─ closed starter. @aubeseur
fresh blood dries on his face , wild eyes fixed on the beaten man who's barely alive . and a few others , all against one boy named do gangjae ─ the golden boy of dongcheon , the most promising one that choi mujin liked to show off , he won the money he betted on gangjae tonight and a fat paycheck would be waiting for him after he was done with getting his bruises and cuts taken care of . most of the blood wasn't his , but the bruises were , he might have a cracked finger or toe but he was the one that stood above the men twice his size who believed would beat him in the cage fight . his breaths are uneven , his chest raising with quick inhales , he hears the men cheer behind him . and turns around ─ a drunken grin on his parted lips . they cheer for him , some of them throw the dollars at him and one of them , the bold one , comes inside the cage to give him a firm hug . it draws a quiet chuckle from gangjae , his eyes wander from mujin's face to fix on someone else as he pats the old man's back .
the white haired one , the one who isn't cheering like other men . his smile turns more suggestive somehow , like he was going to devour him . well , with a bloody mouth like that , it wasn't out of imagination . it takes a couple of hours to finish up the celebration , to shove his paycheck in the secret secret purse in his locker and lock it , pull in the handle a few times to make sure it's locked firmly . can't leave it out in the open now , can he ?
gangjae wasn't allowed to sit with the big guys , but the white haired beauty was , apparently ─ he must be someone important . cheolsu had followed him to the exit , constantly reminding gangjae that a pretty thing like that wouldn't even look at gangjae so he better forget about him and just go sleep . but what got the rabid hound this far was his determination and his sweet tongue , always making even choi mujin crack a smile with his jokes . or whatever . the night air wasn't that cold , he's left his tracksuit unzipped and chest bare . hands lazily tucked in the pockets as he leaned against the wall . his eyes were fixed on the water , the river quiet and dark . tips of his fingers pushed mindlessly on a bruise on his torso , feeling it sting , right under his rib . and cheolsu wouldn't stop running his mouth , most of the things he said gangjae chose not to hear but what caught his attention was his hurried warning . ' oh he's here he's here ! ' gangjae pulls himself off the wall and quickly shoves cheolsu away to head toward the exit .
‘ ya ! uh .. hey there . ‘ it's ridiculous . gangjae can easily pack up any girl in the bar , look at him now . his friends are going to bully him about it because he knew cheolsu wasn't going to shut his mouth ─ he's already snickering behind him but thankfully not interfering . ‘ you came out for a smoke ? wanna smoke with us ? ‘ gangjae doesn't smoke but thankfully his friend , cheolsu does , who takes out his pack of cigarettes and a lighter when gangjae gestures toward him . not taking his eyes off the white haired beauty . moonlight reflects off the pale locks , and his face , he looks like an ethereal siren who's lost his fish tail and can walk on two feet . gangjae slowly returns his hands to his pockets and gives him a smirk , it makes the split wound on the corner of his bottom lip hurt a little but it doesn't matter . ‘ are you mister park's new boyfriend or something ? ‘
