Story Of Us [5/?]
Title: Story Of Us [5/?]
Author: FloweryMisha
Pairing: KiWoon
Warning: BoyxBoy love. Enough said.
Summary: Kikwang’s in the fourth phase of the relationship. Friends. Dating. Engaged. Marriage.
[4]
***
Dongwoon brought a hand to his mouth, wiping something that’s not even there as he read the proposal. His eyes followed the sentences, words per words, and the only sound that was heard, was the flipping paper Dongwoon made with his finger.
Kevin gulped nervously, hands lacing tight-too tight that his knuckles went white-as he kept eyeing Dongwoon. It was not his first project, to be honest, but this is Son Dongwoon. The mighty, powerful, famous-handsome added-Son Dongwoon. Everyone would kill to be his partner. Everyone would do anything for him to say yes, to accept their offer, to sign the deal, to work together-and if he’s able to convince Dongwoon, his boss would be so damn proud and he’d get a raise-and perhaps a promotion.
Beside him, Siwan could only blink at Dongwoon. He was also waiting, but Kevin couldn’t help but noticing that the pretty male had been gawking since the first time Dongwoon entered the room. It can’t be blamed, Dongwoon was so attractive and he caught everyone’s attention the first time he appeared in front of the exclusive bar. The male was tall, neat, and surprisingly mature for his age. Dongjun, even though he was the youngest, looked the calmest among them all. He simply sat and crossed his arms, waiting.
They exchanged glances with each other and Kevin mentally crossed his fingers. Whatever happens, at least he’s done his best. It was just a matter of luck if Dongwoon agreed or disagreed. Kevin’s ready.
“Alright,” Dongwoon finished reading and leaned his back against the chair. “When do we start?”
Kevin looked up abruptly and Siwan was making a weird noise beside him. Their proposal was accepted. Kevin enchanted silent prayers inwardly and grinned at Dongwoon. He looked so relieved. Siwan smiled at him and ordered another bottle of wine to celebrate the event. The waitress nodded and she disappeared to grab his order.
They talked for a while about a few details and the music outside their room was starting to blast. The bar had opened and it was starting to get crowded, judging from the voices.
Dongwoon sighed. He didn’t even know why he agreed to hold the meeting at such place-all he knew that Kevin’s company was Junhyung’s recommendation, and he decided it won’t hurt to try to negotiate. And Junhyung’s recommendation was right-Kevin was good. He glanced at his watch, thinking it’s time for him to go home and have dinner. Dongwoon glanced at Narsha and she nodded, getting ready to leave.
“Leaving so soon?”, Kevin seemed surprised. “But you haven’t even try the good stuff yet.”
Dongwoon frowned. “Good stuff?”
“The girls, or boys-whichever you preferred.”
Dongwoon was quiet. He narrowed his eyes to Kevin, trying to catch the hidden plan behind the sentence. He’s not sure if he understands, but Dongwoon knew-and his feeling was always right-this has something to do with paying a girl or a boy to please you. Stripper. Or even worse.
“That is unnecessary,” Narsha spoke.
“But this is our treat,” Siwan suddenly said. “Please, at least let us do something in return.”
“You already got the deal,” Dongwoon said. “That is enough.”
“We’re not that kind of person,” Narsha gathered their things and stood up. “Excuse us, gentlemen, we’ll be on our way.” The long haired woman gave a look at Dongwoon and walked out of the door.
Dongwoon also stood up and bowed at his new partners. Kevin and Siwan, who seemed guilty for what they said, also stood up instantly and bowed even deeper. The taller male was heading to the door when Dongjun spoke,
“Are you sure?”
Dongwoon stopped and stared at Dongjun. He lifted up his left hand. “I’m married.”
Dongjun only raised his brows at Dongwoon’s answer. He said nothing even after he left.
Why should you be so loyal?
***
Dongjun came a lot to Dongwoon’s office. Kevin sent him as a representative from their company and being the obedient maknae, he did it whole heartedly. Dongjun easily make friends with almost everyone in the office, they seemed to love him already. The girls blushed everytime he walked in front of them, giggling and gossiping madly about his abs. After a few days going back and forth to the Son company, no one interesting caught his eyes. Everything was fine and normal, until one day, a male changed it and the situation reversed.
He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life-okay, so he thought Siwan was the prettiest male on their office, but too bad he’s already claimed by Kwanghee. And Chunji, who’s also already dating Byunghyun in their company. Both Siwan and Chunji were beautiful, but they didn’t make his heart go beating like crazy. He only thought of them of good looking, period.
