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Listening to his roommate Hanbin was the wrong idea. A wrong and terrible idea. Gyuvin found himself trapped in an understaffed, newly opened, café, being overworked to his bones. Nothing in his 21 years of life could have prepared him for this suffering.
Unemployment was Gyuvins personal utopia, his own safe bubble far away from all adult responsibilities and a pay-check wasn’t worth the betrayal to his free time.
Until his dog decided to turn against him. Eumppapa developed expensive… tastes… grooming appointments, dental cleanings, orthopaedic foam dog beds, overpriced paw balm, prescription kibble and outfits fitted for the season. Well, not all of the things listed were his dog’s fault, but those sweaters are truly amazing. So is he working 9 hours right on his first shift, right on the grand opening of the cafe? Of course he is. He spent his entire Saturday working, his boss way too demanding. The place was a mess. He had a bucket, a mob and a dream: Finishing up before midnight. A dream impossible to reach.
Hours have passed and it’s looking just as bad. Exhaustedly he lifted his head up mid-scrub and caught sight of a vintage clock, probably from the 70s, somehow clinging to a rusted, way too small nail. In that moment, it felt like the universe’s personal insult. One well timed crash could’ve spared him this. A tragic incident with a heroic evacuation, maybe even a day off. But no. The clock held. The customers came. And here he was, elbow-deep in someone’s - he doesn’t event question whatsoever on the floor anymore- mopping like it was part of his job description.
It was already 10:30pm, Gyuvin all by himself too drained to even put on music, looked outside and felt it. Freedom…. Freedom was calling him longingly waiting for him to get out of this misery. The mob fell almost comically out of his hands and with heavy steps he walks outside, breathing in the humid summer air. Exhaustion hits Gyuvin like a brick, leaning against the facade of the cafe. He slowly slid down into a squad, taking just a short little breather. “This will all be over soon..”, he mumbled to himself, settling his eyes on the surprisingly busy street.
Just across, a gay bar starts to bustle with life, people standing in line to enjoy their weekend. Gyuvin can’t relate. All he wants right now is a hot shower and his bed.
He lets out a sigh and pushes himself on his feet, the pain in his knees aching at that motion. But then it clicks in his ears. First he thought he was getting tinnitus from all the stress, but that wasn’t it. In the distance, quick and purposeful, comes a rhythmic clacking of high heels on pavement. Gyuvins head turns on instinct, just a glance at first, but the moment his eyes lock on the source of the sound, he forgets how to breathe. His heart misses a beat. A strange tightness spreading through his chest, as if his lungs are drawing inwards all at once.
She’s walking straight towards him. Or past him. Or through him. He can’t even tell. Fear and intimidation creeping up his spine.
A woman. THE only woman ever. Probably the most stunning person he’s ever seen, even out-shining dreams or perfume ads or fashion shows or idol groups or god knows who. Her long, blonde hair flows behind her like it’s caught in slow-motion, each strand catching the dimmed street lights like spun gold. It moves as she moves, just like Gyuvins world. She glows. Not metaphorically… Gyuvin’s not sure she’s even real. Her makeup shimmers in bold black and silvers across her skin, glitter catching in the corner of her sharp eyes. She’s tall—taller than him in those sleek leather heels. Gyuvin stares. He doesn’t even try to hide it. He is full on, unapologetically staring at the goddess before him. Jaw practically on the floor, maybe even drooling. She doesn’t stop, rhythmically rushing past him. She only glances at him once from behind thick lashes. It’s barely a flicker of acknowledgement, but her eyes meet his for a fraction of a second, and its like a slap across the face. Or a gift from god himself. Or both. Yea definitely both. Then she’s gone, the sharp scent of her perfume trailing behind, as if the universe was seriously trying to ruin him. A floral touch with something darker underneath. It wraps around his nose and lingers there, heavy and dizzying. He’s frozen, brain short-circuited.
