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junkyu has not ever regarded himself as a lucky person. he never won the lottery (he just tried once when he turned 18), never won in giveaways or raffles in the office or even when he was still a student. but never in his lifetime did he think of getting into this very unfortunate situation ㅡ getting stuck at his ex's fiancé's bachelor party. fucking bachelor party. well fuck him and his luck.
if anyone's wondering how he ended up in this situation, it was not really a dramatic reason. his ex, hyunsuk is getting married to his friend, jihoon. weird, unethical or whatsoever but it really is fine with junkyu. he was in a very casual relationship with hyunsuk, they were together for a few months and decided it won't really work out between them, so they broke it off casually; just like that. then a year after, he met hyunsuk again but this time, as jihoon's boyfriend. jihoon is a close friend of him (note at close because they are almost bffs except junkyu hates that immature term) and there really wasn't any feelings left so jihoon being with his ex is not much of a big deal. ㅡ except it is. well, they are getting married. marriage is a big deal!
so here's junkyu at a local club, throwing jihoon a bachelor party. and it is a horrible party. if their situation is fine with the three of them, it is not for their other friends acquaintances. they keep on making it a big deal so sometimes it gets really awkward between him and jihoon.
so clearly, junkyu does not want to be here. don't get him wrong, he loves jihoon! he really does. damn he even chose this bar as the party's venue. but you see, junkyu hates people much more these strangers throwing weird glances and fake laughs at him. so he has to run. this huge vip room is suffocating him.
while everyone's busy dancing and chatting with each other, junkyu glances at jihoon who is close to passing out due to insane amount of alcohol he has drunk. ji is beside their other friend mashiho so junkyu knows he's going to be safe no matter what. and so it is a great chance to escape this horrible party.
junkyu successfully went out of their room and was welcomed by the overwhelming club music. he glaces down at the dance floor and sees the pool of people grossly grinding their bodies with each other. he decided to go sit at one of the seats infront of the bartender. he needed booze to clear (ironic!) his mind and probably forget about what shitty day it is.
"hey, so uhm can you get me the strongest booze you have here?" he asks the hot bartender.
"you wouldn't want that, i'm telling you." someone said from behind. junkyu looks at the stranger who just took the seat beside him. junkyu eyes him from head to toe then went back at his annoying pretty face. well not pretty, handsome. annoyingly handsome. the stranger cocked his head and flashes an infuriating smirk (except junkyu wasnt infuriated but well..).
junkyu raises his eyebrow at him and says, "and you know that because?"
"do you wanna wake up tomorrow with a banging hangover and an extreme stomachache you'd wish someone would just stab you to make the pain go away? if you do, then go on." the stranger leans his left arm on the counter while facing junkyu. well he's hot!hot like dangerous kind of hot. junkyu just noticed that the stranger is wearing a suit and tie. a fucking suit and tie in a club?
"i wouldn't even want to wake up tomorrow." junkyu's again reminded of his stupid ugly day.
"woah woah woah! heartbreak? tell me, stranger." the guy says as he asked the bartender for two drinks that junkyu missed the name, not because he was busy studying the stranger's face structure. definitely not!
"why are wearing tux in this place? are some kind of a mafia guy?" junkyu asks which made the stranger chuckled.
"sorry to disappoint you but i'm not. i'm just a regular boring office guy who was dragged in here by his bosses and co-workers." the stranger rolls his eye in frustration and slightly loosened up his necktie which did something to junkyu. something.
"you don't look … well, boring." junkyu muttered before gulping the drink in one go. he winces at the sharp kick the drink made in his throat. well, that was crazily strong.
"oh you bet i am. i work in accounting."
"damn. you really are boring." junkyu asks for another shot.
"i am yoshi, by the way." the stranger said and offers his hand for a handshake. a handshake, really? who even does that these days? right, yoshi is a boring office guy.
junkyu did not accept the hand but nods at yoshi instead. "i'm junkyu."
the music changed into something pop-y which made the crowd even louder and wilder than they were.
"so, i assume you were also dragged here. hmm friends? or evil coworkers?" yoshi leans closer to him because it was getting harder to talk due to the loud music and crowd.
"uh yeah. my friends. we're having this stupid party for my groom-to-be friend." yoshi squints his eye on him. he feels like there's something more to what he is saying.
"...who also happens to be the fiancé of my ex-boyfriend." junkyu gulps down another shot which was mirrored by the stranger sitting next to him.
"damn that's a lot."
junkyu pops his lips. "bite me."
"you just beat my annoying boss case. yours is the real shit, okay."
junkyu chuckled. cute. okay. really cute!
he was about to have another shot but yoshi stopped him. "so, wanna ditch?"
