Plaything

One Bottle. Two

Himchan stared stock still at the person across the cash registrar. The said person blinked a few times himself.

“You work here?” Himchan asked, finally recovering from his surprise. Of all the places, as cliché and ordinarily boring as a convenience store, was something that hasn’t crossed Yongguk’s mind. If anything, he’d be thinking of Himchan grinding his fine ass and crotch up and down a lucky steel pole but not something again, as innocent and typical as a part-time cash register.

Yongguk admits if he didn’t knew that dark part of the younger man he would even be surprise if he did hear any rumor about it.

He watches Himchan do his job silently with only the occasional bleep of the scanner and that usual sound coming from a dot-matrix type printer.  He tries his hardest not to trail his eyes on those slightly parted lips and how his pearly white teeth would nip at that luscious naturally pink lower lip at times unconsciously done so, or so Yongguk hopes because it was making the task all too difficult as it is. It has just been a day since they last met and he congratulates himself for not actually pouncing on Himchan and venting out his anger at him like how he originally planned that night.

He was surprise then with his sudden goodwill as much as now. It had been a week since he and Himchan went out and stayed at a café to chat and nothing more. He learned Himchan was good company, he could tell good jokes, he knows his current events and Yongguk decides that that was probably the reason why he didn’t end the night or started the day humping him instead. Because Himchan was good at talking, because Himchan was good at listening and because Himchan had made sex-from-anger which Yongguk would’ve preferred seem a stupid and trivial thing.

“That would be a hundred and fifty won,” Himchan said casually and repeated the same sentence when Yongguk didn’t even fetch for his money. When Yongguk finally did move and apologized a little, that was the only conversation they actually had. It couldn’t be because he was drunk Yongguk asked himself but then again, it had been a long time since they actually had any contact, body contact or whatever.

Yongguk knew Himchan wasn’t the silent type. He talks when he needs to talk, he laughs when the situation calls for it and he stays silent when you need him be.

“When does your shift end?” he asked bluntly as he takes the plastic bag from the counter.

“Beg your pardon?”

“Your shift, when does it end?” reiterates Yongguk.

Himchan’s brows furrowed in a confused manner as he inches his head and looked at the wall clock. “Ten minutes from now,” he answered. Yongguk smiled a small smile. He nudged his shoulder towards the side with the stools.

“I’ll be waiting over there.”   

“What?”

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Yongguk’s shoulder slumped and Himchan was even more dumbfounded, was that a pout just now? A pout from the infamous Bang Yongguk?

“Why? I can’t –”

“No not for that,” and Yongguk pauses, “Well, let me think about it while I wait.”

Himchan just watched, with jaw slightly open, at Yongguk turning his back at him but had recovered fairly fast. He decides to go with the flow, this good sort of flow coming from Yongguk. This doesn’t come by often probably as much as a Blue Moon and Yongguk probably just lied, of course it’s sex, it’s all there is that’s connecting them, Himchan said to himself.