The Free Spirit

Taehyung rolled his eyes hard before shaking his head before settling him  his seat. “You know I don’t  Disney. I don’t watch tv” He spoke softly, grabbing a bottle of water. “I forget people pay you to do this. Well i guess you do bring the part every were you go”

He was not faded that the other wasn’t patient, drinking his water as he looked out the window.  He smiled a bit and sighed. “Oh im sorry i asked” He groaned and leaned back. “”I know you wouldn’t drag me along to disappoint me~”

Qiu groaned out loud, the mere words that were coming out of V made it look as though it had pained the blond in so many ways. “V! You are definitely not living yet my man!” He said, patting the other’s back rather hard without noticing it so.

“What can I say? I’m too good at what I do that I end up getting money even in pleasure.” He grins in both satisfaction and pride.

“What’re ya sorry for V? Come on man, we don’t say sorry for shit.” He retorted back as he stuffed a couple of chocolate bars in his mouth. He needed to refill some energy in him and what better way to do so than, with chocolate?

“Are we there yet?” Qiu asked again

Only to be retorted once again with a ‘Not yet sir.’

“God! You hit like a fucking girl!” He retorted back to the other before he moved quick on his feet, ready to retaliate as he close his hands into a fist and aimed it directly at Jiyong’s stomach.

This abnormal excitement, which always seizes him when a fight ensues and can be mistaken for bedazzling mania, ousted the acerbic choler Qiu was inflaming with his puerile remarks and his overall presence. As much as he hates to admit that, it may be the only thing the other is good at — raising hell. And although the man repels him like nobody else, Jiyong does enjoy treating him like a punching bag, but the damage isn’t ever one-sided.

He bursts with hoarse laughter upon witnessing the impact of his punch, yet that still isn’t enough to thoroughly please him. He should be more precise with the next one. Some of the casual bar visitors, who probably intended to spend the night more tranquilly, soon join Qiu’s coterie in cheering and amplifying the fiery atmosphere. But it doesn’t take long for Jiyong to utterly block out their existence and target each piece of his attention at the opponent in front of him.

He relishes in the sight of seeing Jiyong eating dirt on the floor after being knocked down.

“Is that the best insult you got--” He couldn’t fully finish his sentence when Jiyong had hit his ribs--it hurt like a bitch. It felt as though that the air had been sucked out from Qiu’s lungs in that moment. His eyes widened and he pulled himself together, not wanting to let the other get the upper hand.

‘I’m going to teach this trash a lesson he’ll never forget’ He mused internally before, quickly standing down on his ground, trying not to waver down to the ground. He gritted his teeth, tightening his fist as he aimed to throw hook at the other’s jaw, then quickly grabbing a hold of Jiyong’s shoulders as he pulled the other male to him.

Juhyun focused intensely at the preacher’s sermon. she didn’t move since sitting down. Honestly it was a privilege to be sitting in the 3rd pew of the congregation. 1st pew was off limits to everyone but speakers and special guest. 2nd pew was for church officials family no matter how they got there Sister Mari for example BUT that was a story for another time. Juhyun had a more restless worry next to her.  “You better not die before saying a prayer,” Juhyun replied in a low voice slightly turning her head to him, “Why didn’t you go before!?” She wanted to question why he was even there but she could answer that herself. Qui’s uncle had begged her to take him to church “to give him help for his problem”. Juhyun refused it sounded shady from the jump but once money was involved she said yes. $1,000 a week to make sure his nephew attended church in the hope something would click. He may have looked like a man but Qui was still a kid in many ways.  “Let’s go,” she replied as she swiftly moved and dragged him along to the bathroom much to the ire of the members of the congregation. Of course Sister Mari saw. giving them that look. Juhyun didn’t even entertain her with any reaction. Once the bathrooms came into view she let go of his hand, “Ok you have 2 minutes.”

The moment Juhyun had agreed to request, Qiu swore that he could hear angels singing in the background. Finally! Something he could do aside from sitting down and listening from a sermon. His smile went from ear to ear, almost like a cheshire cat yet---

It quickly faded when the other had replied to him with a ‘Let’s go,’ accompanied by her grabbing a hold of his hand and coming along with him to the bathroom.

‘No. no, no no!’ Qiu thought internally as the look of panic was so evident in his face. He hadn’t even taken notice of the glares and obvious grumbles of irritation from the other church members as the blond was way too caught up in his own dilemma...

How was he supposed to play mobile Tekken now if Juhyun was with him?!

“Juhyun noona, I can go on my own!” Qiu grumbled as they arrived at the bathroom. He pouted, looking at her defiantly. He so did not need a baby sitter just so he could go!

What makes Qiu even more revolting is the fact that one look at him reminds Jiyong the man also contributed to his insalubrious abomination towards his own father. If that greedy jerk wasn’t snatching every case gliding by, today he wouldn’t have to waste his precious time and nerves on this despicable lowlife. Life path would be strewn with flower if these two miscreants were biting the dust now. Each encounter with the younger only confirms his conviction that he may be on the right way to send at least one of them to the grave. But not so quickly.