But this male...
Dongjun had his eyes following the male even after he disappeared in the corner. Jet black hair, smooth skin, and those lips-those damn, full, lips. What would it take to taste those lips? Sanity? Insanity?
He slowly followed him, trying not to be so obvious. Dongjun saw him in front of Dongwoon’s office and he quickly took a step back, peeking from the corner. And his heart was torn to pieces.
Dongwoon pecked him lightly and took a lunchbox from his hand. He smiled-Dongjun never saw him smiled like that before, not even once-and ruffled the shorter male’s hair affectionately. Dongjun felt himself pressed his own lips into a thin line unconsciously and recalled the words Dongwoon had said the other night.
I’m married.
So that angel is the person you’re giving your loyalty to?
Dongjun held his breath as he realized the male was already heading to his direction. He instinctively leaned his back against the wall, suddenly lost the idea of what to do. Luckily, the male walked casually and he didn’t seem to notice Dongjun who practically glued his back on the wall.
“Angel...”, Dongjun whispered.
He’s Dongwoon’s husband. Keep that in mind, Dongjun.
But dammit, Dongjun had never wanted something so much in his life.
***
It took Dongjun a few days to know Kikwang’s activities. No, he’s not a stalker-is he?-he’s just, just a normal person who’s curious about the object of his affection. It’s normal. It’s so fucking normal.
If he’s not someone else’s husband.
Dongjun knew how many times a week Kikwang went out shopping. The route he takes. The supermarket he goes to. If it’s urgent, which minimart he goes to. His choice of coffee. His brand of toothpaste. Everything.
He’s not a stalker.
No, he’s just madly in love.
Dongjun thought just by staring at Kikwang from afar would be enough. That it would somehow dismiss his curiosity. But day by day, the feelings grown deeper, and the mantra “He’s someone else’s husband” is just not working. What is he? An angel, or a devil disguised in an angel form? Dongjun was so desperate to catch his attention.
And one day, on his lunch break, Dongjun just couldn’t take it anymore. He has to talk. A greeting. A word or two. A confession.
Kikwang was standing in front of the counter, tilting his head to one side, thinking should he get the usual coffee or he’d try something else today. But before he opened his mouth to speak, someone beside him spoke first.
“He’ll have the usual Mocha Frapuccino, and I’ll have the Java Chip,” Dongjun said and the cashier nodded.
Kikwang turned his head and stared at the male dumbly. The male only stared back and he smiled. Kikwang blinked, not knowing what to do. When the cashier handed two cups of coffee to him, the male quickly grabbed a few bills from his wallet and paid. Kikwang stuttered.
“W-w-wait-“
“My treat,” the male smiled, grabbed the cups and gestured Kikwang an empty spot.
Kikwang looked confused but followed the male anyway. They sat and he was handed his cup.
“Kim Dongjun,” Dongjun introduced himself and offered his hand. Kikwang hesitantly took his hand before replying,
“Son Kikwang.”
They fell silent for a while. Dongjun sipped his drink while Kikwang did nothing. He could only stared blankly at the male. The male who suddenly appeared and knew his usual order, even paying for it, and now they’re sitting together and drink coffee like it’s nothing?
Kikwang hastily took his money from his pocket. “This is for the coffee.”
“I told you it’s my treat,” Dongjun shook his head. He didn’t want to accept the money.
“B-but-“
He stutters a lot. Cute.
“Hyung,” Dongjun rested his chin on his fist and he stared meaningfully at Kikwang. The latter shifted uncomfortably under the gaze.
“Yes?”
Why are you so beautiful?
“Go out with me.”
Kikwang froze. He suddenly forgot how to breathe. So the male decided to appeared suddenly out of nowhere, ordered his usual and even paying for it, they sit together and drink coffee like it’s nothing, and he’s asking him out? Kikwang was so speechless and he didn’t know what to say. W-wait, what did he just think? He did know what to say.
Woonie.
Still unable to recovered from the shock, Kikwang could only lifted his hand, showing him the ring finger.
“I’m married.”
Same answer. But did Dongjun care? No.
Dongjun shrugged. “So? I’m fine being your second man.”
So he admitted that the male in front of him was attractive-everyone around him had been stealing glances at Dongjun and Kikwang realized it. But this is wrong. This male-this damn male-shouldn’t say those things-knowing that he’s even married. And it’s not even a normal thing to say “I’m fine being your second man” when you ask someone out and they’re already married.