He’s not even sure she was real. She might’ve just walked out of his own imagination. A hallucination. One of those delusions you get when you’ve been wandering in a desert for too long with nothing but sand and sun and desperation. Except this time the desert was his endless shift and the thirst.. well that didn’t have to do anything with water. He swallows hard. And breathes for the first time in 20 seconds. Was he holding his breath?, he shook his head.
Gyuvin tries to function normally, walking towards the door, not before tripping slightly and watching her enter said gay bar across the street. He finally snaps back into reality once she is out of sight, truly feeling like he was just shot by cupids arrow. The boy thanks all possible deities and gods, or whatever’s out there, for the blessing that was just send his way. An unbelievably, gorgeous, woman.
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Today’s Gyuvin curses all possible deities and gods, and whatever’s out there. He hasn’t seen the gorgeous, beautiful, hot and breathtaking woman anywhere, not a single time in the past week. He seriously started to believe that she was an illusion, maybe a hallucination, a figment of his imagination or something his overworked, exhausted brain came up with. It honestly got Gyuvin more upset than he likes to admit.
It really doesn’t help Gyuvin get through his morning shift at the cafe either. He keeps brewing decaffeinated espressos, instead of actual ones, adding wrong syrups and almost even set a piece of bread on fire. After that he got sent onto the register, not allowed to touch any drinks or food for the rest of his shift. He stood there, jokingly sulking while his coworkers, Maki and nicholas joke that he got sent into time-out like a toddler.
They must’ve sensed that something was on Gyuvins mind, throwing jokes at him left and right. And it honestly helped. The boy had his usual stupid grin back in no time. He was laughing with Maki when he heard the entrance bell ring, making his way back to the register, ready to take the new customers order. His smile slowly faded as he scanned the boy walking toward him. White-Blonde strands of hair falling into his face, one elegantly curling right at his nose bridge. Sharp, cat like eyes met Gyuvins, glistening like he had diamonds ingrained into his big dark pupils. A soft smile across his plump lips. The way he carried himself radiated aura. Ears dripping in sparkly piercings, a tattoo going vertically across his neck, dressed in an expensive looking black button up and trousers. Gyuvin was stunned for a good second, mouth gaping just a little bit, blinking a few times to make sure he’s not just imagining it. It takes everything in him not to unapologetically stare at an attractive person again. He tries to catch himself while he quietly clears his throat.
“Hi, what can I get you?”, he finally manages to spit out, sounding dazed. “Strawberry latte please, extra strawberry syrup if possible.”, the man answered, voice slightly amused. Gyuvin just manages to nod for the moment, only now breaking their eye contact to look at the register screen. He nervously bites the inside of his cheek while typing in the order, then glances back to the white haired boy, muttering a “anything else?”. Theres a short and slight change in glance in his cat-like eyes, though Gyuvin couldn’t quite read it. “Thats it.”, he responds with a slightly wider smile.
Gyuvin wants to give him the drink for free really badly, not quite sure why, but seeing how often he messed up today, he reluctantly lets the boy pay. Delicate, Slender fingers taking a card out of his prada wallet. His nails were painted in a slight, natural pink making his fingers look girlish. His hands looked incredibly soft, no man should ever be allowed to have hands like this, Gyuvin thought to himself. He took in the sight of the mans fingers typing in his pin and realizes he should stop staring.
Turning around he grabs the cup, puts an order sticker on it and stops in his tracks. A quick thought of ‘should i write down my number?’, crossed Gyuvins mind, but dismissed it quickly. But for what? What would he even do with a boy’s number? He could give the boy wrong signals. It’s not like Gyuvin would date him. He’s a dude after all.
The boy is intensively staring at the cup in his hands, lost in thoughts a little too long, then looks back up at the blonde, smiling softly while passing the cup in his hand to the barista. “Your order will be called out when it’s ready, you can take a seat meanwhile.”, Gyuvin smiled, which was answered by a polite nod. He doesn’t move from the register however, not before intensely looking Gyuvin up and down, smirk growling on his face. He blinked confused as he watches the boy leave for a seat, eyes accidentally falling on the boys ass. Gyuvin’s mouth falls open at seeing his proportions. His waist was ridiculously small, Gyuvins sure that his hand would reach across it completely, maybe even make his fingertips touch as he holds the tiny waist between his hands. The butt was fuller than most girls that he knows, almost bouncing as he walked-
Gyuvins mind came to an emergency break as he realized what he was thinking. The blonde was still a guy. No matter his elegant hands, beautiful eyes, waist that just screamed and begged to being grab-
He sighed as he had to stop his thoughts again. What was up with him. The customer was still a dude. Last time Gyuvin checked he wasn’t into dicks.
