ℙ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕔

𝕆𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕒

    In the middle of the night, wind is blowing  through the brunches, screaming with devilish voice, threatening with something...

Laying in bed, tucking warm blanket under my chin, i look at the scene, that scares me, but at the same time pulls me in mysterious thoughts.

    Today was a long day.
Hundreds of thoughts are rushing inside my head...my mind keeps disobeying me.
Every night, i think,what am i suppose to paint, how can i swirl my brush on a snow white like canvas... it's like i am trying to catch muses, but every time a get close by, they'll immediately slip away.

I looked at the watch,standing on the nightstand:
1:15 a.m
Yeah... only one-forth of the night has passed... it seems that I won't sleep peacefully for once like other long nights...

I got up from bed and headed towards the kitchen. A coffee, thats what i need.

While waiting for water to boil, i looked out from the window. Wind is still blowing like crazy, dancing through the trees like a woman dressed in all white... so poetic...

  i wish i could spread this scenery on canvas... i imagine as the cold blue, which's sneaked by greyish white, purple is kissing the dark sky,not wanting to let go... yes, THE CANVAS!

I almost spilled the coffee while fast-walking toward the living room, or should i say-classroom. I turned the lights on and looked around... a little untidy...no, not little, it's all messed up. That's what happens, when you come come home drunk... i must admit though, it was pretty good,but not that part with hangover and someone besides you in the bed...

  Flashback

-damn it, i can't find the keys!-i signed drunkly frustrated and irritated.
   Today, i decided to have a little fun and went in Seoul most popular gay bar. A little rest would be good for me. I went inside and looked around....mostly, there are random dudes, sitting with their partners and drinking alcohol.
   I spotted my old friends from art collage. They're no better than others. criticize others 24\7. People like this makes me sick.
   With fake smile and short talk, i left them back and set on the sofa, that was standing next to the window.

I am not a big "partying" person, but for alcohol, it's worth  to come here.
    I waved at waitress and she immediately came. I looked on her body up and down:
    Not so tall, with a slim figure, defined, tiny waist with a little wide hips.
    Her long, delicate fingers were tightly wrapped around on notepad. Her long, dirty blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. Her features weren't similar to a typical korean girl's. She would be a perfect nature, only for my work...
     Don't give me wrong, I'm not really interested in girls, but somehow, she managed to be interesting, only with looks.
    So, i ordered one cup of brandy and got myself even more comfortable in the seat.

    Seoul never sleeps. Noisy streets, busy with people. This city inspires, but makes me wanna throw up at the same time.

I was so deep in thoughts that i didn't even notice someone's burning gaze.

  I look aside and noticed a young man sitting in front of bar, his back facing the counter. Arms freely swinging on the marble surface, legs crossed, while sitting on the high bar stall.
He looked like my age, or younger. His styling taste was something different:
Long hair, tied in a high man-bun, few strands hanging on his delicate face. His silver piercing were shining, which were almost everywhere.

Round nose, plump lips with a devilish smirk plastered on, and eyes, looking full of lust and desire.

He wore a tight black shirt, with matching leather pants, that were tightly wrapped around his thick thighs. His right arm was covered with tattoos. This scene seemed quite sexy and charming. There was some magnetic thing in this guy.

   He took his beverage, sipping it and walking toward me , without braking an eye contact. Each and every step of him seemed to me that the temperature was rising in room.

   - "i hope that this sit is not reserved for someone else. This couch seems more comfortable than the bar chair"-his deep, soothing voice came out and i felt that it was too much hot in here, but I kept cool and calm.

   Without waiting for my answer, he swiftly sank in the couch.
   I was observing his every detail.
His behavior was so attractive, yet full of impudence.
   I took a sip from my drink and told him unbothered:
-"well, i see, it seems that you are always like this. Asking for no permission"- i tried to sound as sarcastic as possible, but he seemed unbothered and pouted like a small child, waiting for a candy.

- "i hope that for my behavior, I won't receive a punishment."

    Ah, this child, he needs to be taught a good lesson.

   He started to turn his glass, observing the drink, like there can be any poison in it.
His muscular figure seemed even bigger. It seems that he spends most of his time at the gym. Besides that, he had this great taste, when he chose to come in this bar.

   Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, like he was trying to guess something about me.

-"Aren't you the painter, who is on every exhibition, trying really hard to sell his so called " paintings"?"- he asked, while playfully drinking.

Now, i was really concerned and angry. Who does he think he really is?
   Talking about my art, like talking about trash or something? Oh, he is not gonna go that easy.
   I felt humiliated, despite the fact, that as an artist, everybody has a respect towards me, even if they like my paintings or not.

   He started to play a very dangerous game.

   I calmly sipped my beverage and looked right in his eyes.

-"kim taehyung, finished Seoul's art school. And you must be... do you have a name? Or should i call you "mr.rudeness?"-i asked playfully with a small smile.

He chuckled and licked his lips
-"oh no, of course i have one..."

   Time lapse.

    We are standing in front of my apartment's door, desperately trying to find my keys.
   He is standing right behind me, hugging my back and i can feel his hardness poking my ass.
   Well, i can't take anymore too.

-"where the fuck is this thing"- i cursed under my breath and than i finally found it.

  His breath is tickling my neck, his lips leaving trails of wet kisses and quietly grunting:
    ⁃ "hurry, I don't thing  my pants and a little friend can wait any longer."

    I opened the door and we hurriedly rushed inside the apartment.