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Sunday Candy
(Painter of the Night fanfic)
'You gotta move it slowly
Take it in my body like it's holy
I've been waiting for you for the whole week'
- Sunday Candy by Donnie Trumpet & the Social Experiment
Chapter 1
Sunday’s are supposed to be for lazy mornings, the scent of brewed coffee wafting through the air, and the soft sunshine seeping through the windows. Sunday’s are supposed to be peaceful, quiet, ethereal, and a state of rest in the busy and bustling mind of Baek Nakyum.
That is what Sunday is supposed to be.
Not this mess greeting his wake.
Nakyum groggily opened his eyes scanning at this unfamiliar bedroom and this even more unfamiliar and a very muscular and godly attractive man next to him. Naked and his head throbbing with one of the worst hangovers of the century, his entire body aching from the extreme activities done the night before, and Nakyum in a temporary state of confusion like his brain cells paused for 5 seconds to fully function. Nakyum has a very terrible habit of getting extremely horny and hammered drunk when he is moping around with his stupid unrequited love. Nakyum scanned around the room and saw his clothes scattered on the floor, he slowly rose out of the bed wincing in so much pain.
“ What the fuck.”
Nakyum whispers as he picks his underwear ripped into half, almost as if it’s ravaged by a beast. A deeper voice broke his confusion as his unfamiliar bedside companion mumbled incoherent words. Nakyum jumps up in surprise as he quickly picks up his remaining clothes off the floor and dresses quickly.
‘The quicker I’m out here the better.’ Nakyum dashes out with his mind scattered all over the place and his ass throbbing even more.
Sunday’s are meant for hungover, aching bodies, and dry throats from a combination of intense sex and alcohol mixed with cigarettes burning his throat, remnants of the late-night activities Yoon Seungwon indulges. After months of aimlessly meeting men and fucking them until they’ve lost their senses, Seungho seemed to lost his excitement and the thrill of it all.
Everything seems boring, repetitive, and bleak. Not even his slutiest fuck buddies or the craziest orgy parties can satisfy him anymore.
Not until he met that meek little vixen at the bar last night.
Such a pretty little thing, with a lithe and sensitive body, the little vixen that has a face of a nymph blushing like an innocent virgin and the wanton moans that plush pink lips send tremors in Seungho’s lower regions.
Seungho was excited to ravage that beauty again in the morning, mentally making plans on fucking that pretty boy on every surface of his house. As he slowly rises up, the sunlight pouring down his window flushing his skin with a glow. Seungho looked at the cold, empty side of the bed. Fists clenched and his jaw tightens, he can feel the dryness of his throat as he rises up. Scanning the room seeing his clear from any signs of clothing other than his.
“What the fuck.”
Seungho grumbles as he picks up his phone and speed dials the one person who seems to know all gay men in South Korea.
“Jihwa, where the fuck is the guy I brought home last night?” An annoyed sigh in the other line replies “Seungho, I don’t know what in God’s name you're talking about a lot of men approached you. Their tongues wagging for that Yoon dick.”
“Shut the fuck up, I’m talking about the pretty boy I took home.”
A momentary pause and Jihwa replied lazily “I don’t know what you talking about, not my fault you got fucked and dashed.”
“No one has ever done that to me. I made sure I fucked him till he could barely stand.” Jihwa laughed merrily as another deeper voice joined in the call as if Jihwa’s companion is whispering in the background “Seungho-ya, don’t be silly. You might not have fucked him hard enough for him to still run away from you-” Seungho hung up the call and tossed his phone on the bed.
He lays down on his cum stained sheets and inhales the scent of honey and soft lavender, only that pretty boy from last night can make him into this mess.
Monday
“Mina-noona, it was the biggest mistake of the century!” Nakyum wailed pathetically as he bangs his head on the table, the teacher’s lounge was empty except for the blubbering Nakyum and his co-worker Mina who stretched out her legs lazily, rubbing her very pregnant stomach. “At least you had a good fuck? One-night stand and getting drunk can help you forget about Professor In-hun.”
Nakyum grabbed a fist full of his hair and closed his eyes “Please do not speak of that name, I will pretend he no longer exists.” Mina giggled and retorted “As if! You are all over him since the first day you worked here and now, 2 years later you still cannot get over him.” Nakyum grumbles in defeat as he grabbed his shoulder bag and a pout adorned on his face,
“I-I’m still trying, you know that.”
“The man is getting married Nakyum, you know that - we all know that. He sent out invitations last week.” Mina replied in a gentle tone, “I’m not asking you to completely forget about him, I’m asking you to give yourself a break from falling deeper in love.”
In a meek voice, Nakyum whispered “How can I do that? I really really like him.”
Mina smiled and ruffled Nakyum’s hair and responded “Then stop visiting the Literature department teacher’s lounge and go back to teaching your art students. Shoo, shoo now.”
Mina gently nudged Nakyum out of the office and she gave him a motherly smile “If it makes you feel better take this,” She hands him a piece of paper as she continues “Its a gift certificate from the new coffee shop across the street. I heard the owner and barista of the shop is a real looker.” Mina winks and blows a flying kiss, shutting the door as Nakyum standing outside the office holding the piece of paper that says:
‘Yoon Coffee & Pastries’
“Hmm, maybe I should give it a try.” Nakyum places the paper inside his bag and walk towards the art building.