He forces himself to look at Maki, who was grinning and wiggling his eyebrows at Gyuvin. “What?” “He wants you baaaadd”, he says quietly enough so only they would hear it. “W-wha- hes a guy- im not- i… Maki what?”, Gyuvin stammered, trying to find his words to deny the baristas claim. “Hey, the way you looked at his ass…”, Maki continued to tease, the other boy starting to turn red like a glow-stick being activated. Maki finished up the Strawberry latte while laughing hysterically at his coworker, his laugh only getting stronger when he missed the cup because of it, whipped cream now all over the counter. “Heyheyheyhey! What are you doinggg?”, Nicholas came bolding in, snatching the whipped cream can out of his hand. Gyuvin tried to conceal his laugh while Nicholas scolded Maki all whiny, clearly at his last straw for today. Even tho Gyuvins not supposed to, he takes over the whiped cream, topping the strawberry latte off, then drizzling syrup on, all while his coworkers are busy arguing. Gyuvin takes the drink with a pink straw he specifically picked out to the register and calls out “Strawberry latte!”, while building eye contact with the blonde, who immediately got up and walked toward Gyuvin in tiny, girly steps.
He hands over the drink, while the beautiful boy mutters a quiet and gentle ‘thank you’, almost feeling intimate, like it’s only supposed to reach Gyuvin, his pretty voice all for himself. Their hands touch for a second, enough to make Gyuvin hold is breath for a flash. He has never touched such smooth and soft skin, ever.
‘I wonder if the rest of his body is as sof-‘, Gyuvin immediately breaks his thought, looking up from where their hands just met. He was looking right back at Gyuvin, something mischievous glistening in the pretty boys eyes. As if he initiated the brief touch on purpose. The blonde starts to distance himself, smiling sweetly, then giving Gyuvin a teasing wink, who widened his eyes a little at the gesture, ears warming up slightly. A soft giggle leaves the boys lips before he turns and walks toward the door. Before he completely left Gyuvins sight, he catches his eyes wandering towards his butt again, quickly looking elsewhere as soon as his brain catches up.
What was with him these days?
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Mario Cart music is blearing through the room, voices screaming, messily speaking over each other, laughter bouncing off the walls. The big, 4-split tv screen illuminating the space while the dusk is shifting into a cool summer night.
Gyuvin, who was currently in 7th place after a npc shot him with a red shell, suddenly got this shit-eating grin on his face after getting his item box. Matthew, current first place and sitting next to Gyuvin, quickly scanned his item and gave the boy next to him a panicked glance. “Gyuvin don’t do it. Dont you dare-“, Matthew tried but it was too late. Gyuvin sent a blue shell his way. Hanbin, who was Gyuvins room mate and current second place, started laughing hysterically, watching Matthews character get hit by the blue shell. Hanbin and Gunwook, who were giggling uncontrollably by his agony, quickly swooshed past his distressed character, over the finish line and placing 1st and 2nd. Gyuvin still placed behind Matthew, but him not placing first was satisfaction enough. “KIM GYUVIN!!”, Matthew nearly attacked the boy next to him who was, just like Gunwook, Matthew’s boyfriend by the way, uncontrollably giggling. Gyuvin felt completely at ease, enjoying his day off to the fullest.
The chaos came to a calm when a knock sounds against the front door. “I’ll get it.”, Hanbin already walking to the door. The other three stopped paying attention as soon as they hear Hanbins “oh, hi baby!”, knowing it’s his boyfriend, Zhang Hao. Gyuvin sighs, getting his phone out, while still engaging with Matthew and Gunwook, but not paying attention to whatever is going on between the two boys at the front door.