Kikwang’s mind had been giving him options such as leaving and never looked back, call Dongwoon to whine, or even to slap the other male. The first choice, always win. “I’m leaving,” Kikwang whispered, gathered his things awkwardly and was standing up when Dongjun said,
“How do you know Dongwoon-hyung’s loyal to you?”
Kikwang was surprised. They stared at each other, and suddenly Kikwang could feel his heart was beating fast. He was...somehow intimidated by Dongjun’s gaze. But the most important thing was, how the hell did he know Dongwoon?
“I mean it,” Dongjun shoved Kikwang his cup of coffee. “Please, consider it.”
***
Dongwoon came home late that night, when Kikwang was already in bed.
But Kikwang wasn’t asleep. He listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, the sound of the drawer’s being opened, and the sound Dongwoon stumbled onto the bed, pulling Kikwang closer by the waist to his chest. Kikwang opened his eyes and gazed at the pattern on Dongwoon’s T-shirt.
He wanted to tell Dongwoon what happened earlier, he wanted to ask Dongwoon what Dongjun meant, he wanted to ask a lot, but he couldn’t. Kikwang knew Dongwoon was tired, and an angry plus tired Dongwoon is something that Kikwang avoided.
“Woonie?”
“Hm,” Dongwoon mumbled sleepily.
“If...anything happens, you’d...tell me, right?”
“Of course.”
Kikwang played with the hem of Dongwoon’s T-shirt. Should he tell him now? Or should he wait for a better moment?
“Woonie...someone...”
He gulped and tried to finish the sentence.
“...asked me out.”
Kikwang looked up and couldn’t help but smile as he realized his husband was already asleep. He caressed the cheek lovingly. Even in his sleep Dongwoon still looked perfectly handsome. Kikwang loves this man. He likes the way his heart beats for this man only. No way in the whole world that Kikwang’s gonna ruin their relationship just by someone-a stranger to be exact.
Well, they could always talk some other time...
“Of course.”
Kikwang didn’t know if Dongwoon meant it or not, because the latter had already asleep.
But he just wanted to believe that Dongwoon really, really meant it.
***
Dongjun was persistent.
He texted Kikwang at least thrice a day, like drinking medicines.
Kikwang ignored it, but he couldn’t help feeling that Dongjun’s actually a nice kid. If he’s texting someone his age-preferably single-Kikwang bet that person would fall in love with him quickly. Dongjun was sweet-just your typical sweetheart. Sometimes Kikwang would find himself smiling at the cheesiness, how the words that were used so not for Kikwang-Dongwoon had never even used them.
But this is wrong. And he always texts Kikwang in the morning and afternoon-whenever Dongwoon’s not around. Of course by night Kikwang would’ve deleted all his text messages, he’s afraid if Dongwoon suddenly decided it’s a nice night to check on Kikwang’s inbox. Kikwang just didn’t want to fight with Dongwoon. Although he admitted that he did enjoy the hot blowing mind make up sex after that...
But Dongjun, once again, was persistent.
How can you be so sure of Dongwoon-hyung?
Kikwang refused to reply, he refused to think about it. But when you get a text from someone everyday, every single day, asking the same question over and over again, slowly but sure there’s gonna be something in your heart. Something...disturbing.
Kikwang was starting to doubt.
He didn’t know if he doubted Dongjun for being such an evil maknae, or if he doubted...Dongwoon.
Did Dongjun really know something that Kikwang didn’t? Or Dongjun was just trying to ruin his marriage? He did tell him that he’s okay being the third person, afterall...
Fate was nice to Dongjun that day.
Dongjun met Dongwoon earlier in the restroom. They were talking, and when Dongjun had finished washing his hands on the sink, the paper towels were out. So Dongwoon offered him his handkerchief-which was gladly accepted by the younger male. When he’s about to return it, Dongwoon was called by a co worker and he walked out of the restroom. Dongjun took it as an opportunity-he knew that Dongwoon always put his handkerchief in his blazer’s inside pocket, and he put some of his perfume on the cloth. Luckily he always brought a small bottle for a spare.
Later, when he met Dongwoon again, Dongjun thanked him for the handkerchief and Dongwoon put it inside of his blazer casually.
Dongwoon came home late again that night due to a sudden discussion with Kevin in the office. When he got home, Kikwang already prepared him a hot bath. As Dongwoon took his bath, Kikwang grabbed his clothes and was about to toss them to the basket when he smelled a strange scent of perfume. He brought Dongwoon’s blazer to his nose and sniffed.