Monday
“Welcome to Yoon Coffee and- ah, you filthy manwhore.” Seungho grumbles as glares at the couple standing in front of him as Seungho mans the counter. Jihwa and his boyfriend Mumyeong (who the fuck names their child, nameless?), Jihwa grins cheekily and makes their order. A few minutes later Seungho placed the cup of brewed coffee and hot mocha latte on the table as he looked at the couple.
“Jihwa, don’t bring your flavor of the month in my shop. Honestly, can’t keep it in your pants?” Jihwa pulled away from the taller and broader violet-eyed man with a sexy beard adorned on his chiseled face next to him as Jihwa scrunches his nose in annoyance
“Flavour of the month?! Mumyeong and I have been together since February! It has been 8 fucking months, I’m practically married to his man!” Jihwa yells, the other customers glance at them in curiosity. Jihwa’s boyfriend shakes his head and looks at Seungho “I told him not to disturb you while your working but he never listens.”
Seungho snorted and waves his hand “I don’t care about him, I’m praying for you Mumyeong to have a longer life span to tolerate this shit.” Mumyeong nods solemnly, as Jihwa pinches his boyfriend’s muscular arm in annoyance. “Seungho you ass, if you keep on talking shit about me then I wouldn’t give you information about the pretty boy you took home last Saturday.”
Seungho’s ears perk up immediately and wave his hand towards his employees in the cafe gesturing them to handle the registry. He quickly sat across the couple with his arms crossed together, he cooly said “Oh? Him? What about it.”
Mumyeong snickers at the silliness of ‘fake indifference’ as Jihwa rolls his eyes and continues “I asked the bartender of the club that night, Min told me it was pretty boy’s first time in a gay club. Apparently, the pretty boy was crying over a straight man that broke his heart. Poor fella.” Jihwa sighs and sips his coffee, Seungho leaned back on the chair and hums in contemplation, “Do you know his name?” Jihwa shakes his head and replied “Nope, Min didn’t ask. Pretty boy was spending his life span drinking his tears away.”
Seungho feels even more intrigued with this pretty boy, this gorgeous stranger warming up the bed that completely made him excited with his life again.
6 days later
Saturday
It was a mess.
The worst mess that is possible for any art teacher. His students who are busy preparing for their exhibit decided to work overtime in the art room, Nakyum the art professor had to supervise them and guide them in their paintings. When that day is supposed to be for professional and academic purposes suddenly turns into a dramatic teenage drama fest.
One of the students who had a mini-meltdown while painting her work accidentally tossed her paint soaked brush in Nakyum's direction. His white polo shirt is now splotched with a vibrate shade of neon pink.
After that, his junior student who is known for his permanent clumsiness almost stumbles on the floor while carrying a cup filled with dirty water from dipping his paintbrushes. Guess who’s shirt is another victim of this mess? Nakyum’s.
Oil paintings can be a tricky medium to work on but it’s even trickier to remove once it completely dries down, that’s what happened to Nakyum’s pants when his student accidentally pressed the oil paint tube spurting it at the direction of Nakyum’s legs. Oh, he looks like he pissed himself in the ugliest shade of orange.
And just when the day couldn’t get worse, two of his brightest students who are also rivals (and have the most palpable sexual tension - literally everyone in the art department can feel it) had an argument on what acrylic paint brand works best. Truly, Nakyum can attest after standing in the middle of their heated debate trying to calm them down - when his students accidentally clenched their fists and squeezed out the paint towards him. Both paints are of excellent quality against this shirt, pants, and face.
After having the longest, intense, and emotionally draining lecture at his students and forcing them to go home. Nakyum is finally done with his day. His plans on visiting the newly opened cafe are now canceled since he refuses to show up looking like a rainbow puke mess. His spare clothes are in the laundromat and all of the teachers went home for the weekend. Nakyum refuses to call Professor In-hun for help (and oh boy he’s very tempted but his pride won’t allow him.)
Standing in the pedestrian light waiting for the signal to ‘go’ when the heavy rain suddenly poured. The pedestrian light turned green as Nakyum stood quietly, his body too tired to move and function properly. The rain soaking him as multiple bodies quickly walk, hitting his shoulder aggressively and older men muttering curses towards him. Just as when Nakyum is about to burst into tears, his vision turns blurred and murky as the coldness seeps into his bones.
He’s tired.
Very very tired.
From his job to his students, to his life, and his stupid silly unrequited love and even the handsome stranger he met last Saturday and had his first (and possibly) last one night stand with. It’s all too much for Nakyum to handle. His head facing the concrete ground when suddenly the rain stopped aggressively hitting his body, Nakyum looked up and saw an umbrella over his head. His eyes widened and he gaped at the stranger who is a foot taller than him and very broad and muscular. The man with a very deep and commanding voice broke through the rain sounds and said
“You look awfully pitiful standing there like a wet stray cat.”
Nakyum just gaped his voice and refused to come out of his lips. His throat felt dislodged and his stomach dropped with a mixture of nervousness and constant panic. The taller man slowly looks down, all Nakyum can see is the fierce yellow amber-hued eyes, strong jawline, long aristocratic nose, and the high cheekbones - a facial structure made for a lord or king. The stranger looks awfully familiar with a hazy face Nakyum has seen before.
The stranger’s eyes widen so much, it’s pupils dilated with surprise and his deep voice exclaims, even more, the taller man points towards Nakyum and says
“It’s you!”