Gyuvin loves Hanbin, truly, hes like a brother to him. He adores Hao, loves his company, even considers him brother-in-law. But god, their relationship can feel suffocating. He tried talking to their other friends about it, but they don’t fully get it. They’re not the ones who live with it almost 24/7. He’s like the third wheel attached to Hao and Hanbin, all he wants is some support on his side. Coming out of his room and seeing them cuddle on their shared couch in their shared living space, Hanbin gently brushing through Haos hair with his hand, not even paying attention to whatever they’re watching on TV. Looking at his boyfriend with such overwhelming affection, as if he’s the world to him, while the other gently brushing along the arm that is holding him, glancing back with the same love struck expression. When they’re cooking together, Hao just silently back-hugs his roommate, not being able to keep a distance, feeling the need to be close to Hanbin at all times. The small gestures when they eat together like pulling up one’s sleeve, so it wouldn’t get dirty, or feeding each other, even though they’re eating the same exact thing, wiping each others mouths whenever one eats messily. Gyuvin can see whenever Hanbins brain malfunctions when his boyfriend wears his clothes after getting out of the shower, most of the time together.
Every interaction of theirs has Gyuvin feeling some type of way. He was aware of how bad it sounded, but he can’t shake the heavy feeling in his chest whenever he lays back into his bed after encountering them. It’s got him spiraling. Gyuvin can’t place this feeling, sometimes he’s scared that he had turned homophobic over night, suddenly bothered by the gayness of it all. But all of his closest friends were queer. Hanbin and Hao gay, Gunwook Bi, he wasn’t entirely sure about Matthew, but given that he’s Gunwooks boyfriend… queer. Heck, even Maki from work had a cute boyfriend, picking him up most of the time. And he doesn’t hate them. Not a single bit. In fact, he doesn’t hate any gay person. But anytime he sees his roommate be this madly in love, an overwhelming feeling of despair washes over him. It wasn’t jealousy, he definitely didn’t have feelings for either one, he’d rather get legally married to his dog before even thinking about kissing one of them. But he couldn’t confidently say that it wasn’t jealousy he felt. Maybe something similar? He couldn’t place this feeling exactly, but it makes him feel overwhelmingly sorrowful.
“Gyuvin, you’re coming with us!!”, Zhang Hao ripped Gyuvin out his thoughts, grinning at him excitedly. He blinked at Hao, looking perplexed. “Coming where…?”, he looked around, seeing Gunwook and Matthew already stood up to put their shoes on. “Did you even listen to anything i just said? Gay bar? Drag show? You got none of that?”, Hao pouted at him. Gyuvin looked at him even more confused now. “Gay bar? Hao… you know im straight, right?”.
Zhang Hao let out a laugh, or more like a single, loud, “HA!”, as if Gyuvin just delivered a really good punch line. But the earnestness of his face made Hao stop giggling. “Oh, you’re serious…”, the boy held onto his boyfriend for support, as if Gyuvin just told him his dog died. Infact, everyone was looking at Gyuvin, all faces stunned. He looked back at his friends just as stunned. “Wait, did all of you think i was gay?”, he asked, caught off guard. The couples looked back at him, all with the same deer-in-headlights look, the silence being answer enough. The boy felt like he was getting pranked. What about him even read as gay? He dated multiple girls before, has never shown interest in men, where was this all coming from?
Hanbin sighed, “come with us anyways, we’re going to support Haos friends, ok?”, he gave Gyuvin a small smile, hand sliding to his boyfriend’s waist, pulling him closer. Gyuvin’s eyes drop to Hanbins hand, quickly looking up again. ‘Ah, this feeling again?’ he thought to himself, still no proper explanation for it. Before he let his thoughts spiral again, he stood up and sighed an“Alright.”. The rooms atmosphere got lighter again, Gyuvin didn’t even realize how tense it got for a second. While tying his shoes, Hao pats him on the head, then ruffles his hair, making it a bit messy. Gyuvin looked up, ready to complain but something in Haos gaze made him shut up, fixing his hair quietly.