It’s not Woonie’s. Not mine, either. So whose...?
Kikwang felt a pang in his heart. He checked the pockets and found Dongwoon’s handkerchief, full with someone’s scent. His mind was filled with assumptions, but the one that was most repeated: Was Dongjun right? Was he being ignorant? Did Dongwoon act strange but Kikwang chose not to notice it?
His eyes were stung with tears, but Kikwang did his best not to cry. He won’t cry. He just won’t.
But never had Kikwang felt so betrayed...
The next day, when Dongwoon was getting ready for work-he looked so tired, Kikwang could see visible bags under his eyes and he braved himself to ask once again.
“Woonie...”
“Hm?”
“If...anything ever happens, you’d tell me...right?”
Kikwang tried to not sound so desperate and he forced a smile. Dongwoon frowned at the question, but at the moment he could only thought, Kikwang meant about all the work. Lately Dongwoon hasn’t shared anything, perhaps that was it. He just didn’t think it’d be important to share about all the problems and stuffs at work.
“Of course,” Dongwoon replied.
Then why didn’t you say anything?
***
Dongwoon was being himself.
And Kikwang knew it. He knew it, but he didn’t know if he believed it. With Dongwoon’s not saying anything-and Kikwang’s not asking too much either-and Dongjun’s loving messages, Kikwang was...beyond confused. He wanted to tell someone, he wanted to share, if only Mir was around-but no, the male was somewhere outside Korea and he’s not sure when he’ll be back.
Kikwang wanted to ask Narsha, but... It’s like the most impossible among the impossible choices.
In the end, Kikwang was left with no one and he kept it all inside. Just like the usual Kikwang.
“Hyung?”
Kikwang looked up only to find Dongjun smiling kindly at him. He’s kind of used to it, actually. Sometimes Dongjun would just appear and be a nice person to chat with. Sometimes Dongjun would just appear and realizing Kikwang’s not in the mood to talk, he’d just sit nicely and accompany him.
“May I sit here?”
He should’ve just said no, but instead the older male nodded slowly and Dongjun seated himself in front of Kikwang.
“I got good news,” Dongjun said excitedly. “And bad news. But it’s always good to hear about the good thing first right? So...here’s the good one. I got an offer from the American company. But I’m gonna have to go to Seattle first for the training, though...what do you think, Hyung?”
Kikwang’s eyes widened in surprised. For a moment, he forgot all the pain he felt inside and was truly happy. “That’s wonderful! I mean, you should go...for your own good. It’s not like everyday you’re getting an offer from a foreign company, right? But...what’s the bad news?”
Dongjun bit his bottom lip and for the first time, he looked worried. “Come with me, Hyung.”
Kikwang stared blankly at Dongjun. “What?”
“I want you to come with me. We’ll go to Seattle together. Start a new life...with me.”
What are you talking about?
“I’ll be loyal to you, Hyung.”
You’re asking me to...
“Leave your husband.”
“You’re talking non sense,” Kikwang said with lips trembling. He was somewhere in the middle between confused and angry.
“Hyung, listen to me. I know that all marriage’s like that-so Dongwoon-hyung’s working and you’re staying at home. You guys only meet at night, and-and did he ever text you like I text you? Did you know what he do whenever he’s meeting clients outside the office? Did you ever find someone else’s scent-a pungent smell on his clothes? Did he ever tell you anything-anything-about what’s happening in the office? As in details?”
“Stop,” Kikwang whispered. Stop being so mean. “Stop, Dongjun-ah.”
“No. I’m trying to make you realize, Hyung. If it was me... I’d never do that. I’d never change. Not to you.”
Change?
Dongwoon’s not changing. Dongwoon’s being his usual self. Dongwoon’s just...busy.
Is he?
Kikwang didn’t know. He closed his eyes in pain and brought his hands to his face. His wall of defense started crumbling down. His doubt was getting bigger and bigger. He didn’t know who to trust anymore. What should he do?
Dongjun sighed and glanced at his watch. “I gotta go packing. Maybe you should go home and start packing too.” He stood up and grabbed Kikwang’s shoulder, but the latter kept avoiding his gaze. “If you change your mind, Hyung...”
Kikwang felt the squeeze on his shoulder got tighter.
“...I’ll be waiting tomorrow night at the airport.”
[6]
WHAT KIND OF A STORY HAS THIS CHAPTER TURNED INTO? ASGSFJKHFKSHJDH:SKL!
