– *swimming pools
&&. @pxahob; the nights are mainly made for those who’d like to rule the world.
the concept of confidence is eternally mutable to kyungsoo – times it is what he lacks, a sentiment, something which should burst from within. however when winds are no longer attempting to shatter his windows, and he finds himself drowning in the dullness of his own existence, confidence liquids up and settles inside bottles, shrill to every one of the senses, shimmery on its own toxic glory. and the deeper it burns, the wider kyungsoo smiles.
oh but where do we find such rare, confident kyungsoo? wherever there is alcohol, to put simply. some nights he is too tired to leave red light after his short shift is over, hence he will park just there by the counter, tapping impatient fingertips and biting his lip as he watches whoever substitutes him pour him shots of confidence. perhaps colorful, though often clear. and though he never ends alone, there are times where he begins as such – but his favorite ones are those where hwanhee chimed along, wicked wink and smile all together, laughing and babbling loudly of nothing and everything all at once.
wrong doings are simply much more enjoyable when shared.
kyungsoo has mere suspicions of the first night they met, and he attempted once or twice to untie his memory’s strings, however the knots are strong and our boy does not mind beginnings much to bother. endings are the closing key of every story’s door, and oh, did hwanhee hold on to some golden ones for their nights. in exchange, the elder joked once, kyungsoo always paid.
and just as he was done sliding his body over the counter, so familiar, after his shift, kyungsoo stood by it, elbows propped there for support and a smile already cutting his often-so-innocent features. he finds it curious how ready he is to walk over it, step on it even, just by being around hwanhee – though he does not have too long to munch on it as he sees the taller, tanned figure pacing closer. then with a mere raise of two fingers and a glance at the bartender, the latter began pouring the two a few shots, which later would become swimming pools.
“you know, i just realized why we’ve been hanging out so often as you came walking” he says leaning forward as the younger comes closer, “you’re nearly as much of a short bastard as me, so i don’t have to worry abo – hold on you look taller tonight; wearing insoles?” kyungsoo frowns, both faking and genuinely being curious – no amount of toxins could wash away all his desire to know of others.