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To his surprise, it was the gay bar across his workplace. It was incredibly small inside, yet buzzing with life. Hao led them to a table right next to a dance floor, wich was being illuminated in an array of colors. Looking around, Gyuvin confirmed to himself that yes, he hasn’t turned homophobic all of the sudden. The place was, expectedly, full of gay men, Bartenders wearing playboy-bunny like outfits, some more revealing than others. Some of the servers were girls tho, Gyuvin wondered if they’re lesbians, because non of them really seemed like it.
The friends were giddily talking to each other, laughing with each other, but Gyuvin was too busy taking in the new surrounding to engage or listen. “Omg Haoo! Great to see you!”, a voice rang, it didn’t quite rip Gyuvins head out of the clouds yet. Hao replied something, they talk a little bit, when they get asked what they want to drink. Gyuvins head finally got yanked back into reality when he saw their server. His mouth falls agape, freezing in his motion. The gorgeous woman he saw a few nights ago stood before him, sweetest smile on her lips. The effect she had on him intensified when she was looking directly at Gyuvin, giving him all of her attention. And all he can do is stare back at her in awe, once again being captivated by her beauty. A few moments of pure eye contact pass when Hanbin shoved his elbow into Gyuvin. “If you don’t wanna drink just say that, stop staring like that…”, he muttered. Gyuvin blinked a few times, ears glowing red in embarrassment. Their waitresses giggles, enjoying his attention. “I’ll have whatever Hanbins having…”, he finally managed to mumble, while she nods and writes it on her little note book, then looks at Matthew to take his order. After she left the table and Gyuvin could function again, Matthew turned in his direction with a simple “what the fuck dude.” All of sudden Gyuvin was the centre of attention and everyone looked at him with an expression of disbelief.
Gyuvin blinked twice and uttered a small and hesitant “what..?” “What do you mean `what’?” Gunwook almost shouted at him, “you just ordered yourself large raspberry Cosmopolitan COCKtail with two extra shots vodka.”
Gyuvins eyes widened at the words, his mouth opening, then closing it again as if he was a fish out of water. He panically looks around the table, waiting for someone to tell him it’s a joke. “You were literally drooling over the waitress.” Hanbin smirked, barely holding back a laugh. “She could serve you literal poison in a dog bowl and you would still drink it up like a good little puppy”, Hao hysterically laughs by the time he was finished with his sentence. Gyuvin hid his face in between his hands, ears and cheeks glowing red in embarrassment while the whole table erupted in laughter. Matthew jokingly patted his shoulder, “Mr. Straight right here wants a piece of our waitress so bad”, he continued to laugh. Gyuvin groaned, throwing his head back. “It’s been a long week ok? I was zoning out, i didn’t even hear a thing, it’s not because of her…”, he tried to explain, while actively scanning the room for her. The Group continued joking, easy laughter filling the atmosphere, but Gyuvin doesn’t hear any of it, is full concentration on the woman, waiting for their drinks as she leaned onto the bar, shooting the bartender sweet smiles and giggles. The boy can’t take his eyes of her, like he is trying to memorize every single detail about her, as if she wasn’t already engraved into his brain.
After a few minutes of staring into the void, another waitress brings their drinks, but before Gyuvin could say anything about the wrong order all the lights went out and a single spotlight fell on the small stage right next to the bar, the waitress long gone. The room fell quiet and hanbin shifted next to him excitement.
Loud, thumping, bass-heavy music started to blast out of the big speakers that shook the floor and screamed “get ready, bitches!”
“Ladies and Gays” boomed a familiar voice over the mic, “and straight boys that accidentally order a raspberry Cosmo- welcome to feel the pop paradise!” Everyone cheered. Except Gyuvin, who was already regretting all his life decisions that led him to this moment and started gripping the edge of the table in horror. “Thats my BFF” Matthew clapped his hands together making the situation even worse. Gyuvin sinks down his seat, trying to hide from it all.