Author: FloweryMisha
Pairing: KiWoon
Warning: BoyxBoy love. Enough said.
Summary: Kikwang’s in the fourth phase of the relationship. Friends. Dating. Engaged. Marriage.
[4]
***
Dongwoon brought a hand to his mouth, wiping something that’s not even there as he read the proposal. His eyes followed the sentences, words per words, and the only sound that was heard, was the flipping paper Dongwoon made with his finger.
Kevin gulped nervously, hands lacing tight-too tight that his knuckles went white-as he kept eyeing Dongwoon. It was not his first project, to be honest, but this is Son Dongwoon. The mighty, powerful, famous-handsome added-Son Dongwoon. Everyone would kill to be his partner. Everyone would do anything for him to say yes, to accept their offer, to sign the deal, to work together-and if he’s able to convince Dongwoon, his boss would be so damn proud and he’d get a raise-and perhaps a promotion.
Beside him, Siwan could only blink at Dongwoon. He was also waiting, but Kevin couldn’t help but noticing that the pretty male had been gawking since the first time Dongwoon entered the room. It can’t be blamed, Dongwoon was so attractive and he caught everyone’s attention the first time he appeared in front of the exclusive bar. The male was tall, neat, and surprisingly mature for his age. Dongjun, even though he was the youngest, looked the calmest among them all. He simply sat and crossed his arms, waiting.
They exchanged glances with each other and Kevin mentally crossed his fingers. Whatever happens, at least he’s done his best. It was just a matter of luck if Dongwoon agreed or disagreed. Kevin’s ready.
“Alright,” Dongwoon finished reading and leaned his back against the chair. “When do we start?”
Kevin looked up abruptly and Siwan was making a weird noise beside him. Their proposal was accepted. Kevin enchanted silent prayers inwardly and grinned at Dongwoon. He looked so relieved. Siwan smiled at him and ordered another bottle of wine to celebrate the event. The waitress nodded and she disappeared to grab his order.
They talked for a while about a few details and the music outside their room was starting to blast. The bar had opened and it was starting to get crowded, judging from the voices.
Dongwoon sighed. He didn’t even know why he agreed to hold the meeting at such place-all he knew that Kevin’s company was Junhyung’s recommendation, and he decided it won’t hurt to try to negotiate. And Junhyung’s recommendation was right-Kevin was good. He glanced at his watch, thinking it’s time for him to go home and have dinner. Dongwoon glanced at Narsha and she nodded, getting ready to leave.
“Leaving so soon?”, Kevin seemed surprised. “But you haven’t even try the good stuff yet.”
Dongwoon frowned. “Good stuff?”
“The girls, or boys-whichever you preferred.”
Dongwoon was quiet. He narrowed his eyes to Kevin, trying to catch the hidden plan behind the sentence. He’s not sure if he understands, but Dongwoon knew-and his feeling was always right-this has something to do with paying a girl or a boy to please you. Stripper. Or even worse.
“That is unnecessary,” Narsha spoke.
“But this is our treat,” Siwan suddenly said. “Please, at least let us do something in return.”
“You already got the deal,” Dongwoon said. “That is enough.”
“We’re not that kind of person,” Narsha gathered their things and stood up. “Excuse us, gentlemen, we’ll be on our way.” The long haired woman gave a look at Dongwoon and walked out of the door.
Dongwoon also stood up and bowed at his new partners. Kevin and Siwan, who seemed guilty for what they said, also stood up instantly and bowed even deeper. The taller male was heading to the door when Dongjun spoke,
“Are you sure?”
Dongwoon stopped and stared at Dongjun. He lifted up his left hand. “I’m married.”
Dongjun only raised his brows at Dongwoon’s answer. He said nothing even after he left.
Why should you be so loyal?
***
Dongjun came a lot to Dongwoon’s office. Kevin sent him as a representative from their company and being the obedient maknae, he did it whole heartedly. Dongjun easily make friends with almost everyone in the office, they seemed to love him already. The girls blushed everytime he walked in front of them, giggling and gossiping madly about his abs. After a few days going back and forth to the Son company, no one interesting caught his eyes. Everything was fine and normal, until one day, a male changed it and the situation reversed.
He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life-okay, so he thought Siwan was the prettiest male on their office, but too bad he’s already claimed by Kwanghee. And Chunji, who’s also already dating Byunghyun in their company. Both Siwan and Chunji were beautiful, but they didn’t make his heart go beating like crazy. He only thought of them of good looking, period.
