A guy they talk about

I was alive. It was terrifying when things like this happened. There were cameras everywhere around here, yet it still wasn't safe. Good thing I found the young janitor.

He was really a good person.

— So, is it him? — One of the women who approached me asked. She wasn't talking to me but to another woman who worked in the warehouse.

— Yes.

— How do I get close to him? — She asked. She was tall, dark-skinned, and her curly hair looked like a bouquet of flowers. She wore a beige dress. I watched her more than usual because she was truly beautiful. She smiled confidently.

— Just say hi. — Said the blonde attendant. Her eyes were black, she had a few freckles on her face, and her hair was tied in a bun.

— Can I?

— Of course, he's sitting there doing nothing. But if your intention is to go out with him, I suggest you change your mind. He doesn't go out with anyone.

— Is he a radical conservative?

— No... He just doesn't get involved with anything or anyone.

— Are you saying he doesn't have sex?

I almost choked. The woman seemed very determined. I carefully looked for the man they were talking about. And d*mn, he was looking at me. It was the janitor again, but now he was dressed differently. He wore a black dress shirt, looked even younger, and was sitting as if he owned the place, just a few meters away.

— They say he suffers from impotence. — The cashier woman replied, and that made me curious. He had told me he had trauma, and this woman was saying he was impotent, which, in a way, was connected. But honestly, why won't he stop looking at me? Is that even true?

— Ah… I give up then. — Said the woman, who seemed to be interested only in satisfying herself.

I stood up and walked toward that guy, and his eyes shone, blatantly. His mouth parted slightly, and he looked hypnotized. For a second, I doubted he was really looking at me, but his gaze followed me as I had to dodge a few people.

— Hey, again.

— Hey, I'm sorry about what happened earlier, there are a lot of weird people around.

— Yeah… but I was happy to find you. I just didn't think it would be this soon… What's your name? — I asked as I got closer to his table.

His eyes widened. He shook his head slightly, incredulous, and his hair moved more than usual.

— Min Jun-Ho.

— Alright, Jun-Ho, there are some people saying strange things about you. — I said, and he nodded, unsurprised.

— Ah, it's probably true…

— So you really don't like sex?

His eyes blinked.

— Ah, that. — He huffed with a small laugh. — It's exactly as I said, I haven't had good experiences, so I stayed away. I don't feel anything, and nothing happens. — His honesty surprised me.

— Are you lying?

— No, it's easier to just tell the truth. It saves me time, prevents misunderstandings, and it's not like this is my weakness. It's just a fact.

He had a point.

— Since you're willing to answer my questions… Can I join you?

— Please don't drink too much, Salin. I still don't know where you live.

— Don't worry, I won't drink anymore. I don't have any more money.

— Why? Don't you have a job?

— I do, but I also have a debt to pay and a family to support. Everything seems to involve money. — I chuckled weakly.

— Are you a father?

— No, I'm the eldest son.

— Oh, that's sad.

— That's all you have to say, Sir. Janitor?

— I'm not a janitor!

— I know, I was at your house… That's not a janitor's house, and your room was a mess, you know?

— That doesn't mean anything. I could totally be a janitor. Ever heard the saying: "A blacksmith's house has a wooden skewer"?

— And yours is broken?

Jun-Ho looked away while I couldn't contain my laughter.

— The guy said you were going to get married, is that true?

— Ah, no, that's part of my problem. All I need to do is settle down and find true love before autumn. My family thinks I can at least pretend to be normal.

— Typical rich family stuff… Why does it have to be before autumn?

— Because after that, I'll have turned twenty-five.

— Interesting. — I laughed, this sounded so stupid.

— It's bad. — He stated, laughing.

— But if it's a fake relationship, why would it be bad?

— Because it's not the first attempt. It's exhausting.

And I looked at him.

— So you want to find true love, don't you? — I asked. By the look in his eyes, he certainly seemed to want that.

— No, not anymore. — He looked shy.

The serious man who took me home that day and the one who just saved me with a single order had nothing to do with this cotton candy in front of me.

— You really gave up trying? — I never stopped looking him in the eyes, and he started getting uncomfortable with it. Shy, he began avoiding my gaze but not my mouth.

— Yes. It's not that simple… — His shyness became adorable to me. With one hand on his nape, he hesitated before looking at me and asking. — Why? Are you still interested?

— Well, they were gossiping about you... And I think it's better to ask directly.

I placed my hand on my chin and smiled. He had said he wasn't gay... But the way he looked at me, he had me somehow. It was impossible that he wasn't interested in me. I've been gay forever. I know.

— Hm. If I seduce you, will you pay my debt?

He looked at me, surprised.

— I would, but can you?

— I'd just need a little time. Don't you agree? — I leaned slightly, moving closer to his face.

— Ma-ma-maybe. — He entered a slight state of panic, I guess he didn't expect me to do that, but he didn't move at all, his gaze was curious, waiting to see what I would do.

— Do you want to kiss me? — I asked.

— I'm not… good at making the first move. I don't like physical contact… But…

— If you allow me. — I said. I looked at his lips, they were red and had a piercing at the corner. I just leaned in closer, testing, just testing what he had said.

I kissed him, brushing against his lips. He looked confused, like someone who didn't even understand the concept of a "kiss," but soon let me kiss him with my tongue, and then he matched my pace. I leaned in more, and he pulled back as if I couldn't touch him with my hands.

D*mn good kiss, like he was naturally dominant. I was almost on top of the table and would end up on all fours. It was confusing at this point, he seemed to have all the skills of a great kisser, but he was insecure in this aspect and didn't ignite. He just followed my rhythm, but it was good. I even closed my damn eyes, and when I opened them, he had closed his too. I stopped kissing him. If I went any further, I might want what he apparently couldn't give me, but I left him one last peck after the kiss as soon as he opened his eyes. Then I smiled, pulling away.

He said nothing, just sat there, occasionally looking at me while catching his breath. Seeing his silence, I asked. He seemed scared.

— What is it?

— Why… how did you kiss me? That was crazy.

— I thought you didn't feel anything. — He nodded, nibbling on his lips. I smiled, he was a curious person.

— You shouldn't have done that…

— I get the feeling you liked it… Don't be mad at me, Jun-Ho, but people here might think you're gay from now on. But look on the bright side, not all is lost. — He slowly nodded, and as I admired those bright black eyes, I received a phone call. — I have to go, but this time I have a friend to take me. We'll see each other next time, if I survive.