The Art of Cheating. ;; chapter two
Title; The Art of Cheating.
Fandom/Pairing; Ok Taec Yeon/NG/Park Jae Bum
Rating; PG-13
Summary; Losing Park Jae Bum, Vannie turns to alcohol and accidental sex with his best friend. Oh. Crap.
Chapter Two.
Jay called me later that night. I was so afraid to answer the phone. What if Woo had told him? What if Taec had told him? The thoughts scared me so much, but I knew that I needed to answer the phone anyway. I knew I needed to talk to him.
“Hello, dear,” his voice sang as I answered. He sounded so wonderful, so amazing, so perfect. My heart broke at the sound, at the thought of everything I had done to him so easily. It was so wrong and I hated how right it felt as it transpired.
I hated how I had no idea how I could tell him.
“How are you?” I asked him. My voice was so weak compared to his joyful tone. I hated it as well. I cursed myself silently as I waited for his reply.
“I’m good,” he told me. I could feel the smile in his voice. “It’s really nice spending time with my family lately. It’ll be great to spend Christmas with them this year. I’ve missed my family more than I had realized.” I nodded. I had always wondered what his family was like. He had met mine time and time again, but all of his was a mystery. “And how are you?”
“I’m okay,” I said. It was the far from the truth, but I really did not like the truth and I knew he wouldn’t either. “I miss you,” I told him, unable to stop myself from crying. I just prayed that he wouldn’t notice. I couldn’t handle the idea of him knowing how much him being away was killing me.
“I miss you too.” His words lingered for a few moments, neither of us sure what else there was to say. It was as simple as us missing each other. It was because of that that I was in the mess with Taec. Missing Jay ruined me, simple as that.
“Would you do me a favour?” The words surprised me as they jumped from the silence. I immediately began nodding, forgetting that he couldn’t see the action.
“Of course,” I said, “anything.”
“I bought all the guys Christmas gifts except for Taec because he’s so picky. Would you take him shopping and buy him something for me? I’ll pay you back, of course. I just don’t know what to get him and I’d rather he just pick it out himself.”
“Wait,” I said, making sure that I understood what exactly he was asking, “you want me to take Taec Yeon shopping for you?”
“Yes.”
“Why can’t you just buy him a gift card or something?!” I exclaimed, horror and anger taking me over. It would not be a smart idea for me to be around Taec. Definitely not smart at all.
“I can’t buy gift cards for Korean stores while I’m here, Van. Plus, I thought the two of you would have fun together.” He sounded so happy and free. He didn’t see anything wrong with what he was proposing. If I had been able to bring myself to tell him, he wouldn’t support it at all. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
“Fun,” I said, nodding my head simply. “Sure thing.”
Jay smiled and said, “Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered, my voice and hands shaking as I hung up the phone. I let out a loud sigh. I began strolling through my contacts, looking for Taec’s number.
Once I had him, I called him up - after triple checking that it was him I was calling (and not Woo Young) - ready to have the “fun” that Jae Bum so desperately wanted us to.
“You didn’t tell him yet, did you?”
It was the first thing he asked when he saw me. His voice was so harsh, so angry. I couldn’t stand to look at his face, rather opting for his shirt. It was an odd orange colour. It didn’t suit him at all.
“I tried to,” I whined. “I really did. But I accidently for some reason called Woo Young instead and so now he knows instead of Jay. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. And when he called tonight, I just couldn’t do it. I wanted to and I know I need to. But, really, Taec, can you blame me? I don’t want to ruin what we have. I really don’t want to.”
“But he deserves to know.” It was a simple statement, but such a true one. I hated how true it was. It was amazing much I hated when Taec Yeon was involved.
“I know,” I said, a sigh escaping my teeth. “He does. But how?”
“I can tell him if you want,” he answers, shrugging his shoulders as we walk over to his car. “He’ll probably still love you and just hate me. You’ll be fine, Vannie. Honestly.”
I nodded, unsure what else to do. I couldn’t think of how else to reply. “But I don’t want him to hate you,” I eventually told him. “He should hate me, not you.”
Taec Yeon smiled slightly and said, “But that’s not for us to decide. But, let’s just enjoy the night and tomorrow, we can deal with Jay. Together.”
I smiled up at him. He really was beautiful and I hated that as well.