But this male...
Dongjun had his eyes following the male even after he disappeared in the corner. Jet black hair, smooth skin, and those lips-those damn, full, lips. What would it take to taste those lips? Sanity? Insanity?
He slowly followed him, trying not to be so obvious. Dongjun saw him in front of Dongwoon’s office and he quickly took a step back, peeking from the corner. And his heart was torn to pieces.
Dongwoon pecked him lightly and took a lunchbox from his hand. He smiled-Dongjun never saw him smiled like that before, not even once-and ruffled the shorter male’s hair affectionately. Dongjun felt himself pressed his own lips into a thin line unconsciously and recalled the words Dongwoon had said the other night.
I’m married.
So that angel is the person you’re giving your loyalty to?
Dongjun held his breath as he realized the male was already heading to his direction. He instinctively leaned his back against the wall, suddenly lost the idea of what to do. Luckily, the male walked casually and he didn’t seem to notice Dongjun who practically glued his back on the wall.
“Angel...”, Dongjun whispered.
He’s Dongwoon’s husband. Keep that in mind, Dongjun.
But dammit, Dongjun had never wanted something so much in his life.
***
It took Dongjun a few days to know Kikwang’s activities. No, he’s not a stalker-is he?-he’s just, just a normal person who’s curious about the object of his affection. It’s normal. It’s so fucking normal.
If he’s not someone else’s husband.
Dongjun knew how many times a week Kikwang went out shopping. The route he takes. The supermarket he goes to. If it’s urgent, which minimart he goes to. His choice of coffee. His brand of toothpaste. Everything.
He’s not a stalker.
No, he’s just madly in love.
Dongjun thought just by staring at Kikwang from afar would be enough. That it would somehow dismiss his curiosity. But day by day, the feelings grown deeper, and the mantra “He’s someone else’s husband” is just not working. What is he? An angel, or a devil disguised in an angel form? Dongjun was so desperate to catch his attention.
And one day, on his lunch break, Dongjun just couldn’t take it anymore. He has to talk. A greeting. A word or two. A confession.
Kikwang was standing in front of the counter, tilting his head to one side, thinking should he get the usual coffee or he’d try something else today. But before he opened his mouth to speak, someone beside him spoke first.
“He’ll have the usual Mocha Frapuccino, and I’ll have the Java Chip,” Dongjun said and the cashier nodded.
Kikwang turned his head and stared at the male dumbly. The male only stared back and he smiled. Kikwang blinked, not knowing what to do. When the cashier handed two cups of coffee to him, the male quickly grabbed a few bills from his wallet and paid. Kikwang stuttered.
“W-w-wait-“
“My treat,” the male smiled, grabbed the cups and gestured Kikwang an empty spot.
Kikwang looked confused but followed the male anyway. They sat and he was handed his cup.
“Kim Dongjun,” Dongjun introduced himself and offered his hand. Kikwang hesitantly took his hand before replying,
“Son Kikwang.”
They fell silent for a while. Dongjun sipped his drink while Kikwang did nothing. He could only stared blankly at the male. The male who suddenly appeared and knew his usual order, even paying for it, and now they’re sitting together and drink coffee like it’s nothing?
Kikwang hastily took his money from his pocket. “This is for the coffee.”
“I told you it’s my treat,” Dongjun shook his head. He didn’t want to accept the money.
“B-but-“
He stutters a lot. Cute.
“Hyung,” Dongjun rested his chin on his fist and he stared meaningfully at Kikwang. The latter shifted uncomfortably under the gaze.
“Yes?”
Why are you so beautiful?
“Go out with me.”
Kikwang froze. He suddenly forgot how to breathe. So the male decided to appeared suddenly out of nowhere, ordered his usual and even paying for it, they sit together and drink coffee like it’s nothing, and he’s asking him out? Kikwang was so speechless and he didn’t know what to say. W-wait, what did he just think? He did know what to say.
Woonie.
Still unable to recovered from the shock, Kikwang could only lifted his hand, showing him the ring finger.
“I’m married.”
Same answer. But did Dongjun care? No.
Dongjun shrugged. “So? I’m fine being your second man.”
So he admitted that the male in front of him was attractive-everyone around him had been stealing glances at Dongjun and Kikwang realized it. But this is wrong. This male-this damn male-shouldn’t say those things-knowing that he’s even married. And it’s not even a normal thing to say “I’m fine being your second man” when you ask someone out and they’re already married.
