about to go back to the happenings in the club – the strobe lights, the light smoke, bodies grinding and touching, heat, sweat, drinks and just the fact that everyone was there for one thing – have fun, like there’s no tomorrow.

Himchan heard his phone and answered on the second ring not bothering to see who it was, and just assumed it was Kwanghee. He had already told Jongup where he was and for some unknown reason he was also obliged to tell Youngjae his whereabouts, so there wasn’t really anybody who’d bother calling him that late already.

“Where are you?”

When Himchan heard that low, curt, familiar voice, he couldn’t really speak immediately. He was surprised after all. Yongguk repeated his question when Himchan didn’t respond.

“I’ve got my hands full today can you call some other time?” and Himchan was about to hang up.

“I can see that, is it alright to sit with you?”

Himchan’s uninterested eyes lit up and his head immediately looked at either side until he saw Yongguk’s familiar form coming closer. He felt it, the sudden surge of feelings rushing forth and just electrifying his system. He cursed at himself, he wasn’t just attached to Yongguk for the sex, he knows that clearly now. He likes Yongguk… unfortunately.