Bangtan A.R.M.Y Brat

It was early Sunday morning. Byung Hee had been up all night staring off at the ceiling. 

He'd done a show with his band Eye Candy the night before but had been feeling out of sorts, like something was missing, something he desperately needed. He was still dressed from last night. 

Disheveled, he glid across the floor towards the front door like a vampire. Catching his reflection in the mirror, he twisted his neck in impossible angels to make sure his smoky eyeliner was still just right. 

Yep, he was still perfectly free-spirited. Even he was not a man without vanity. Satisfied, he continued out the door.

Upon his doorstep he stopped and quickly shielded his eyes from the sun with his long arm. It was bright outside or at least far brighter than his apartment which he kept dark and mysterious, much like himself. Just one of many things he experimented with to "keep the artistry flowing," or so he would tell anyone who would listen.

In a big gesture, he used his hands to scoop up the fresh air into this lungs as he inhaled the aromas of nature into himself.

Followed by a satisfying exhale, he continued to the pay phone at the next corner. Joo Byung Hee didn't own a phone, not even a cell phone. He always preferred personal contact - phones were so impersonal to him. He didn't however, mind using one to beckon you to scratch when one of his artistic whims became an itch.

His long, thin, gilded fingers wrapped around the handle, lifted it and pressed it to his ear. He held it there for a moment pressed between his razor-like jaw and shoulder as he summoned the concentration needed to remember your phone number simultaneously rifling through his pockets for loose change. He always liked the sound the coins made as they disappeared into the pay phone slot. Little things like this always captivated him.

You picked up, "Hello?" 

"Mmm..." he was pleased at the sound of your voice.

You didn't recognize the number so it could only be, "Byung Hee?" you ventured.

"Yes,” he cleared his throat. “Come. Now," he uttered sternly. 

"Where?"

"My magic castle," and he abruptly hung up.

You wondered what he wanted this time and prepped yourself to head over to his place.

A chuckle overtook his body at the thought of what he had planned for you and the simple knowledge that he had you wrapped around his finger.

He spun around excitedly as he exited the phone booth headed into the convenience store. Just as he entered, a familiar female fan from his school handed him a box of Pepero. Feeding him was her joy.

He leaned in with a serious look on his face like she had offended him but also in such a way that she though he might sweep her off her feet with a kiss. Part of the intrigue about him is the unpredictability of his actions. 

Softly he said, “Provider of Snacks,” not caring to remember her name, “Did I thank you?”

“N-no,” she stammered. 

Grabbing her by the shoulders and leaning in a bit closer, his lips and nose grazing her cheek, he whispered in her ear, “I will” and proceeded to turn around and walk out with his prize.

The girl’s knees literally buckled under her as she gasped for breath.

Halfway home he stopped and sat on a wall, long legs spread wide. He amused himself with the chocolate sticks, first drumming out a beat in his head on his svelte thigh and then licking the melting chocolate from his fingers. There he was, 17, playing with his food like a child. When he finished the box he’d figured enough time had passed that you were likely on your way now.

Back at his apartment he opened the blinds just enough that a little sunlight peeked through, illuminating him as he sat there meditating.

A while later you arrived at this door. You knocked. No answer. You Knocked again and nothing. You reached in your pocket to grab your phone but then remembered Byung Hee doesn’t own a phone. You decided to try your luck and the door was unlocked. You couldn’t see much as your eyes adjusted to the dark but you made your way to the bedroom.

“Byung-” you started.

He shushed you.

You quietly set down your things as he continued his meditation.

After a while his eyes rolled open, a beam of sunshine illuminating his sepia orbs which were thick with focus. 

For a moment you were lost in his immense beauty. Seeing you stunned like a deer in the headlights he got up and stood before you. Towering over you, the top of your head just meeting the underside of his chin, tantalizing words fell from his lips, “Today, you're my doll,” he said as a sly grin crossed his face and he began to slide the blouse from your goose bump covered shoulders.