The boy's skin glistened. He sparkled as though he bathed in glitter. Moved like the angels directed every movement, even when it was just to put his pants on. They were black, ripped, skinny jeans. And they made that thing in Andrei's pants grow. Yoonjae saw it from the corner of his eyes.
It was heavy and you know...big. Yoonjae wanted to close his eyes and turn away, but he couldn't. Not when the man opened a pack of Marlboro Blacks and stuck one in between his lips with a grunt. Only sounds he produced at the big age of twenty-three. His bulge might not even be full yet it was prominent. Yoonjae shut his eyes.
The jeans stuck under his bum. He groaned. "Ugh! I should stop wearing such thick shorts....y-you own the place..." He turned slowly. Andrei's eyes weren't even on him. "You...you own the place...can't you change the heater? It-it's always so cold here... I have to wear fur stuff-"
"No, baby. That's all you right there. Those shorts are thinner than lace. You just have a very good butt."
"That's cute...you say lace like lah-hiss. It's really fancy."
"Thank you. Your ass is fat."
Yoonjae giggled shakily. He tugged the last of the fabric over his hips with a jump and a solemn smile. "You..you're explicit."
"I told you too much, I don't care about my image anymore." The pink-haired laughed again. His nose scrunched and his eyes glowing subtly with affection. "You cared about-nevermind...uhm..you're really handsome.." he swooned softly. As if Andrei could write the world for him for free. Yoonjae picked at his nails, tugging at the delicate skin. A small smile cropped his cheeks. "Do-I can make you dinner? M-maybe?"
Andrei glimpsed at him. "No."
"Oh...sorry, then-"
"No, why would you make me dinner? You're tiny and cute. I provide. Your ankle too. Broken, princess."
He cares....he cares. Finding a person who was nice enough to say that. It'd be like finding a needle in a haystack. Yoonjae didn't have the time. Or energy to go searching. He only tilted his head at the older man. Andrei tapped the cigarette to the side of his black, Armani hoodie. Waiting. Yoonjae whispered, gentle as a baby blanket, "say it nicer, p-please. I like...I want to be asked out sweetly." He forced a pout.
"You're a doll."
"You're not like forty, right, hihi? Stop talking like-like an old man-man who drinks whiskey an-and hits on women younger than them." The pants slid over him with ease. He yanked his long-sleeved down and stared. "It's...handsome, I-i don't mind."
Andrei stared at him. "Okay, Yunya." The man clicked his tongue against his cheek. He glanced around like someone was on their back, slurping in another hefty breath. "Make your standards higher. I'm an asshole."
Confidence.
That was a flag in big red paint. Yet, Yoonjae shook his head like a bimbo.
"Y-you're so attractive, hihi...I think you're sweet and creative. Your sculptures are really good....i seen them from the window of your studio...you can make me very well....its really..." he trailed off.
So handsome.
The boy hummed, almost to himself, "you're.....really attractive. I-I li-liked the videos...I-is that a w-weird t-t-t-thing to say...?" The words couldn't escape faster than his brain made them. Forcing them out with a whip and demands of repentance. They struggled like Yoonjae struggled to enjoy himself. And it didn't stop at struggling. It stopped at failing.
Yoonjae chewed on his bottom lip. He toyed with his fingers, eyes on the bigger blonde man while his head strayed on the videos and the heat in his own cheeks.
Andrei liked it.
Andrei liked a lot.
Yoonjae didn't know how to do that.
That. That. That. ahhhhhh!
"Why didn't you come to the meeting?"
"I-I had t-to go to the library..." Yoonjae looked away for a second, his heart racing. "I can't afford wifi right now and I-i needed to make...worksheets. I don't have a printer either. And I don't want to be fired from my job. You probably don't get it..." Now Andrei, this rich, handsome guy or porn star or something, knew he was poor. If it wasn't evident from his clothes alone.
Goodness. Yoonjae picked at his nails until it stung. He bit back the pain.
"Hm. We're being evicted."
What????
The pink-haired boy faltered. His leg slipped. He stared. "Wh-what d-do y-you mean...? I-it's only th-the f-forth! I-I just-that's illegal." He gawked. No? No. No. No. No! His life depended on that room. Even though it was a shabby, one bedroom with leaky faucets and maybe cockroaches in the winter, he needed it. He couldn't dream of a realistic world without it. Not in Florida or Compton or anything warm. He couldn't live on a beach house or even the two-roomed home in Cali with bullet holes and twenty locks on the doors.
