Nightcrawler’s Fluke

author's note: inspired by Marcy Playground's Sex and Candy

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2010's glow has gotten everyone excited, but for Hyunjoong, he was just happy to have had some time off. He was after all in Macau for some prior engagements for New Year's eve. The bed was overly inviting when he arrived at the hotel that evening, but he was not ready to close his tired eyes as insomnia started kicking in.

It was a dark and chilly night. What he was doing outside and why he was strolling the streets late at night, he, too, did not know. Perhaps what he needed was alcohol to stimulate sleep. Perhaps he needed to stroll around until his feet give in for over exhaustion. Perhaps he was destined to be a night crawler forever in his life. The first two reasons he could accept, but the last one was too creepy.

He turned to an alley where almost all famous nightclubs were situated and randomly entered a bar without looking at the sign, only to find out it was packed with people. He made his way through the crowd without being noticed and went straight to the empty table at the farthest corner.

He watched as the so-called normal people danced to the blaring music and drown themselves with the beer and wine the bar had to offer. He continued to observe with his drink in hand when someone's back caught his attention.

Her back was exposed in that silky black ensemble people called a dress. She moved from table to table, passing tequila shots to guests. The people at the tables she visited seemed awe struck, some happily smiled at her, some asked to take pictures and some men flirted with her which she politely dismissed. The men were obviously frustrated, but her mere presence made them giddy nonetheless.

He looked intently at her. He took notice of her short dress, thinking he would never make his girlfriend wear such a thing.. It exposed too much of her back plus it was too short that if she picked up something on the floor, everything else will be in perfect view.

“But dammit, her hips would make any man give in.”, he told himself.

He watched as she walked to another table, her hips swayed and she was not even doing it on purpose. He trailed his vision from her round booty to her back where a tattoo was half exposed. It was partly covered by some tendrils and locks of her black wavy hair. Hyunjoong was not particularly delighted to see women with tattoo, but there was something about hers that made him curious, especially when it felt all too familiar to him.

He was now lost between his thoughts contemplating on whatever he did with his life, the people he lost on the way, a love he had foregone, and drowning his 5th glass of vodka.

He did not notice someone sneaking up behind him. He was rendered speechless when she set down a table napkin and two shot glasses on his table.
“Koobar wishes you a happy 2010. Tequila shots are on the house”, she said in her low raspy voice and flashed him her sultry, sexy smile then gave him a wink after filling up the shot glasses with tequila..

His jaw almost dropped at this surprise and at the realization that in front of him was the love he had forgone, also known as his ex fake wife, techtonic queen, the compassion angel, General Hwangbo herself.

“Lick, shoot, suck, Hyunjoong! Let's do this together”, she told him after preparing the lemons and salt.

“Yeah...Ready?”, he asked still unable to recover from his shock. He started the countdown and watched as her tongue touched her hand to lick the salt, drank the liquor in one go, and sucked on the lemon. There was something sensual about the way she did things although she was very brash and manly at times. He caught himself daydreaming about her, but snapped out of it right away and swallowed the bitter liquor.

"So, why are you here?”, he asked curious why she was passing around drinks.

“Ah, I'm paying back a friend.” she answered. She and the DJ-owner of the bar had been very good friends since her debut in the music scene. “This one’s on me!”, she announced as she refilled the shot glasses. “Cheers!!”

She was still recovering from the sour lemon when a tall male approached her and put her hands around her shoulders, “Ah, there you are my Hyejung!”, he said, “Your community service work is up, thanks for helping out a friend in need.”

“Mmmm, happy new year, Oppa”, she turned over to him and gave him a hug. Something inside Hyunjoong sparked up, like a firecracker was suddenly lit. He did not like that scene, her hugging another man, but he stayed quiet anyway, after all what was he in her life, just a Dongsaeng, an ex fake husband who could not even keep his fake promises.

“Oh, I see you brought an idol friend”, DJ Koo finally noticed his presence, “this is great my Hyejung, having idols come here would be added promotion for my new branch. You should come and work for me as my apprentice”, he openly joked with Hyejung.

Hyunjoong bowed his head to acknowledge the older man.

“She's great, isn't she?”, the DJ unexpectedly asked the younger man.
The idol was obviously caught off guard.

“Oppa??!”, Hyejung tried to protest at the question being directed to Hyunjoong.

“Yes, she is”, he answered anyway.

“See?”, DJ Koo pointed out. “So, you're off! Enjoy the rest of the night. Cocktails for my favorite We Got Married couple are on the house.”

Hyejung let out a smirk as she watched her friend leave, “Don't mind him, he's drunk. Come--”, she said pulling Hyunjoong by the arm. “Let's dance”

She started dancing as soon as she reached the dance floor. He was feeling intoxicated not from the hard liquor he swallowed one after another, but from the sight of her swaying her hips and the smile on her face saying how much she was enjoying her time. When she flailed her arms around his shoulders and moved to the fast beats urging him to dance, too, he knew he would never let go of this Dance floor Goddess, not tonight, not ever.

