Do it for the thrill of the rush
He opens the fridge and stares at it. He does not know what to eat. He closes the fridge but then decides he wants to only drink water. He tries to open the fridge again but it’s not that easy as he just closed the fridge. He groans in frustration and goes to grab a bag of chips. He then goes to the wine cellar and grabs a bottle. Those moments happens a lot this time of the night.
The image he is showing may not be the most interesting but it was still amusing. Everyone by now must have noticed he is damn lazy and mumbles every time he needs to climb up the stairs or to stand up from the couch to grab the remote control. But when he was alone, he is easily bored, and when that happens he usually enter his own little world and does strange things to amuse himself, and eventually the ones who stop to look and wonder what the hell he is doing. Putting weird stuff on the microwave, draw animals in the plates of the dining room, talk with others like he was talking to llamas, lock himself in the attic and try to find another way to get out of there, make himself a disgusting cocktail and stay in front of the fan for five minutes, draw smiley faces in one of the cameras in the living room (he was pretty sure it was still there, he did it yesterday).
It was so much funnier when there was company. He wasn’t really going to drink the wine – he wanted to paint the sheep plush he bought and let it on the library to decorate the study desks. But then he heard steps coming closer and scooted closer to the door to see who else was awake on this time of the night. That hot but cold bitch that resided two doors away of his suite. Sunggyu doesn’t remember her name right now, but her face wasn’t something to forget. And from the light that subtly escaped, he can notice the cherry tint on her cheeks and drowsy steps. Perfect.
Taking one last look to the wine bottle he was still holding, Sunggyu exits the kitchen and starts to walk towards her with a smile on his face. He likes company. “Good evening! Did you just arrive? You look, hmm… rosy, tonight.” He smiles teasingly, purposely and subtly shaking the hand holding the beverage in front of her while he talks. “Well, you see, I heard someone coming and wanted to invite the person to drink with me but seems like you had started it without me.” With one swift movement, he put the bag of ships under his arm and tries to open the bottle, but stops as soon as he feels the bottle stopper’s pressure on his hand, warning him it’s soon to pop. Sunggyu raises his eyes to look at her, keeping a poker face, and then hands the bottle for her. “That was the oldest wine I found. Those weren’t made for one alone to enjoy. If you open it, then you’re worthy of this one. Go on, try.”