He couldn't dream about a skyscraper or something stupid. This was his home. Nine hundred dollars. A month! With a full, separate room and a kind-of working heater. He....he put his kids drawings on the wall. On the fridge.
His throat closed, heart thudding. He blinked rapidly, as if a star was clouding his vision.
He barely noticed or felt Andrei's hands on his waist. Or the crease between the older man's brows.
"Calm down, sweetheart. You're not going to be left homeless, obviously."
"Are you stupid? Th-that's wh-what evicted m-means! I-I don't h-have eighteen hundred dollars for another apartment!"
Yoonjae shouldn't have said stupid. He didn't mean it. He didn't.
"Yes, I'm stupid, I have a 4.0 and not a 5.0 like my brother but you're not paying for the apartment. I said that some units are being shut down for utility and other problems, right? So you're just being temporarily moved. You don't have to pay for anything, my brother's supplying groceries and clothes for kids too. Kids ages...zero to twenty-one, I think. I'll send him stuff you like, right-"
"What?"
Andrei hummed as though Yoonjae responded with understanding and not the knot between his thinning brows or his mouth spread into an O. He gestured loosely at the younger boy with a free hand. "Yeah. He's super righty-tighty and shit. He even goes to church. You'll get a new apartment for eight months to a year and you'll get groceries supplied depending on your family." He took a breath. "In your case, you'll have to fill out the form my brother worked his ass off on. He's not good at designing things-"
"How much money do you fucking have? Do you know-you're rich and stupid." Yoonjae's eyes stung, welded with tears. The rich. They love to stomp on the poor and pretend they're helping. Rubbing it in their faces...the pink-haired boy sniffled.
Andrei stopped. His mouth fell slowly, his fingers slipping from the cigarette. "What? That's out of pocket," he laughed shortly. Yoonjae didn't.
"Don't lie to me. That's ridiculous. Who the fuck would do that? And why are you wearing that? Don't you know how real people live?"
The Russian stepped back. He opened his mouth and snatched the cigarette from where it had failed to stay up. His heavy boots clamped and clambered against Yoonjae's ears. Heavy, heavy, heavy. Yoonjae's lip quivered. "I'm-I'm sorry...y-you're not stupid-"
"I am, Yunya, don't worry." Andrei just giggled. Like it didn't matter. Or maybe...maybe he wanted Yoonjae too much to even care.
Whatever it was, he clearly swallowed it up with ease. Instead of running like he'd seemed to be doing, he just moved closer with his fists in his hoodie pocket. The cigarette butt was in there too, out. "It's not a scam or something. No prostitution or drug deals or anything at the new place, or this one for that matter. My brother just wants to repent. And your insults don't hurt me, so say what you want."
"What if...hm....what if they do hurt you?" Yoonjae hummed. The stillness was all of the support he could get.
"Then I'll tell you that they hurt me. I can fight though so."
"You'd...fight me..?"
Andrei gasped dramatically, a soft smile coming about. "No! I thought you meant the drug dealers."
Yoonjae smiled. Andrei did too. He grinned, actually.
Some of his teeth have gemstones. Other ones are straight and white and neat. They're probably veneers. But they're still cute.
The pink-haired cooed. He blinked a few times and sighed. "Will it be nice? Similar to this? The new place? And...we're not moving in together, right?" He bit his lip. Andrei shook his head. "Of course not. That'd be irresponsible. There's a family of six on the ninth floor. Uh, I'd say the apartments over there are pretty good. My brother says it's his fault some of the utilities are down and he doesn't want to ruin anybody's life so, there will be twelve personal chauffeurs for free."
"Oh, wow. You..your brother seems nice."
"Sure."
"Hihi, I guess. Or maybe he just likes to spend a lot of money?"
"It's probably that. Anyway, just don't worry about any of the things or whatever. My bro feels bad so whatever you could have an external problem with is over. Our room numbers didn't change, just the floor and names. We're still right next to each other. I'll help you move in since my brother won't be getting back for like two weeks or something."
"Okay.."