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There is a time and place for everything. As Hongki dove out of bed and onto the floor to pick up his clothes he realized that this was not the time or the place. There it was again, the relentless knocking on the glass door that echoed from the foyer. He raced his partner to the bathroom door, where he had previously found an escape route just last week. As a quick good-bye glance was exchanged she quickly closed the door behind him and he was climbing out of the window within seconds.
This wasn't a typical night for Hongki. He didn't usually find himself sneaking out of windows and running through narrow alley ways. As he pulled his hooded shirt over his head he let out a sigh of relief. It's not that he's scared. There was no big and bad boyfriend to scare him into a corner and possibly, or...most likely, beat him black and blue..No, his reason for retreating was far more closer to the heart. He knew that on the other side of that door was not some brute, but instead, it was a tall, lean and dark headed prince. A smooth talker with real charm. It was his band mate, his best friend..or even more than that. His night time lover.
Lee Hongki had not always been this..caring, as he put it. Keeping this secret was a sign of love to him...however damaging it could be. But Choi Jonghun was more than someone to love. More than his best friend. Hongki picked up his pace and ran through the streets of Gangnam, dodging every busy passerby and made his way up the stairs of his building. He didn't have the strength to go inside... to face Seunghyun, his other band mate, who was no doubt still awake and awaiting his friends arrival. Probably sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch with that concerned look of his. Hongki knew that he would be bombarded with a million questions. Instead he steadied himself against the cold brick wall and shook his head before he sauntered off through the streets again.
Wonbin was tipping his coffee cup back and forth with his finger. Watching the liquid swish from side to side, he sighed and lifted his head up to meet the clear yet troubled reflection in the store window. He wondered to himself what trouble his best friend could have caused now. Smirking at the phone call he received just minutes earlier he knew that it had to be something good to be convinced into a cup of coffee at nearly midnight. Thinking back to a year before...this was a regular occurance... but it had since stopped...Wonbin being busy and rarley thinking about anything but his music and guitar had put a lot of distance between him and his friends. His smirk grew into a wide smile as he thought about how no matter what the case he was still called upon and still drug out of his house by pleading cries of his best friend.
He was quickly thrown out of his thoughts as the store bell rang and echoed through the silence. He was met by a familiar grin. "Hongki-ah...what is it now?" Wonbin looked down and picked up his cup with both hands before returning his gaze to Hongki's bloodshot eyes. Wonbin had wonder if he had been crying, though on the phone it didn't sound much like tears were being shed. "I can't do it anymore..." Hongki declared as he took the warm coffee offered to him. "I just can't do it." Wonbin's smile turned stiff and as he glances at the clock he shifted slightly in his chair. "I mean..." Hongki continued with a tight grip on the cup, "I can't just keep hurting people like this...right?" Wonbin nodded, "Just find another girl. You never have any trouble with that. It'll be like replacing old slippe-" before Wonbin could finish he was cut off "It's not about the girl this time Binnie." Silence suddenly engulfed the two. Hongki knew that it was a mistake to come here in the first place but where else was there for him to go? "Yah! Tell me you aren't still...involved! You know that's trouble... and not just for you!"
This wasn't a typical night for Hongki. He didn't usually find himself sneaking out of windows and running through narrow alley ways. As he pulled his hooded shirt over his head he let out a sigh of relief. It's not that he's scared. There was no big and bad boyfriend to scare him into a corner and possibly, or...most likely, beat him black and blue..No, his reason for retreating was far more closer to the heart. He knew that on the other side of that door was not some brute, but instead, it was a tall, lean and dark headed prince. A smooth talker with real charm. It was his band mate, his best friend..or even more than that. His night time lover.
Lee Hongki had not always been this..caring, as he put it. Keeping this secret was a sign of love to him...however damaging it could be. But Choi Jonghun was more than someone to love. More than his best friend. Hongki picked up his pace and ran through the streets of Gangnam, dodging every busy passerby and made his way up the stairs of his building. He didn't have the strength to go inside... to face Seunghyun, his other band mate, who was no doubt still awake and awaiting his friends arrival. Probably sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch with that concerned look of his. Hongki knew that he would be bombarded with a million questions. Instead he steadied himself against the cold brick wall and shook his head before he sauntered off through the streets again.
Wonbin was tipping his coffee cup back and forth with his finger. Watching the liquid swish from side to side, he sighed and lifted his head up to meet the clear yet troubled reflection in the store window. He wondered to himself what trouble his best friend could have caused now. Smirking at the phone call he received just minutes earlier he knew that it had to be something good to be convinced into a cup of coffee at nearly midnight. Thinking back to a year before...this was a regular occurance... but it had since stopped...Wonbin being busy and rarley thinking about anything but his music and guitar had put a lot of distance between him and his friends. His smirk grew into a wide smile as he thought about how no matter what the case he was still called upon and still drug out of his house by pleading cries of his best friend.
He was quickly thrown out of his thoughts as the store bell rang and echoed through the silence. He was met by a familiar grin. "Hongki-ah...what is it now?" Wonbin looked down and picked up his cup with both hands before returning his gaze to Hongki's bloodshot eyes. Wonbin had wonder if he had been crying, though on the phone it didn't sound much like tears were being shed. "I can't do it anymore..." Hongki declared as he took the warm coffee offered to him. "I just can't do it." Wonbin's smile turned stiff and as he glances at the clock he shifted slightly in his chair. "I mean..." Hongki continued with a tight grip on the cup, "I can't just keep hurting people like this...right?" Wonbin nodded, "Just find another girl. You never have any trouble with that. It'll be like replacing old slippe-" before Wonbin could finish he was cut off "It's not about the girl this time Binnie." Silence suddenly engulfed the two. Hongki knew that it was a mistake to come here in the first place but where else was there for him to go? "Yah! Tell me you aren't still...involved! You know that's trouble... and not just for you!"