Blue Eyed Boy. (j.jk x k.th)

One: A Vodka on the Rocks

It was downright pouring. The vast dark sky had opened up and cried down, falling hard and fast, and soaked Jeongguk to the bone. His clothes were cold and useless now, and he shivered, limping down the dark sidewalk quickly. his ebony hair was plastered with rain to his forehead, and the onslaught darkened and expanded the scarlet patches that were bleeding through his dark clothing. The only security and comfort that he could provide himself with was the reassurance of the cool hard metal pressing against his skin under his jacket.

What Jeongguk really needed to do was find a cheap hotel, patch himself up, and catch the next train to Busan, but that's not what he was doing. His mind was already foggy from pain and cold, and of course gave the mild suggestion of 'hey, I should go get a Vodka to warm me up!'. And of course, Jeongguk gave in to that voice, because yeah, a Vodka sounded pretty nice right now. 

The glowing lights of business and signs reflected on the dark and rain sodden streets, glowing orange and green around him, giving him an odd but calming feeling. He couldn't help but notice how it would make a pretty picture. Peeling his eyes away, he continued to allow his seemingly black eyes dart through the streets, alert for movement. In this part of town, anybody could be a gangster, drug dealer, or mofo. And he couldn't afford a run in with any of those listed.

Finally, a glowing sign caught his attention reading 'BT's BAR' in purple, the 'A' in Bar flickering occasionally. It was small and looked run down, but it was open according to the flashing sign on the door, and he wasn't too picky about the quality of alcohol he was getting.

Honestly, he wouldn't care at this point if it was poisoned even.

So, Jeongguk peered across the 2 am streets of Seoul, allowed a Volkswagen to pass, and then quickly made his way across the street, his limp obvious. He made sure to check both ways before crossing; it would suck to get hit by a car after living through what he just had.

He peered down the empty sidewalks before pulling open the heavy door to BT's, and slipped inside, hesitantly lowering the hood of his black sodden jacket. Breathing a breath of relief, it was nice to be out of the heavy downpour. It was warm in here. His shivers were already subsiding.

Running a hand through his dark dripping hair, he lightly stepped out of the entrance, and peered around the fairly empty bar. He had been right, it was small and run down, but was also homey in a sort. Through the multiple speakers, a faint jazz gave a calming aura, and it smelled distinctly of whiskey. In the corner, there was a pool table and a dart board, and a dyed blonde lady was perched on a sofa against the wall, drunkenly laughing with a brunette who was failing horribly at the darts. Besides those two, the bar seemed 100% empty, and Jeongguk found his shoulders un tensing.

(Slightly.)

Making his way to the bar, he peeled off his gloved and shoved them into his jacket. The brunette at the dart board caught his eye, and her eye makeup was smudged, probably from the rain. She sent him a sultry wink, then giggled again, and he let a small smirk rest on his lips as he huffed to himself in laughter. He slid onto a bar stool, and slid off his soaked jacket too, placing them on the chair beside him in case the girl at the dart board decided to come over. He was in no mood to flirt.

His white shirt underneath was more dry thank the lord, but exposed the obvious wounds he was sporting- blood had completely soaked through on his left hip, and his collar, although smaller, was also red. His back was by far the worst. He knew, remembering the size of the knife that had been sunk into his skin earlier that night.

Thankfully, he didn't feel the pain- the rain and cold had numbed it, but now that he was in a warmer place, he could feel the dull ache beginning to return. He bit his lip, hoping the bar tender would pop up soon. A drink would certainly help.