“I never thought i’d see another guy sleeping in my brother’s bed.”
while the morning may still be young, just awakening over the peak of the horizon in soft colors of warm orange and blue, wonshik seems to have allowed some form of evil in his home. the devil does not come walking in with horns upon his head. instead, he is submerged beneath the blue bed sheets that belong to jungkook. and, with another look around, he notices that the young boy he has so kindly called his ‘little brother’ is not here. off on another drug run, no doubt. yet it seems as if he has left something of intimacy behind on his bed, maybe not expecting that wonshik would be home earlier than usual. he suspects that this boy must mean something to jungkook, for the kid wouldn’t dare to bring a stranger home-- especially not a man. but he has seen this kid around, quite a bit, sometimes in blurred images of cctv footage and other times, just another street thug with a bit of bad fame to his name.
daehyun. he guesses that’s his name, although he isn’t entirely certain and could not find any reason to care. jungkook has brought home a pet, and wonshik has never been entirely too fond of animals.
“you got a name, kid?” he asks this, even if he thinks he already knows the answer. it all serves a purpose. him leaning over with his hand wrapped gently around the stranger’s neck. his knee pushed against the guy’s crotch. his question that relies on trust. maybe this ‘daehyun’ guy will sense that something isn’t entirely right, and this is all just a procedure that wonshik loves to put people through. whether they’re strong or weak, he almost always finds the strangest pleasure in putting people down. either literally or figuratively, he doesn’t care.
and with a small sweet smile of such welcoming ambiance, he waits patiently for the man to rise and answer.