Another tall woman with a huge neon green wig, announcing that her name was Taeyong, strutted across the stage and leaned into the crowd. “Lets all warm up for starters and pick some volunteers!” The audience went wild, people pointing fingers everywhere. And of course 4 big and mischievous fingers pointing right at Gyuvin, who was almost underneath the table. Gyuvins eyes were full with panick, when Taeyong locked her eyes with his. “NO”, he said immediately, voice barely audible over the music. “Yes”, Hanbin whispered ominously. Taeyong sashayed over, reaching down and grabbing Gyuvin by his collar. “OH HELL NO”, Gyuvin yelped, twisting in his seat like a child having a tantrum. “Nope! No thank you! I am NOT ga- GUYS-“. But it was to no avail. Gunwook was pushing from behind, Hanbin lifting him by his arms like a WWE coach. Matthew whipping out his phone to record the mess in front of him. “NO HANBIN! I trusted you!”
“You trusted the wrong person!” He replied cockily while sipping his drink.
In a blur of chaos and betrayal, Gyuvin was yanked onto the stage under blinding lights. “Nothing against you baby, we just love terrorising the straights!”, Taeyong grinned while dragging Gyuvin toward a chair in the middle of the stage.
He sat there stiffly, blinking at the crowd, visibly shaking, looking like a post war veteran. He tries to awkwardly laugh it off, but it doesn’t seem to work in any way. “What´s your name, sugar?” Taeyong twirled dramatically. “G-Gyuvin.” He muttered, while the crowd cooed at his shyness. “Well Gyuvin! I hope you’re prepared, for our beautiful queen, WUMUT-… uhm.. no RINI!”, Taeyeong announces, quickly stepping away, leaving Gyuvin alone on the stage.
The lights dimmed and a familiar sound of clacking heels make their way towards him. The rhythm so steady and fierce he could recognise it anywhere.
It was her.
He didn’t need to turn to know it was her. He could feel her presence as if the air itself had shifted. And then she appeared, emerging from the shadows like a siren walking towards him. Her beautiful pearl white hair now tied into a pony tail swung with every step, drawing attention to the sharpness of her jaw and the rough body glitter on her collarbone glistening under the lights. A tight, black bodysuit clung to her frame, defining her small silhouete. A pair of skin tight pants covering her thin thighs, the sides having a daring cut out, laced up ribbon keeping everything in place. The black see-through lace tights she wore underneath contrasting the snow-white of her skin and a pair of tight leather garters gracing her thighs, squeezing her flesh slightly, reflecting the shimmer of the headlights.
She stopped in front of him, tilted her head slightly, and leaned in just enough to make his whole world blur.
Her breath trailing over his ear with a soft, but terrifying whisper, “I’ll be gentle”.
Gyuvin inhaled sharply, pressing his thighs together. His entire head was already spinning. Her cat-like smokey eyes scanning his face in the darkened room with an amused smirk. Her gaze trailed down to his lips and Gyuvins soul packed its bags and started looking for an escape route. The beat dropped, smooth and low, like silk dragging across bare skin.
“How do you like this to be? Natural and automatic for you…”
She locked eyes with him for a second before circling behind him, one manicured hand dragging along the back of his shoulders, nails grazing the fabric of his shirt. Her fingers dipped beneath the collar for half a second, just enough to make him shiver and send a jolt down his spine. She moved like honey: slow, warm, and impossible to shake off. Gyuvin was frozen in place, eyes wide open and blinking too fast, his whole body tense like a violin string on the verge of snapping. He watched her every move in a daze, the way she moved around him was hypnotising his mind.
From the crowd, Gunwook whispered to Matthew “I give him 30 seconds before spontaneous combustion.” “No don’t say thaaaatt..”, he responded to his boyfriend in an emphatic manner. “He wont even last 10..”
“Ive waited for these fantasies every day...”
