Friday
Friday is finally here and I can finally let loose. I'm in Poynt, a underground club where being eighteen is wanted and accepted. I smiled while feeling pretty.
I fucking love my booty shorts. Any type of shorts really. Anyway back to the lustful stares I'm getting from men. 'God I love attention'. I giggled and made my way to the bar. "What ca...". I know the bartender was staring at my lips that I made pretty with some red gloss. "A soda... for now". I whispered licking my bottom lip. "O-ok".
I watched him leave while breaking some bottles and felt a presence behind me. "I'm guessing you're eighteen". A man said. "I'm guess you're a perv". I replied. "Not a perv... Just interested". He says. I rolled my eyes and turned around.
'Damn oppa... Or... Daddy? Cause he's clearly not Korean'. I thought. "Japan". He chuckled. "Who the fuck is Japan?". I asked. "I'm from Japan, I saw the look in your eyes". He said. "Oh...". I rubbed my forehead. "Question and please don't feel like I'm coming after you". He said. "Ask". I said. "Is it ok for you to dress like that here?". He asked.
"Almost like a girl? Not at all, but I don't give two shits". I scoffed. "People can't tell me how I should dress, its my life my rules... People always try to force their judgment on people, but all they really have to do is go suck on some horse shit and mind their own business". I said and he stared at me. "What?". I hissed. "Sorry that was just outspoken of you to say". He said. "I know... It was sickening".
"What?". He said. "Sickening, I hate showing emotions". I huffed. "Emotions are good though". He said. "Good for me to bottle up cause people don't deserve to see them". I replied. "Why?". He asked. "Cause I fucking hate people". I smiled and he laughed. "I'm Shiru". He held out his hand and I fist bumped him. "Jiyoung". I said.
"Sit". I patted the stool next to me. "You interested me". I said. "I'm flattered". Shiru bowed. "Don't be". I replied. "So what's your deal?". I asked. "Deal?". Shiru tilted his head. "What do you want from me?". I asked. "I did come here for fun, but can't we talk a little?". Shiru asked. "I don't talk about personal anything". I said. "Neither do I".
"You just left him?". I said eating the cherries I killed someone over. "He was a asshole". Shiru rolled his eyes. "But in a park though?". I said. "Got a better...". "A desert". I cut him off. "A desert?". Shiru blinked. "Watch him die of thirst". I giggled. "That's... Different". Shiru rubbed his neck. "I'm different". I chuckled. "That you are". Shiru kissed my hand.
'I-I have to wash my hand'. I looked my hand in disgust. "Are you ok?". Shiru asked. 'No I'm not ok! Your rabies having ass kissed my hand! I-I have to cut my hand off... And my jacking off hand too! That's it! He's dying!'. I shook my head. "I'm fine... Its getting late". I said. "Come, I'll get you a cab". Shiru said. 'Ohhh... Another victim! Goodie!'. I smiled. "Sure".
Shiru got me a cab and paid for it. "Good night Jiyoung". Shiru said. "Good bye". I said walking to cab till Shiru grabbed me. I looked at his hand. "Ca-can I please have your number?". Shiru asked. "Do you believe in fate?". I asked. "No I don't". Shiru answered. "Neither do I... Bye". I shook off his hand and left him there. "That was cold". The driver said.
"Funny how I was thinking the same thing about you". I giggled. "What?". He said. "Hmm". I looked out the window smirked. "Hey cabbie". I called out and he looks at me through the mirror. "Yes?". He said. "Fast or slow?". I asked. "Is this a sexual question?". He asked. "Fast or slow?". I repeated. "Fast...?". He said. "Same". I chuckled and cut his throat.
I got out the car and walked home. "Man... He died fast". I pouted. "Welp". I stretched.
"Time to play with ocean".