Beauty

Author's Point of View

Minjun woke up only to find himself in a place he didn't recognize. The roads were made out of the mud and the architecture was very different.

To say that Minjun was confused is an understatement. He walked further in the road into what seemed like an arch. He walked into it and further. There was an arena. A huge arena to be exact.

'This looks so like ancient Rome but, it doesn't exist now. Even the language perished. Only people like me understand it. So, it's just a dream,' he thought to himself. But, it couldn't be when he could feel the scorching sun through his milky skin, right?

Minjun knew how to speak roman. He learned it from an old man and he studied the language and history a lot.

Minjun entered into the arena to be met with the sight of a fight between people who seemed to be warriors who were fighting for fun.

Minjun watched intently as both men fought furiously. They were using swords for fighting. He continued watching as a warrior named Atticus slashed the shoulder of the other.

The warrior moved away so, the cut was not deep. He was still bleeding though. The warrior tried to fight back but, Atticus was faster than him.

"The winner of this match is... Atticus!" It was announced loudly. Loud roars were heard all across the arena. The announcement startled a very confused Minjun. He felt his heartbeat go faster at the sudden, very loud noise. He calmed down after a few minutes.

A man came towards him. He was the same warrior who lost from before. Minjun thought that the man was very handsome. Well, he was not wrong. He never is.

The warrior had his hair slick and stuck to his forehead because of the amount of sweat dripping down his body. He was a very good fighter but, he lost to Atticus. Surprisingly enough, he did not look as intimidating as the other warriors.

The warrior was built. Not overly built like another warrior named Felix who was now fighting but, he was very fit and had triceps.

"What are you doing here? Do you need any help? Are you lost?" The man asked Minjun, who was staring at the man. His roman accent was pure and he was very fluent. Even Minjun couldn't understand it completely. He caught a few words here and there tho.

"Where I am?" Minjun questioned with his broken language. The man just laughed at Minjun in an almost mocking manner. Minjun was irritated by the broader male's acts but, decided to keep quiet because he knew him being angry now wouldn't help.

The man continued laughing and Minjun well lost his cool. "Who the fuck does he think he is, laughing at me!" Minjun began cursing loudly in his native as the man gave him a weird look. Well, he was proud as fuck of himself and nobody mocks him, nobody. Not even in his dreams.

"Calm down, man. Why don't we take a drink, have some sex with guys and talk? I know a great place here. And by the way, I'm J-ra but, you can call me Dara ." The man offered Minjun.

Minjun thought for a few moments before responding with a stuttered out 'yes' and a small smile. 'I'm just in a dream, dammit' was his excuse.

J-ra or Dara as Minjun preferred it took him to his house first as he needed to clean his wounds. His house was made out of cement and stones.

Roman architecture brought a revolution in architectural history. They are said to be the first people to invent various architectural structures like domes and arch. They were also the inventors of cement buildings when all they used in that period was huts using trees.

The people were very built and savage and vulgar. They were so selfish and wanted everything to themselves. They waged so many wars. They just never wanted peace.

Dara finished dressing his wounds. It couldn't exactly be called dressing since he just washed it with water and wrapped it with a cloth that was harsh on his skin. Dara also took some spider webs and spread it on his wounded skin to protect it from microbial organisms. It acted as an antibiotic. Well, after finishing it he and Minjun set to the place the warrior was talking about.

Actually, it was like an ancient club, to be honest. Even light was not invented during that period of time! Dara took a torch and lit it using dry pieces of wood. It created a fire and Minjun was amused.

"What are you so amused for?" Dara asked with a chuckle. "Nothing," Minjun answered. Dara chuckled again at Minjun's pronunciation of words.

Dara knew Minjun was Korean. Minjun had told him on their way to the 'club'. Though Romans considered everyone else other than themselves to be inferior to them, Dara was open-minded enough to treat Minjun as his friend.

They entered the club. There was a strong smell of alcohol everywhere. There were both men and women in the club. Dara invited Minjun to have a drink.

There were no cozy cushion chairs there. All they had were cubic stones, tall enough to sit. They were not comfortable at all.

Minjun had a God-knows-what drink that had his throat burning with rage. It stung his throat and even brought him to tears. It burned his throat. He was alright after some fifteen minutes though.

The club was very loud. A couple was making out and another couple on the verge of fucking. Others were chatting and drinking, simply enjoying.

Dara had a prostitute sitting on his lap who goes by the name 'SG' whose real name was something like Yeon-sin? Yoon-gi? Yeah, it was Yeon-min! Minjun remembered his name!

After a few minutes of just chatting and watching Dara make out with the male on his lap, Minjun was so bored that he even considered sleeping! Yes, sleeping in some ancient sort of club.

Just then, someone walked into the place. He was so beautiful, a beauty Minjun had never laid his eyes upon. Yeonmin gave a little wave to the beauty and invited him to the place Minjun was sitting.

The male returned the wave with a small smile. The beauty was another prostitute here but, something about him was just... different. The beauty felt different. Minjun was so absorbed in the beauty's beauty that he failed to notice the stares literally everyone was giving him.

The beauty came towards Minjun and the archeologist was mesmerized. The beauty gave Minjun a seductive smirk to which Minjun could only gulp, his mouth going dry.

"I'm Jirae but call me J." The beauty whispered, sultry as he extended his hand for Minjun to take. Minjun was sweating when he took the beauty's hand in his.

'Fuck! His hands are so soft and slender...' Minjun internally groaned. "Minjun," he introduced himself to the beauty.

Jirae bit his lip unconsciously that made him look more attractive to Minjun. He just couldn't take his eyes off of the beauty. The biting made Jirae's lips looked pinker, it looked tastier to Minjun than it already was.

Minjun just knew at that moment there that this beauty is more than just a one night stand to him and that wherever or whatever he is in now, couldn't be considered as a dream...

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