"oh god, i was afraid you'd never ask." junkyu smiled. probably the first tonight.
yoshi and junkyu giggled their way out of the club. they did not even notice that they hands are tightly clasp with each other.
"do you have a car?" junkyu asks.
"do you want me to commit dui?" the other said with a sarcastically shocked look on his face.
"i just asked if you have one. you keep on answering my questions with another one. stop that." the taller rolls his eyes but proceeded to flash a shy smile he had been hiding since the moment they met.
"well i do. but neither of us are able to drive so we're walking. put those sexy long legs of yours to work." damn did yoshi just call him sexy?
"you think i'm sexy?"
"i said your legs are. those jeans are hugging them in the right way especially that.." yoshi stopped himself and just looked away from the other.
"that what? my what?" junkyu squints his eyes and mocked yoshi. my ass ㅡ of course junkyu knows that he was referring to his ass. his sexy ass.
yoshi just chuckled at the other's playful mocking. the two do not have a destination so they just decided to do whatever they want to do for tonight. no limits. no inhibitions. just them.
and that's how junkyu ended up in a tattoo shop with yoshi. just like what they've been saying for the night, yoshi's life has indeed been boring and dull. he doesn't have anything besides his work and so he decided to go against his routine for tonight and have something tattooed on his body.
"so why sunset?" yoshi decided to have the word sunset tattooed on his left chest, near his collarbone. which is extremely hot if you ask junkyu.
"because sunset reminds me of myself. sunset means the day has ended so my work is done. and i'm going home and i have nothing else to think about but myself. it's like a me time. i know, sounds boring and cringe-y." no it wasn't. if anything, junkyu finds it beautiful. sunset may mean the end of the day for other people but for yoshi, it's the beginning of his day.
"i want one too." junkyu said which made yoshi feel a mix of excitement and astonishment.
"are you sure? i mean you don't have to this, you know that right?" having something inked to your body is permanent and it is a big deal.
"yes. i want to do this with you. no limits, remember?"
and so junkyu sat beside yoshi to get his tattoo next. he asked yoshi what kind of tattoo suits him and they both decided on the word sunrise because according to yoshi, junkyu is like the sunrise ㅡ bright, fresh, something new. a breath of fresh air to yoshi. sunrise that tells you it is a new day. a new adventure.
as they get their tattoos, they talked about themselves and the random things that interest each other. it's weird how they both feel comfortable with each other knowing that it is the first time they met. it feels light. no pressure, no limits, just them. ㅡ and the pain of getting inked.
an hour passed and they're done with the tattoos which yoshi paid for. (insists that it is his thing so he should be the one to pay for both.)
they arrived at a small bridge which has an overlooking view of the city. no one talks but it was a comfortable silence. ㅡ until yoshi hears the little sobs coming from the man beside him. he panicked.
"hey, you alright? is it the tattoo? are you regretting it? it's the tattoo ain't it?" yoshi panics, he doesn't know whether to pat junkyu's back or just keep his hands to himself.
"sorry. no it's not. the tattoo is cool. it's beautiful. i like it." junkyu smiled but there were tears pooling in his eyes, begging to be set free.
"do you wanna talk about it? i'm a pretty good listener. but definitely not good with advices, i'm sorry. i can give hugs too, but they're terrible." junkyu laughs as he wipes the tears away from his cheeks. he looks at yoshi and damn, those eyes did something to yoshi's stomach. his chest felt itchy, he think he just stopped breathing for a second.
junkyu then hugged yoshi and it was warm and comfortable. it was like yoshi's arms were a sanctuary ㅡ junkyu felt peaceful.
"do you wanna marry me?" words slipped out of junkyu's mouth and he doesn't know why. he can't even take them back because suddenly his mouth is incapable of doing anything after saying those words. fuck is it the alcohol? the tattoo? the hug? damn what the hell just happened?
"sure." yoshi nonchalantly said which made junkyu shocked. he immediately pulled out of the hug and looked at yoshi's face to see if he's joking but there was no hint of it in the latter's face. yoshi perked his eyebrows, asking junkyu to speak up.
the taller chuckled. this is unbelievable. "are we seriously getting married?"
"do you want to? no limits, remember?" yoshi's radical self has definitely gone away. he is about to do the most impulsive (maybe stupid, definitely stupid) decision in his life.
"no limits." junkyu smiled. fuck life. i'm marrying this stranger.
"let's go. i have a lawyer friend who can officiate."
junkyu is everything but impulsive. he likes everything planned ahead of time. but tonight, he managed to recklessly ran away with someone he just met, impulsively got a tattoo, and now, he's about to marry a literal stranger. he might regret this in the morning, or maybe for the rest of his life. but none of that matters right now. it's only him and yoshi, no limits.