No time to love

The acid storm lasted several hours. And over those hours of silent observation, Chan realized he wasn't studying the Hyunjin's body because he saw him as an opponent. If he'd been a bit sharper, he would've figured that out back in their first fight. Hard times had long since taught him not to beat around the bush, so at some point he just asked straight out:

"What do you want for letting me fuck you?"

The pencil froze on the page. Hyunjin stared ahead for a few seconds, then slowly turned toward him. His lips trembled, and for a moment Chan feared he'd insulted him-but then Hyunjin burst out laughing, tilting his head back. He laughed light and easy-only his eyes were completely glassy, staring blankly into the distance, like his brain was processing two totally different emotions at once. It made Chan uneasy.
Something was off about this guy.

"You don't have it," his laughter cut off as abruptly as it began, "So... go fuck yourself. Although," he grinned slyly, stretching his bright crimson lips, "for a couple cans of food and a liter of clean water, I might be willing to watch."