Kikwang’s mind had been giving him options such as leaving and never looked back, call Dongwoon to whine, or even to slap the other male. The first choice, always win. “I’m leaving,” Kikwang whispered, gathered his things awkwardly and was standing up when Dongjun said,
“How do you know Dongwoon-hyung’s loyal to you?”
Kikwang was surprised. They stared at each other, and suddenly Kikwang could feel his heart was beating fast. He was...somehow intimidated by Dongjun’s gaze. But the most important thing was, how the hell did he know Dongwoon?
“I mean it,” Dongjun shoved Kikwang his cup of coffee. “Please, consider it.”
***
Dongwoon came home late that night, when Kikwang was already in bed.
But Kikwang wasn’t asleep. He listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, the sound of the drawer’s being opened, and the sound Dongwoon stumbled onto the bed, pulling Kikwang closer by the waist to his chest. Kikwang opened his eyes and gazed at the pattern on Dongwoon’s T-shirt.
He wanted to tell Dongwoon what happened earlier, he wanted to ask Dongwoon what Dongjun meant, he wanted to ask a lot, but he couldn’t. Kikwang knew Dongwoon was tired, and an angry plus tired Dongwoon is something that Kikwang avoided.
“Woonie?”
“Hm,” Dongwoon mumbled sleepily.
“If...anything happens, you’d...tell me, right?”
“Of course.”
Kikwang played with the hem of Dongwoon’s T-shirt. Should he tell him now? Or should he wait for a better moment?
“Woonie...someone...”
He gulped and tried to finish the sentence.
“...asked me out.”
Kikwang looked up and couldn’t help but smile as he realized his husband was already asleep. He caressed the cheek lovingly. Even in his sleep Dongwoon still looked perfectly handsome. Kikwang loves this man. He likes the way his heart beats for this man only. No way in the whole world that Kikwang’s gonna ruin their relationship just by someone-a stranger to be exact.
Well, they could always talk some other time...
“Of course.”
Kikwang didn’t know if Dongwoon meant it or not, because the latter had already asleep.
But he just wanted to believe that Dongwoon really, really meant it.
***
Dongjun was persistent.
He texted Kikwang at least thrice a day, like drinking medicines.
Kikwang ignored it, but he couldn’t help feeling that Dongjun’s actually a nice kid. If he’s texting someone his age-preferably single-Kikwang bet that person would fall in love with him quickly. Dongjun was sweet-just your typical sweetheart. Sometimes Kikwang would find himself smiling at the cheesiness, how the words that were used so not for Kikwang-Dongwoon had never even used them.
But this is wrong. And he always texts Kikwang in the morning and afternoon-whenever Dongwoon’s not around. Of course by night Kikwang would’ve deleted all his text messages, he’s afraid if Dongwoon suddenly decided it’s a nice night to check on Kikwang’s inbox. Kikwang just didn’t want to fight with Dongwoon. Although he admitted that he did enjoy the hot blowing mind make up sex after that...
But Dongjun, once again, was persistent.
How can you be so sure of Dongwoon-hyung?
Kikwang refused to reply, he refused to think about it. But when you get a text from someone everyday, every single day, asking the same question over and over again, slowly but sure there’s gonna be something in your heart. Something...disturbing.
Kikwang was starting to doubt.
He didn’t know if he doubted Dongjun for being such an evil maknae, or if he doubted...Dongwoon.
Did Dongjun really know something that Kikwang didn’t? Or Dongjun was just trying to ruin his marriage? He did tell him that he’s okay being the third person, afterall...
Fate was nice to Dongjun that day.
Dongjun met Dongwoon earlier in the restroom. They were talking, and when Dongjun had finished washing his hands on the sink, the paper towels were out. So Dongwoon offered him his handkerchief-which was gladly accepted by the younger male. When he’s about to return it, Dongwoon was called by a co worker and he walked out of the restroom. Dongjun took it as an opportunity-he knew that Dongwoon always put his handkerchief in his blazer’s inside pocket, and he put some of his perfume on the cloth. Luckily he always brought a small bottle for a spare.
Later, when he met Dongwoon again, Dongjun thanked him for the handkerchief and Dongwoon put it inside of his blazer casually.
Dongwoon came home late again that night due to a sudden discussion with Kevin in the office. When he got home, Kikwang already prepared him a hot bath. As Dongwoon took his bath, Kikwang grabbed his clothes and was about to toss them to the basket when he smelled a strange scent of perfume. He brought Dongwoon’s blazer to his nose and sniffed.