“Together."
Fandom/Pairing; Ok Taec Yeon/NG/Park Jae Bum
Rating; PG-13
Summary; Losing Park Jae Bum, Vannie turns to alcohol and accidental sex with his best friend. Oh. Crap.
Chapter Two.
Jay called me later that night. I was so afraid to answer the phone. What if Woo had told him? What if Taec had told him? The thoughts scared me so much, but I knew that I needed to answer the phone anyway. I knew I needed to talk to him.
“Hello, dear,” his voice sang as I answered. He sounded so wonderful, so amazing, so perfect. My heart broke at the sound, at the thought of everything I had done to him so easily. It was so wrong and I hated how right it felt as it transpired.
I hated how I had no idea how I could tell him.
“How are you?” I asked him. My voice was so weak compared to his joyful tone. I hated it as well. I cursed myself silently as I waited for his reply.
“I’m good,” he told me. I could feel the smile in his voice. “It’s really nice spending time with my family lately. It’ll be great to spend Christmas with them this year. I’ve missed my family more than I had realized.” I nodded. I had always wondered what his family was like. He had met mine time and time again, but all of his was a mystery. “And how are you?”
“I’m okay,” I said. It was the far from the truth, but I really did not like the truth and I knew he wouldn’t either. “I miss you,” I told him, unable to stop myself from crying. I just prayed that he wouldn’t notice. I couldn’t handle the idea of him knowing how much him being away was killing me.
“I miss you too.” His words lingered for a few moments, neither of us sure what else there was to say. It was as simple as us missing each other. It was because of that that I was in the mess with Taec. Missing Jay ruined me, simple as that.
“Would you do me a favour?” The words surprised me as they jumped from the silence. I immediately began nodding, forgetting that he couldn’t see the action.
“Of course,” I said, “anything.”
“I bought all the guys Christmas gifts except for Taec because he’s so picky. Would you take him shopping and buy him something for me? I’ll pay you back, of course. I just don’t know what to get him and I’d rather he just pick it out himself.”
“Wait,” I said, making sure that I understood what exactly he was asking, “you want me to take Taec Yeon shopping for you?”
“Yes.”
“Why can’t you just buy him a gift card or something?!” I exclaimed, horror and anger taking me over. It would not be a smart idea for me to be around Taec. Definitely not smart at all.
“I can’t buy gift cards for Korean stores while I’m here, Van. Plus, I thought the two of you would have fun together.” He sounded so happy and free. He didn’t see anything wrong with what he was proposing. If I had been able to bring myself to tell him, he wouldn’t support it at all. But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
“Fun,” I said, nodding my head simply. “Sure thing.”
Jay smiled and said, “Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered, my voice and hands shaking as I hung up the phone. I let out a loud sigh. I began strolling through my contacts, looking for Taec’s number.
Once I had him, I called him up - after triple checking that it was him I was calling (and not Woo Young) - ready to have the “fun” that Jae Bum so desperately wanted us to.
“You didn’t tell him yet, did you?”
It was the first thing he asked when he saw me. His voice was so harsh, so angry. I couldn’t stand to look at his face, rather opting for his shirt. It was an odd orange colour. It didn’t suit him at all.
“I tried to,” I whined. “I really did. But I accidently for some reason called Woo Young instead and so now he knows instead of Jay. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. And when he called tonight, I just couldn’t do it. I wanted to and I know I need to. But, really, Taec, can you blame me? I don’t want to ruin what we have. I really don’t want to.”
“But he deserves to know.” It was a simple statement, but such a true one. I hated how true it was. It was amazing much I hated when Taec Yeon was involved.
“I know,” I said, a sigh escaping my teeth. “He does. But how?”
“I can tell him if you want,” he answers, shrugging his shoulders as we walk over to his car. “He’ll probably still love you and just hate me. You’ll be fine, Vannie. Honestly.”
I nodded, unsure what else to do. I couldn’t think of how else to reply. “But I don’t want him to hate you,” I eventually told him. “He should hate me, not you.”
Taec Yeon smiled slightly and said, “But that’s not for us to decide. But, let’s just enjoy the night and tomorrow, we can deal with Jay. Together.”
I smiled up at him. He really was beautiful and I hated that as well.
“Together."