The doors spread swiftly but Yoonjae's eyes were locked on Andrei like someone broke the key. His heart beat against his small stature. What? The remark didn't touch the pit it should've. Yoonjae had only giggled when he first heard it. What did that mean? A man like Andrei 'Smirnov'-god, straightest name ever-watches gay porn? And thinks Yoonjae is genuinely pretty? Hihi, Yoonjae will die of laughter.
"You think I can be a porn star?" Yoonjae flushed.
"Yeah. But I wouldn't say do it, solnyshko.." His voice soft and gentle, like he didn't just say what he did when he did. Yoonjae tackled his lip with those awkward bunny teeth. Before a word escaped, Andrei's delicious eyes trailed him. Yummy and observant. The corner of his lips twitched and he looked away. "My ex boyfriend used to be a porn star. He was tiny and fit." The man motioned with his fingers, though his eyes were still strapped on Yoonjae like glue. And not the washable kind!
The bigger man cleared his throat. "His hair was pretty and his thighs were almost as big as yours. They were more fat than muscle but, you know. I wouldn't say that to him."
Yoonjae froze. The words settled on top of him like a thick swallow of that mysterious white liquid.
"Wh-what?"
"My ex was a porn star. He made four thousand a week working for me-"
He.
Boyfriend?
Ex????
Who would ever break up with Andrei Smirnov? The tall guy with abs, tattoos, and the scent of rain and earth? The guy who had delicate hands. The guy with blonde hair and blue eyes and a voice like gravel?? Yoonjae fell against the wall purposefully. He coughed hard enough to form blood. Let the cold of the metal burn his warmth.
"What do you mean, hihi?" He forced a laugh that came out as stupid. He was stupid.
Andrei stared at him. What could Yoonjae say? Goodness! Andrei probably thought he was slow.
"...uh? Am I supposed to say something else?" Andrei snatched the lollipop out of his mouth. A string of saliva followed and Yoonjae looked anywhere but his pink, Cupids bow lips. "I guess we were together for a few months. He only wanted sex, I wanted dinner so we split peacefully."
Yoonjae peeled his fingernails. Does that mean...all of this time, Andrei Smirnov-a big, burly guy with sharp eyes and abs(it has to be repeated)-was flirting with Yoonjae? Of all people? Of all men? Yoonjae swallowed. His lower back hit the wall.
"I admire your confidence." Yoonjae whispered breathlessly.
"I admire your ability to lie to yourself, sweetheart." Andrei puffed as though he had one in his mouth right now. The blonde cocked his glowing head. So angelic. "Should we go now?" What? Why? Yoonjae stepped forward fast, he can't let him go. He might actually have a chance.
But who would want a preschool teacher? Who would want one while they own a building?
"I-I'm not homophobic, you know-know..."
"Sure seems like it. 'That's gay,' to being called beautiful? Oh, suck my dick." Yoonjae chewed on the tip of his finger to get rid of that growing ache in his stomach. Andrei rolled his eyes. "My brother would've said something like that if he was ten years old."
"I'm sorry."
The Russian only shook his head. The lollipop's bulb was tiny now. The spark of his eyes dimmed. "Don't worry. I have to do something now, you have to come too because it involves our floor." He glanced away with a grunt. He is so masculine. How can Yoonjae tell him to go?
Yoonjae's throat bobbed. He reached a shaky hand out, massaging the man's abs. More like fondling, hihi. "Okay...I'm b-bisexual, y-you know." It came out almost like an afterthought. As if he hasn't been out for three years.
Andrei looked him up and down. He huffed a laugh. Rightfully so. Yoonjae is a mess. "Right, princess. And I'm the mafia." Okay. So another two things that made Yoonjae twitch.
The way he said 'princess' with that voice that twirls in your gut like a well. And the deeper his voice got at the 'mafia' part. They swirled around in Yoonjae's head thickly, like a paste. The young boy swallowed. "Can...can I have y-your number?"
"Why?"
"Y..I like talking to you."
"That's gay, no?"
"I'm gay...I mean, I date girls more than boys...growing up...ah, nevermind....We...we should go, right?" Yoonjae swallowed his own words. How-what could he say when Andrei stared at him like he was undressing him and judging him at the same time.
"I'm not your keeper," Andrei whispered, voice laced and slow. His foot stepped between the door and the building, but he paused, glancing back. "I'll tell you later, mhm? Meet you at the gym around four, princess." He walked away, out into the light of the room. Golden and sparkly. The building is so old, some lights don't work but his hair is so shiny. Yoonjae gulped. He limped afterward. What the bacon was that? And why does Yoonjae itch? Yoonjae scratched his head.
Goodness! He's not even straight.
Andrei was gay. He liked men. Wait.
Porn? Porn?!
Yoonjae pulled his phone from his back pocket. He batted his lashes toward it. The phone was yellow and old and cracked in four parts but Yoonjae didn't mind. He stretched through the brightly-lit lobby with a frown and a limp. The cast squeezed his ankle. He hated it. He couldn't fight it, so, he scrolled down on his phone. Google. Chrome. Incognito mode.
Gay porn....
Yoonjae yelped. What in the world is that. Why. Oh my goodness, why? Yoonjae screamed again. Andrei's voice filtered through his Five-Below earphones, loud and heavy.
'Like that, you're so perfect.'
'That's good.'
'Yeah, my little prince, yeah.'
Yoonjae screeched internally. His knees felt weak. Why was that hair-purple, iridescent mulberry-bobbing. And why...why was Andrei's tattooed fingers, ink on his knuckles, 'y.o.l.o', holding him down and whispering about how good it is?
Yoonjae's stomach twisted. He'd never seen anything like this before. Okay, maybe once or twice a few years ago or at the strip club. It just....THREE DAYS AGO?