a little risky |t.k|

two

Jeongguk woke up in a bed he had yet to adapt to, his hair dishevelled and briefs desperately close to coming off. It took him a minute to adjust to the daylight, as he remained in bed. Thinking of things that were a waste of energy just to get his brain running.

The face from yesterday still in the back of his mind. He hadn't seen it completely making it even tougher to identify.

After a solid twenty minutes, he hopped out of his bed pulling up his briefs properly. He tossed the blanket around to give off the illusion that he had made his bed. He glanced over the digital clock, 11:47 staring him in the face. 

He stepped over to the nightstand gripping his phone to check when Jimin's classes would end. By the grace of God, he didn't have any classes for the next two days because he preferred not to opt for extra courses.

Grabbing a towel he headed off to waste the next two hours in the shower. His phone blasting music. Foaming his body he began to try and visualise what the rest of that man's face would look like. The face irked something inside of Jeongguk.

He rubbed his scalp with shampoo. Jimin's, he thought as the smell of raspberries invaded the atmosphere. He ran his hands into the brown locks, massaging it all through.

He grabbed the shower trim, turning it to cold water as he got rid of the remaining lather. His hand went down to his shaft, jerking his wrist down the girth. He quickly got rid of his morning wood with his hand running down the tip. His breath became heavy as he was close. Deep, hitched exhales could be heard throughout the bathroom as he moved his hand quicker.

Soon enough he came with a loud grunt and stepped back to lean back onto the wall. He stayed like that for a minute as the hot cum was washed down by the water. His body was shaken, sensitive by the hastened orgasm. He turned off the shower, clutched the towel tying it around his waist. He walked in front of the mirror and traced his waistline, his tattoo still clear as day.

a risk i'm willing to take; you.

The memories of it have now become so diffused that Jeongguk would rather not think to remember them. 

He opened his wardrobe pulling out one of Jimin's black thick sweatpants and sliding them on, no briefs needed as always. The waistline reached well enough above his tattoo. They were healthy but kept most of himself in place and if not Jeongguk could care less.

He thought about a shirt and opted to just grab a hoodie and leave the zipper open. If it got chilly he would close it if not then, well leave it open. Shoving his phone and wallet in his pocket he grabbed the keys and locked the door. As usual, he slid down the emergency stairs.

Damn it, Jimin had taken the bike. Meaning he would have to walk. He didn't mind a walk but he wasn't used to these streets and they were strikingly crowded. Much less crowded than Jeongguk's head.

He pushed in his headphones and began to embark on his journey to get groceries. He strolled past the streets of Manhattan observing the way the city circulated. He didn't pay heed to the people but the movement, the buildings. He always wanted to come here. Maybe he wanted to come here because some else wanted to come here. But that didn't matter now, did it?

He fastened his pace feeling the breeze hit his face and torso. He hadn't bothered to dry his abdomen. The water felt exhilarating when the cool air brushed past. His hair still damp, dripped onto the hood. He saw the city sites in a blur not that he was paying attention. He was too busy in his head. Thinking of useless things.

He saw the store come closer and he chose to rush over there. The air conditioning was biting but Jeongguk didn't bother to close his zip. He loved the cold. It always told him that warmth would always fade. It gave him the reality check he needed. He walked passed the stares of gawking strangers.

They didn't bother him. Nothing bothered him much. They were nothing but people he didn't have to deal with. Socialising was to be done only when he needed something whether that be love or lust. But he didn't need love, not that anyone could give him that. He could use a new pack of pens, though.

He wasn't this hurt, broken person his thoughts made him out to be. He was just brought up this way. He was moulded into the person he is by his experiences and a man. He was just a man pushing through life the same way everyone else does.

The automatic doors closed and he grabbed a basket. He had to get a list of things which Jimin had texted him. The basics or necessities if you must.

He wandered the aisles grabbing everything one by one. He didn't hurry, he didn't need to. He took his time. Making a mistake would mean no dinner for him because Jimin was the only one who knew how to cook.

As he approached the bread aisle he noticed another man. He didn't think much of him, tossing in his white bread. The jacket was completely off his shoulders. His torso fully exposed other than his lower back. Then again did he care? No. Because his appearance only mattered when he was looking to hook up.

He was done and walked out ignoring the sly wink from the previous man. The cashier was staring at him. His body to be more precise. The water had dried up leaving him with his damp hair and half-naked body. A lustful sight to those who chose to make it so. 

The cashier took his stuff and billed him. But not before slipping in her number of course.

Jeongguk didn't mind. It was always good to have a backup booty call just in case.

He walked back to his apartment and got a call from Jimin as soon as he reached.

"Did you do the deed?"

"It's groceries not a hit job, Min."

"Yeah, whatever. I'll be there in five."

Jeongguk checked the clock. 4:57.

He still had time to waste before he met up with the girl. What was her name?

He went into his room to find the paper the girl had left him.

Kim Yeri.