Title: Another
Pairing: 2U
Rating: don't have an idea
Summary: Why is this? That's too selfish
Note: as usual, excuse for any grammar mistake -,,-
so, sweet comments for me? :)
Part 3
You always buy me things to make me happy.
Since you’re rich, yeah I know that.
Leather bag that I always want to buy, ton of shirts, bunch of boots (even I like slippers better), new jeans with no torn just like mine, phone, a dog, and many luxurious things, not include million won cash that you always give me as a... tip? Shit, you’re rich and you can buy me. Just like the first time you talked and asked my price.
I’m waiting for you.
And I’m wearing all of your branded clothes's gift to me.
It’s still winter but my body can not even hotter than this.
To see you from the opposite of the street, ready for acrossing it.
I give you a wave with my hands, and so do you, with your handsome smile as always.
“Am I late?” you’re entering the shop and give me a peck on my cheek.
I shake my head and smile widely.
You see my face longer with silence and... awe?
And you kiss me again, on lips of course, with your usual tenderness.
“You’re so beautiful today.”
“I’m a man, remember?”
“Yeah,” you chuckle, “but you’re too sweet to be a man.”
Shit, I hate when I can’t hide my redden cheeks.
“Come on, my car is freezing.”
And you hold my hands, guiding me to your car and bring me to somewhere that I want to be forever.
***
The truth is, I am a nice man.
Since I was kid, I've never done something bad.
I always be a mommy’s kid. Help her to cleaning up our small apartment, wash the dishes and clothes, and study.
In school, I was a nice kid too.
I always studied hard, done my own homework, and my teacher always proud with my harmonic’s play.
I had friends, most a girl, and sometimes I got a tread mock from the other boys, but hell I didn’t care.
I hated boys.
They often mocked me-because the reason was I easily cried and always played with girls-and were forced to give them money.
Don’t they get it how poor I was?
I never had a pocket money from my mother, but they didn’t want to understand.
I didn’t know why but I always got a bad treatment from boys even at high school.
They said I was a sissy and stuffed shirt boy who always got a change to get closer to girls on class.
I said to them that I just treat them like a friends and I didn’t have a plan to take them all as my girlfriend.
But they didn’t want to listen. They didn’t care. They still punched me and pushed my face on the toilet. Lucky, I never got a shit on my mouth.
And it happened always everyday.
Everyday just like a hell for me.
I hated boys.
Until he’s came to my life.
All I could remember was his face.
His handsome bright super fine face that lighten my day.
He’s came to save me from the usual boys from throwing me to the garbage’s school.
He’s saved me.
Just like an angel that sent from heaven.
And he’s really like an angel.
Since that day, he always came to my class, made a little chit-chat, gone to the canteen and paid me the meal and many nice things.
He’s so nice.
And since then every time I saw him I felt a tight pain in my chest.
I didn’t know what it is but it made me crazy.
I was in love with him.
But he didn’t love me.
And he said I’m crazy, with his disgust face.
I cried all days. He let my heart bleed for a very long time.
And I resign from school.
My mother didn’t have any money to pay the school fee.
I didn’t mind actually, thus it made me easier to forget him.
I continued my life, back to the normal life.
Until I meet you.
I hope you’re not him.
I hope you’re not him who say ‘I don’t love you’ to me.
***
After long night with a lot of visiting many night places, we end on your parked car under the flyover.
We cuddle each other, at the back seat, sharing warmness.
It’s so nice and comfortable.
I never feel so safe with you before.
We look like a teenage couple, right?
“Your nose is reddening,” you laugh and pinch my nose. I do the same, pinch your nose harder and you make a sound like a squeal’s girl.
I don’t know you have such humor.
“Come here,” you hug me, kiss my hair, cheeks, jaw, neck, and sometimes on my lips. You do it nicely. Sometimes you so mean to me, but sometimes... you’re so nice and romantic.
I really don’t understand you.
“Yunho-sshi...”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
I say it and I can see the change on your eyes.
Why? Am I wrong?
You don’t say anything.
You just kiss my lips again, unbutton my coat.
And you let go of the scarf on my neck, shower it with a thousand of kiss and suck.
I hate it.
So I grab your wrist and push it from my neck.
“Please, just say you love.”
Say you love me.
And I will love you forever.
You sigh.
“I think you’re smart enough to understand even when I’m not saying it.”
“Yes, I’m stupid. So say it,” I say.
“Yoochun…”
“Don’t make me hate you,” I warn him.
“I don’t love you.” You say that so simply.
“We’re men, and we’re here because we just need pleasure each other. Don’t be childish, Yoochun.”
Why is this?
That's too selfish.
End of Chapter 3
and maybe I fail on this #rollsinbed