He tiredly rolls his eyes at the sham he carries on, not bothering to pour another gallon of fuel to the male’s contemptible comedy by picking holes in the worthless gibberish he spits, yet he gets offended nonetheless. Otherwise he wouldn’t end up fiercely grabbing a hold of his shirt. Nothing good can come out of it and after all the affronts Qiu has been throwing around frivolously he should’ve restrained himself.

“Present yourself as the sufferer while you still can.” His hushed voice is tight with rage and he sees something eerily satisfying in the change of his expression. “Stop barking already.” Jiyong can’t help but fleer into and momentarily turn a deaf ear before he feels abrupt pain just below his stomach. As he unsteadily steps back, slightly bent over, he muffles a grunt.

“It was closer to harassment than self-defence, anyone can tell.” Straightening up as he jeers, his pupils blaze with furious frenzy. Shifting forward, he forcefully brings his fist to Qiu’s face, feeling his knuckles collide with his cheekbone. How pleasing. “I hope you taste your odious blood, you bastard.”

He was shouting for help from the security of the club, but he of course couldn’t conceal the rush of adrenaline and fire in his eyes as he knew a fight was about to break out. He relished in the moment of Jiyong bowing down and in pain.

Oh, how Qiu loved the image of him in pain. There was nothing more satisfying than, seeing this man get what he deserves.

But of course, before the blond could even enjoy his seconds of victory for a moment longer; it seems that Jiyong was quick to recover. He had seen the other move, but was not fast enough to deflect the punch aimed towards him. He was able to move a second away from getting the full blown effect of the other’s fist.

Qiu flied off to the side, thankfully landing on one of his friends before they themselves scurried off in fear... Other running in glee whilst screaming ‘Fight! Fight!’

Qiu laughed.

He rolled his eyes in the comments, snorting before climbing into the limo at force. Falling to the other end he groaned , sitting himself straight. “Making people wait is rude…but that is so you” He shook his head with a smile and sighed, sitting back as he tried not to let sleepiness take him over.

Looking over at the other male, he tilted his head. How bi is it going to be? I mean i know where getting rooms and stuff but is there a buffet? is there a pool?”

“The king is never later, everyone is simply early.” He tells the other with his head held up high. Watching too many Disney movies may have inflated his ego in the wrong way once again. “Besides, the only reason this party is happening is because of me anyways. Most of the sponsors they contacted was from me, so it ain’t happening without me.” Qiu spoke in a pace much too fast as though he himself was in a hurry.

“Jeeves, are we there yet?” Qiu quickly diverts his attention to the driver.

‘not yet sir,’ his driver answers.

Qiu pouts, obviously impatient even though they’ve only left V’s  house for more than, 10 minutes.

“Anyways, what did you say?” He asks, searching around the limo for any traces of food that he may have left for their trip. “Buffet? Pool?” At those words Qiu laughed.

He laid a hand on V’s shoulder, pulling the other close. “Oh my dear V, what do you take me for?” He inquires smugly. “Buffet yes, bar yes, pool yes, Jacuzzi in a pool? Yes. Buffet at the center of the Jacuzzi? Abso-fucking-lutely!” Qiu tells the other, almost shouting his words out.

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His face flushed red; it always did when other’s actually checked him out. He was always so worried about how he looked because before, he could’t dress himself. He couldn’t. It just wasn’t a think. Now, he even had his own makeup for “special” occasion.. The Mysterious look was accident really. How can you go wrong with black?

He rolled his eyes more at the sound of of shopping. OF COURSE he wanted to shop. he should have known that packing truly wasn’t necessary because he was going to end up with more clothes. he should have known. “Are we shopping close to the dock at least? You shop for hours~” he teased, putting on some lip balm

His eyes widen as he was suddenly dragged away, quickly grabbing his pone and keys. “Hey I can walk! you don’t need to drag!!” his cheeks turning more red at the compliment but smiled happily 

“I think so?” Qiu replied back happily as he had dragged V with him and told their chauffeur to get his friend’s things and put into the trunk. “I’m only going shopping for like a couple of clothes you know? Then, it’s naked for the rest of the days.” He grins at the other.

“But then again, the shop I like is in the other side of the city.” He hums, trying to calculate whether they’ll make it or  not.

All The could do was rolled his eyes at his friend, in the mist of changing as he let the other pack his clothes . To say he was excited was the wrong choice of words; after all the host of the party only invited him so he could tend the bar during late hours. He only said yes tho be a use Qiu was going. He no other reason to go because he knew was going to drag him anyways. Leather ripped pants, tank and black blazer was his look for the moment as he ran a hand through his hair.

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“You’re acting like they’re boarding in 10 minutes” he said as he helped him clothes the suitcase. His cheeks flushed brightly, biting his lip. “W-what are you even saying..I’m Not wearing a bikini!! And partly Going to work so I will only being swing drunk girls for the most part”

He put on his earnings as he looked at his schedule on the calender. There was a lot to be done after this trip, tattoo plans, another peircing, a d then another photo shoot along all his regular job. At least the next semester didn’t start for a while

“Hm, nice nice.” Qiu says as he eyes his friend from top to bottom. “Going for the suave mysterious look I see.” He nods in understanding. Qiu on the other hand was going for the laid-back and with a mysterious side look.