She didn't walk… she glided. Like a predator circling her prey, with all the time in the world, savoring the moment. Her sharp eyes never left Gyuvin. The boy frozen in the chair, his back ramrod straight, fists clenched in his lap as if holding onto the last remnants of his sanity. The boy jolted when she put one of her heels onto his thigh, pressing down with slight pressure, nothing that could hurt Gyuvin. He watches as she shifts her gaze to the audience for just a moment, while teasingly running her hand up her leg, touching the exposed skin her pants allowed to show. Rinis eyes land on Gyuvin again, his cheeks flushed, eyes unfocused, as if he got drunk just by her presence. His heart thudded so loud it drowned out the music. His skin was on fire. His brain was melting. Rini reappeared in front of him and gently pushed his knees apart with one booted foot. Gyuvin practically malfunctioned, mouth falling agape. She stepped between his legs and placed both hands on his shoulders, grip light, but grounding. She lowered herself into his lap. Slowly and excruciatingly her thighs brush against his and her body hovering just a breath away from contact. She leaned in, face brushing his ear and let out a soft hum with the beat, breath hot against his neck. He made a sound. A pathetic, choked, high-pitched whimper that made half the audience burst into laughter and the other half scream.
“Is he even alive?” Gunwook muttered. “Tap him. Someone tap him.”
“I think he’s vibrating,” Hanbin said.
Hao laughed “good for her.”, throwing his boyfriend a mischievous smile.
“It just comes natural... automatic…”
Rini pulled back slightly, one hand cradling his jaw as she looked him dead in the eyes. And then, finally, she lowered herself into his lap with the lightest pressure imaginable. Gyuvin let out the faintest gasp, head tipping back like he’d just been blessed by a divine being. Rini smirked, clearly enjoying every second of his unraveling. She leaned even more forward, her chest brushing against him, breath warm on his neck. Gyuvin was vibrating in the chair, hands clenched into white-knuckled fists on his knees. His head was tilted slightly back, eyes wide open like a man watching a slow-motion car crash.
“Automatic…”
She finally moved. Her hips began to roll in slow, hypnotic circles, not rushed, not forced. Precise, as if each movement was measured and practiced down to the breath. Her thighs pressed lightly against his. Her body rocked just enough to make him feel everything, without actually giving him anything. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t take this. The crowd erupted in even louder cheers and applause, everyone loosing their minds over what was happening on the stage. But both of them are so lost in the moment, lost im each other, that it doesn’t register their brains. It was like they only existed for each other in this moment.
“My senses move at the smallest body movements..”
She looked down at him, face glowing under the red lights, then brushed her fingers under his chin and tilted his face up to meet her eyes. And he looked up at her with the most pathetic, star struck expression she has ever seen. Full of want and need. As if he was worshipping every cell of her body just by a single glance.
"Is this your first time?" she mouthed. He nodded. Tiny but desperate. Barely a movement. Rini smiled, full of power, control and intent. Then she shifted in his lap with just enough pressure to make him gasp again. A tiny, high-pitched noise that made the entire audience lose it. Gyuvins skin was buzzing and he could feel heat piling up in his lower stomach. His entire identity was shattered and reforming around the fact that the woman of his wettest dreams in 6-inch heels was lap-dancing him to Red Velvet. Rini gave one final, slow and demanding roll of her hips before rising from his lap like smoke, leaving behind only heat and wreckage. Gyuvin's breath caught in his throat. His legs were trembling. The air between them crackled. He looked up, dazed, wrecked, eyes wide and lips parted like he might say something. But no words came out. Just a soft, panicked moan. She leaned in, mouth hovering a breath away from his. Her lips parted and eyes sparkled with something dangerous, but knowing.Her voice dropped to a whisper only he could hear.
“I’ll let you imagine how the rest feels.”
An inhuman, wounded noise, something between a whimper and a prayer left his mouth and Gyuvin bolted. He scrambled out of the chair and ran off the stage as if he was on fire, one hand pulling down the front of his shirt in a desperate attempt to hide the obvious, cursed situation Rini had left him with.
His friends giddily call him back to the table, but Gyuvin just bolts past them, his feet carrying him to the bathroom.