Byeongho saw that it was still full, which meant the boy had not drunk any yet. He sighed in relief.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" Do Yun was wondering if this could be one of the loan shark larkies who has been sent to harass him at this late hour of the night. They are capable of anything.
Byeong Ho turned to see that the boy has gotten off the bed and is standing at the tail end, which is closer to where the desk is.
He is holding a wooden bat in one hand while the other is holding onto the blanket now covering him, impatiently waiting for his answer.
"When did you wake up? Or were you even asleep? How come I didn't hear you get off the bed, when I'm standing just by your nightstand? Hm? Were you pretending, then? Just like in your photo?"
"What photo? Don't come near me. Otherwise, I'll hit you with this." Doyun held the blanket in between his armpits and held the bat firmly in both hands. Swinging it at Byeong Ho, who is leaving the nightstand side, and walking towards him.
P. O. V.
Kim Byeong-Ho
"What photo? Don't come near me. Otherwise, I'll hit you with this." The pretty boy now has the blanket in between his armpits and holds the bat firmly in both hands.
I left the nightstand and walked towards him, though he kept swinging it at me.
"I said don't come any closer. Just answer my questio..." In a swift propulsive movement, I snatched the wooden bat from the boy and threw it to the door before holding him in a chokehold.
"Let go of me. Let go of me!" The blanket fell off as he tried to free himself.
I ignored him and lowered his arm from around his neck but held his hands behind his back to prevent him from fighting back; but the stubborn guy kept trying to kick my legs with his.
The bed is by the side of the wall, so I sat at the end and leaned against the wall, pinning the boy to my chest after releasing his hands.
I had his arms locked as I hugged him tightly across his stomach from the back. We were both sitting on the bed now, with the boy's head securely attached to my chest and his legs also in-between mine.
"Stop fighting and let's talk." I said it in a serious tone, making the young boy stop his rebellion abruptly.
"You called me here." I said from his back, still holding him in place.
"What are you talking about? I haven't done such a thing. I don't even know you!"
I knew he would doubt me, so I brought out my phone and showed him the picture of him saying he was going to take the drug.
"Were you pretending then? Just like in your photo?" I asked and watched him closely.
"What do you mean? And how come you have my photo...?" He stopped mid-sentence, and I could sense he was trying to come up with a theory.
"Wait, don't tell me that that guy sent my pictures to you. Why? Why will he do that? And why are you here instead of him?" He was becoming quite frantic as he continued with more theories.
"Are you here because he's no longer interested and you asked him to pass me off to you? Is this what you guys do? Let go of me and delete my picture from your phone.
I am no longer interested. I'll go and get women instead. You gay men are too much trouble."
I guess he thinks I'm gay. I tightened my hug as he tried to break free from me.
"But you're the one who made the offer first. You cannot take it back now." I wanted to tease him a bit.
"I said I never called you here. How will I do that when I don't even have your contact information?"
"Really? You never called?"
The pretty guy shook his head in annoyance. "Yes. I never did. How many times do I have to repeat that?!"
I took out my phone again and opened our one-sided chat on the Messenger app before giving the phone to him to read. "Then what is this?"
I released my hold and stretched for the blanket to cover his lower part as he read the messages.
"How... how come? Are you sure this is your phone? I mean, I really did send these messages, but they were sent to my senior's number.
I don't know how you have them instead." He seemed speechless as he realized he could've sent the messages to the wrong person.
I watched him as he absentmindedly got off the bed and went to the nightstand for his phone and the calling card that the said senior had given him. He returned to sit back on the bed as before.
I shook my head. The boy seems so shocked that he has forgotten that he is sitting in between my legs, for I had expected him to act stubborn after letting go of him.
I watched him as he compared the digits on his phone to the ones on the card.
"Oh Fuck!" I heard him curse as he realized that he had made a mistake, which I'm sure will be an just a change in one or two digits.
"You've seen your mistake now?" I asked from behind him on the bed after he was done checking.
He nodded and shifted his position to face me, so he moved from between my legs to the middle of the small bed.
"I'm really really sorry. This is a genuine mistake. I didn't mean to trick you here. I thought I was sending them to my senior on this number. See?"
The boy showed the card to me, and indeed, he was telling the truth. The number on the card and mine have the same digits. It seems he interchanged the last three digits. Mine is 609, while the one on the card is 906.