The blond looked at his friend flabbergasted. “We obviously gotta go shopping and drinking first before boarding of course!” He tells V. “What do you take me for? An early bird?” He laughs.

In Jiyong’s view Qiu becomes more and more unedifying with every passing second, with each groan-inducing observation rolling off his filthy tongue. On the inside he’s boiling and at this very point he’s just too blinded by raging hatred for the male to care about keeping his constantly increasing vexation completely low-keyed. His nostril begin to slightly flare, but — no matter how tempting the idea is — he isn’t going to give that scumbag a black eye yet.

The shrill cacophony of amusement coming from his equally galling coterie resounds robustly in the bar, his face contorts in a wince. “Your hand seems pretty trained,” he eventually speaks up and puts on a cynical simper, allusively arching his eyebrow at Qiu before his another demonstration of loathsome clownishness slowly crosses the line for him. Hardly masking his abhorrence caused by the younger’s assertions about rape he tosses around oh-so loosely, Jiyong waits it out silently and then has a brief look around the bar, taking a decisive step towards Qiu once he’s hopefully done.

“There’s a huge issue with you if this is the only thing you can associate gay men with… Or it’s some wicked fantasy of yours?” his voice is close to a whisper but possibly still audible for his little clique; he scornfully sneers. “Sorry, I have higher standards. And morals,” saying further, shortly he balls his hands into fists. “Get the fuck out of my sight now unless you want to be picking up your teeth from the ground.”

There was a shiver of excitement when he sees Jiyong just that close to becoming a raging fury of a monster. He lives for moments like this, he relishes in the fact that he can rile this person up like this. Jiyong is the type of trash that should be put in his place and be stomped on. He will never forgive this guy, never forgive his entire family. Qiu is going to make Jiyong wish he was never born.

“Hold it there asshole,” He laughs at Jiyong’s accusations. “Don’t let my good fingering skills be mistaken for holding dicks.” He fakes a gag. “God, you guys see that? Fucking faggot wants to violate me.” He shivers and when he feels Jiyong’s hands on his shirt, the other oh-so close to him; Qiu halts for a moment, looking the other right in his eye.

He looks at Jiyong with defiance in his eyes, a look of pure ire seated deep within his irises. Qiu says internally ‘How dare this fucker lay his hands on me?’

“Quid pro quo shitface, which one of us really has that fantasy?” He smirks, not backing down from the other. “Oh, you do? Didn’t think people like you actually had morals.” He replies back, inching his face closer to Jiyong... And in that moment, Qiu adjusts his legs and points his knee directly at Jiyong’s crotch; not letting the other get the first shot.

As soon as he delivered the blow, Qiu quickly pushes the other away from him. “Get your filthy hands off of me faggot! Fucking molester!”

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A highway, full of fast cars. The fastest made there, in South Korea. At least, that is what Baekhyun would like to believe. His fascination with cold steel and pretty metallic colours dates back to high school. He would have never gotten into it, if it were not for a close friend at that time. The friend was drawn to art, and Baekhyun was drawn to his knowledge about the four-wheeled inventions. They used to spend hours talking about cars, about details. And Baekhyun spent days sketching a car, its inside, its chairs, wheels, steering wheel and whatnot. It was an on-going project, they spent a lot of time together plotting the next painting. He even helped his friend get high grades when it came to drawing. It was all rewarding in the end, Baekhyun learnt a lot about things he never knew before, and his friend learnt a lot about colours, art and culture. It have been years now, and Baekhyun has lost contact with his friend once high school was over.

Going to car exhibitions always reminded him of the old days. He can still recall details, but some are blurry. If he could get into this again, he would. But now his life is surrounded by another type of art. It was the reason why he was called there, to take pictures. His ulterior motive though was to collect data, details about cars and start drawing again. Nevertheless, he went there confident, dressed appropriately. He liked looking good when going at such events. A suit always looks attractive next to a beautiful car. And they had the best ones there. Baekhyun never saw such greatness, such variety. They were not playing around. From bright, to dark colours. They had everything, exposed.

And for once, he had been thankful that this show was in Korea. He didn’t think he had the energy as of now to go to another country if he were to be invited y one of his clients. 

In his hand, he held a cocktail as he waltzed around with a few companions. Admiring both the cars and the show girls. No event would be complete anyways if you didn’t ave half naked beauties walking around posing sexily beside such beautiful luxury cars.

It is as Qiu says, one of the many pleasures in life.

After countless hours of people talking to him, trying to expand their networks; the blond finds is way back to  his own vehicle. A 1981 Lamborghini Countach, a rare green coloured specimen that a lot of people would say ‘is to die for’. 

It looks relatively divine in Qiu’s opinion, yet at the same time he doesn’t have much of an amor towards it.

It’s beautiful and fast yes, but the main reason he had was because it reminded him of someone.

‘Heh, if only that green loving Baek could see this beauty.’ he muses internally as he catches one of the photographers eyeing his car.