Plaything

No. Not Anymore

Himchan’s jaw clenched as he made his resolve – he’s not going to be the sex toy for tonight. He has decided to quit after all. He’ll go hail a taxi and dump Yongguk inside before anything troublesome happens, who cares who Yongguk’s going to fuck or if he’ll get fuck himself. The thought didn’t really register in Himchan’s brain and when it did, he stopped himself… from laughing. The idea doesn’t just click, it was so wrong, as fucked up wrong as undead beings being able to make an offspring or him ever thinking he has any right to be happy and love.

He reached for his phone and started to dial a number.

*~*~*

Yongguk woke up and sat indolently and a hand immediately went up to cover one eye. With his squinted eyes, he tries to sort out his surroundings as he also tries to remember what happened the night before. As he moved his head from one side to the other and knelt on his knees to sit up and almost was about to stand he heard the familiar ping from an oven toaster and no sooner did he smelled the fragrance of newly toasted bread with butter.

“Jieun,” he uttered in sheer surprise. She smiled a little smile as she hands him an ice pack. Seeing his confused expression she pointed with her pursed lips towards his eye. “You can leave later but for now, put this on that black eye of yours, where did you get it anyway?” she said a bit friendly and a bit cautious as she returned to the kitchen. Yongguk tries to think harder, he knows he was with Himchan, he remembered he made a pass on him even though he said he wouldn’t. But I did say that I’ll think about it, he told himself. Maybe he got the black eye because of that? He shakes his head. Himchan wouldn’t hit him. He probably left him somewhere after calling Jieun. He scratches his head vigorously, furiously. He wanted to leave. Pronto. But he’s not in mint condition or any condition to do anything and just settled with staying over until the afternoon or night, depends on what time he was now up.

Yongguk heads for the kitchen with the icepack in one eye and sat the in his usual chair, the one opposite Jieun. This would’ve been one of the times that he liked so much, one of those times that a second or a third or, you get the idea, that he’d have another go at sex. But currently, he’s just thankful that there’s nothing but awkwardness surrounding them. Awkward would probably be better than anything.

“Can you please fill me in on what happened since the moment I passed out?” he said as he took a bite from the toast, he had looked outside the window and the sun has been beaming a bright morning, he deduced he’ll leave after brunch. Jieun took her time before answering.

“I received a call from you, shocked me to be honest,” she takes a bite on her toast again. “Then two boys came and dropped you off. One of them said you were calling out to me hence called me first,” she shrugs as she finishes her meal and went to the sink.

Silently she walks across the hallway, through the living room and into her room as she fixes herself in minutes and when she came out she was already dressed and ready to go out. “You can stay if you want, lock after you, kay,” she smiled a bit warmly as she puts the sling over her shoulder so it’ll cross over her torso.

“Aren’t you even going to say anything,” Yongguk said as he leans on the wall that acutely separates the living room from the dining area. Jieun’s hand over the door knob stopped, Yongguk could hear her smile.