It’s not Woonie’s. Not mine, either. So whose...?
Kikwang felt a pang in his heart. He checked the pockets and found Dongwoon’s handkerchief, full with someone’s scent. His mind was filled with assumptions, but the one that was most repeated: Was Dongjun right? Was he being ignorant? Did Dongwoon act strange but Kikwang chose not to notice it?
His eyes were stung with tears, but Kikwang did his best not to cry. He won’t cry. He just won’t.
But never had Kikwang felt so betrayed...
The next day, when Dongwoon was getting ready for work-he looked so tired, Kikwang could see visible bags under his eyes and he braved himself to ask once again.
“Woonie...”
“Hm?”
“If...anything ever happens, you’d tell me...right?”
Kikwang tried to not sound so desperate and he forced a smile. Dongwoon frowned at the question, but at the moment he could only thought, Kikwang meant about all the work. Lately Dongwoon hasn’t shared anything, perhaps that was it. He just didn’t think it’d be important to share about all the problems and stuffs at work.
“Of course,” Dongwoon replied.
Then why didn’t you say anything?
***
Dongwoon was being himself.
And Kikwang knew it. He knew it, but he didn’t know if he believed it. With Dongwoon’s not saying anything-and Kikwang’s not asking too much either-and Dongjun’s loving messages, Kikwang was...beyond confused. He wanted to tell someone, he wanted to share, if only Mir was around-but no, the male was somewhere outside Korea and he’s not sure when he’ll be back.
Kikwang wanted to ask Narsha, but... It’s like the most impossible among the impossible choices.
In the end, Kikwang was left with no one and he kept it all inside. Just like the usual Kikwang.
“Hyung?”
Kikwang looked up only to find Dongjun smiling kindly at him. He’s kind of used to it, actually. Sometimes Dongjun would just appear and be a nice person to chat with. Sometimes Dongjun would just appear and realizing Kikwang’s not in the mood to talk, he’d just sit nicely and accompany him.
“May I sit here?”
He should’ve just said no, but instead the older male nodded slowly and Dongjun seated himself in front of Kikwang.
“I got good news,” Dongjun said excitedly. “And bad news. But it’s always good to hear about the good thing first right? So...here’s the good one. I got an offer from the American company. But I’m gonna have to go to Seattle first for the training, though...what do you think, Hyung?”
Kikwang’s eyes widened in surprised. For a moment, he forgot all the pain he felt inside and was truly happy. “That’s wonderful! I mean, you should go...for your own good. It’s not like everyday you’re getting an offer from a foreign company, right? But...what’s the bad news?”
Dongjun bit his bottom lip and for the first time, he looked worried. “Come with me, Hyung.”
Kikwang stared blankly at Dongjun. “What?”
“I want you to come with me. We’ll go to Seattle together. Start a new life...with me.”
What are you talking about?
“I’ll be loyal to you, Hyung.”
You’re asking me to...
“Leave your husband.”
“You’re talking non sense,” Kikwang said with lips trembling. He was somewhere in the middle between confused and angry.
“Hyung, listen to me. I know that all marriage’s like that-so Dongwoon-hyung’s working and you’re staying at home. You guys only meet at night, and-and did he ever text you like I text you? Did you know what he do whenever he’s meeting clients outside the office? Did you ever find someone else’s scent-a pungent smell on his clothes? Did he ever tell you anything-anything-about what’s happening in the office? As in details?”
“Stop,” Kikwang whispered. Stop being so mean. “Stop, Dongjun-ah.”
“No. I’m trying to make you realize, Hyung. If it was me... I’d never do that. I’d never change. Not to you.”
Change?
Dongwoon’s not changing. Dongwoon’s being his usual self. Dongwoon’s just...busy.
Is he?
Kikwang didn’t know. He closed his eyes in pain and brought his hands to his face. His wall of defense started crumbling down. His doubt was getting bigger and bigger. He didn’t know who to trust anymore. What should he do?
Dongjun sighed and glanced at his watch. “I gotta go packing. Maybe you should go home and start packing too.” He stood up and grabbed Kikwang’s shoulder, but the latter kept avoiding his gaze. “If you change your mind, Hyung...”
Kikwang felt the squeeze on his shoulder got tighter.
“...I’ll be waiting tomorrow night at the airport.”
[6]
WHAT KIND OF A STORY HAS THIS CHAPTER TURNED INTO? ASGSFJKHFKSHJDH:SKL!