A few more minutes on the dance floor, a few more cocktails sliding smoothly on their throats, then they decided to share a taxi and head on to each of their homes or hotels. The cab was parked in front of the Renaissance waiting for Hyunjoong to step out. He slowly opened the door, thinking if he should invite her for more drinks. His head was debating with his nerves, his instincts, his heart, his morals. He knew he could not let this chance just pass by. She fell on his plate just like that, it would be stupid of him to just let her go not knowing when or how they were going to meet again or if they were ever going to meet again. “Want to go up for a drink?”, he finally blurted out after those awkward, unnerving seconds hoping he did not sound like a pervert planning a plot of some sort.

He was ready to be dismissed when she nodded her response.

They made it past the front desk unnoticed and immediately boarded the elevator.
They just stood there without talking, both obviously nervous, but trying really hard to suppress the feeling until the bell signalled that they have reached his floor.

Hyunjoong opened the door for her, and she gracefully stepped in the room muttering some words of admiration for the grand suite. He was pleased that she liked it. He watched as she removed her stilettos, then proceeded to tying her hair in a bun on top of her lovely head. She took a few more steps and slowly peeled off her thick overcoat once again exposing her bare back, thin waist and graceful legs.

Hyunjoong just stood there, grasping for air, staring at the woman in front of him, “She should not have done that”, he nervously thought. His thoughts had gone wild, they were the only ones in this posh hotel suite and he was a young hot blooded male. He did not dare follow her, who knows what he would have done. Instead, he walked to the mini bar and poured some rum and coke on two sparkling glasses.

“Oh, wow. You're such a big shot now”, she commented after following him and resting her back on the cool wooden panel just right beside the bar.
Hyunjoong handed her the drink, “Is Rum and Coke alright?”, he asked avoiding her cat-like eyes.

“Yeah, thanks!”, she set the glass down on the counter.

Before she realized it, they were face to face. He was so near that she could almost hear his deep sharp nervous breath. He leaned in towards her, and eventually entrapping her. Now, she was between Hyunjoong's right arm and the bar. Her heart started thumping hard. She was more excited than nervous as she anticipated his next move. He leaned closer, even closer until the tip of their noses touched.

He paused there, “Can I kiss you, Hyejung?”, he whispered. She could smell his soft warm breath.

Even before she was able to give her answer, he leaned closer making their lips touch. He brushed her lips with the softest, gentlest kisses. When her mouth opened slightly and a soft moan of pleasure came out from her throat, he pressed on from those gentle kisses to needing then wanting.

His soft, stringy hands started caressing her well toned sensitised arms. Hyejung let out a tiny whimper when Hyunjoong’s hand reached her nape. He quickly broke the kiss thinking he was hurting her or she was trying to protest. He rested his forehead on hers, letting out a big sigh.

“I’m----“, he started to say. He felt apologetic thinking he had offended her by kissing her. But before Hyunjoong could continue what he was saying, Hyejung took a step closing the gap and sealed his lips with hers.

The kiss they shared the second time around was more passionate like saying things they have been meaning to tell each other. They could go on and on for hours, but Hyejung had to step away. She was out of breath for heavensake.

She hid her face on Hyunjoong’s broad chest, still gasping for air. A smile was beginning to form on his face. It was all worth it. All his efforts and trying hold back was starting to pay off slowly. His nose was filled with her soft womanly smell, and he knew he will be attuned to such smell. He held her in a tight embrace not wanting to let go anymore. He could no longer lie to himself.
He could no longer lie about his feelings for her. He would never lie to her. He tenderly planted a kiss on top of her head.

“I want you.”, he confessed. “ I want to have you…all of you….”

Hyejung stepped back and fumbled for the thin straps of her little black dress. With a little tug, the piece of cloth like a puddle on the floor just by her feet. Hyunjoong stood there immobile, unable to speak, hell, he was even holding his breath. It was not something a lucky idol like him gets to see everyday.

“Geesh, they were all right” he thought, “she has a smokin’ hot body.”

Hyejung looked intensely at Hyunjoong whose eyes were scanning every corner of her body, “Come here”, she said pulling him closer.

She had expected him to kiss her roughly, but instead, he wrapped her up in a tight embrace. He then trailed butterfly kisses from her forehead down to the tip of her nose. His lips lingered a moment longer on her soft inviting mouth, biting and nibbling lightly, enjoying the feel of her provocative tongue. He began to trace her jawline with more kisses. And when his lips reached the base of her neck and touched her nape, she shivered.

“I want you, too Hyunjoong”, she whispered trying not to choke as she shivered in delight to what his mouth was doing, “I want you to have me, I want you to have all of me…..”

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What happens next? Well, I leave it to my fellow joongboers’ kinky imaginings.