[unfinished fic] - The way I love you
“hey, do you want to come with me?”
The soft and warm voice brought his attention up to find a good looking man with ciggarette between his lips bending down at him. Tonight is cold, his worn out jacket and thin shirt couldn’t protect him from the fierce weather and he tighten his hold on the edge of the fabric to give him more warmth.
His eyes can’t leave the enchanting figure. Somehow deep down his heart he dislike the sentence then man said, but he can’t bring his voice up to scold him for looking at him as of he is a whore. He live in slump, have no roof to protect him, no heater to heat him up, and even though he only have this thin clothes to hide his fragile body to the world, he still have his pride.
So he glared, sending his fiercest glare he had to speak his hate.
The man chuckled softly, and he lose his battle of unspoken rejection. He saw how those thin and sensual lips parting and those long and beautiful finger took the ciggarette so he can speak. All the time he was mesmerizing by the scene that look so much like movie for him.
“do you want to be a model?”
What is this? Is this new kind of mock? Or does he look that pathetic or stupid or idiot to believe that he could make him one? Or does that kind of trick just so that he can sleep with him?
His full lips pressed tightly, mad and hate his life so damn much.
It was not his choice to abandoned by his parents in front of an orphan and only to kick around unwanted from foster home to another. It was not his choice to runaway from the house who raised him until now and was absolutely not his choice to live in front of closed shop, aware if someone or something come to his way. He is a stray cat, nobody cares for him, except those pervert people who saw his beauty under his ugly clothes, and that probably including this handsome man stood before him.
“I can make you famous.you’ll be rich, and doesn’t have to live like this.”
He took another puff from his cancer stick, indescribable warm eyes boring at him. The sincere voice almost, almost make him believe the words, but no, it won’t work now. He has this experience not one or twice, where he has to runaway with tears and scared from being raped. Nobody respect him, nobody value him as much as they value other people with money in their pocket.
He stood up to face to face with the stranger and once again fall for the man’s handsome face. He himself is handsome, proper enough to be a model, why didn’t make himself rich?? Why this man with warm voice has to walk into his life and bother him with this lie? Is he that pathetic to get laid? No street whore to satisfied his need?
He snort without saying anything and just walk away when he heard another soothing voice come from the man behind.
“I can give you shelter. And I’m not lying to you,” the last sentence come out softer than the other, and it drew his attention.
Believe, no believe. Of course no believe, but then why he felt like the stranger isn’t lying? He bit his bottom lip, God, how many times he has to have this? It’s suck, especially when he start believing the handsome man.
“I can’t act,” he turn around and staring at the other with awkward feeling.
“you don’t have to act, what do you need is just pose in front of the camera.”
He really has the urge to run. He step back when the man step forward. He has to create distance, doesn’t want to fall into a trap that easy. His life never been easy.
“I don’t want to be naked,” he mumbled,
The man laugh, fullheartedly. He cringed at the sound that was heard so melodious against his ears. When the man stop laughing though, he can feel his stomach flip upside down at the sight of beautiful smile appeared on the man’s lips as he whispering a “no you won’t” with confident.
And he knew, since that night, his life turned upside down.
In his life, everything starting like rollercoaster.
~
He open his eyes when he felt the warmth of sunshine shining through his window, it was hangeng’s doing. He rolled to the right to avoid the sun, continuing his sleep. It’s already 7.35, but he has no will to wake up. The photoshot only start in 12 this afternoon, this means he still has many times to rest after a whole night shooting for a CF. Hell, he couldn’t remember since when he begin doing this, begin enjoy it and doesn’t want to leave it.
However he can’t lie that the reason of his willing adventure in entertainment industry was because of one person, and he smile at the sound of old chinese music playing in the living room, geng surely have a weird taste in music. But since he’s a chinese himself, maybe some random old chinese music could heal him from homesick for living in a foreign country half of his life.
“oh geez, I thought you’ve already wake up,” a bright and soothing voice reach his ears. He pretended to be deaf, or just simply pretend still sleeping.
The bed in the other side dip from the sudden weight, and he can smell the chinese cologne closer at him. He like this routine, woken up by the man’s voice and big hand rubbing his silky hair.
“heechullie, wake up, I’ve cook your favorite food for breakfast,” he heard hangeng whisper.
“5 more minute,” he whined.
“no, come on. We don’t have time, you should go to the salon to style your hair before we go to the photoshot,”
“don’t want to,” despite his protest, he can’t help but purr on the man’s touch. He can imagine geng’s smile at his reaction, like any other smile he always see. A smile he love so much.
He grew to needy, huh?
Heechul heard hangeng chuckle, and he force his left eye to peek at the mesmerizing scene.
“come on, don’t act like a kid,” hangeng lay in front of him, right hand still caressing his head affectionately,
This man is warm, his attitude, his feeling, it seems like he have no perccentage of ugliness inside his tall and perfect figure.
If heechul said he love hangeng, was that too much to ask? To hope if the other saving the same feeling for him?
Seems like it is.
He should be thankful when the chinese spot him in his vulnerable state 1 year ago. Giving him shelter, warm place to sleep and roof to live. Hangeng is too perfect for him,
He felt a peck on his forehead, and he fully awake now. He pouted when he saw his manager grinning.
“I cook fried rice,”
“Bring it here,” he demand like always. Acting like a princess.
“yes, princess. But you have to wake up first, if not, I’m afraid I have to eat the delicious meal alone,”
Yes it works, the play always work for heechul for he can’t say no to what hangeng is requesting. So he extended his hand, hangeng took it as he sat up and pull his body up to sitting position. His hair is everywhere and hangeng once again chuckled at his state.
Heechul jutted out his bottom lip adorably when his manager start tidying his tossled hair to its place and send him one last kiss on the cheek at his obediently. Hangeng is an affectionate man, never forget to show his grattitude with a gesture that heechul craved every now and then.
Since his first photoshot, where he was sure that he did it awfully but hangeng said the opposite. Heechul remember he was wailing so much and had the urge to runaway when the manager kiss his crown head. for a moment, they were tensed and awkward to each other but then hangeng kiss him good night on the forehead that night and their awkwardness suddenly gone.
“there, I’m awake now. Bring me my breakfast,” he shoo the man away, which reply by another chuckle.
The moment hangeng walk out of his room, his eyes shifted from the door to the window in his left. The apartment was in the 12 floor and give him a spectacular seoul view to his eyes. Never in his life he imagine something like this will happen to him.
The soft and warm voice brought his attention up to find a good looking man with ciggarette between his lips bending down at him. Tonight is cold, his worn out jacket and thin shirt couldn’t protect him from the fierce weather and he tighten his hold on the edge of the fabric to give him more warmth.
His eyes can’t leave the enchanting figure. Somehow deep down his heart he dislike the sentence then man said, but he can’t bring his voice up to scold him for looking at him as of he is a whore. He live in slump, have no roof to protect him, no heater to heat him up, and even though he only have this thin clothes to hide his fragile body to the world, he still have his pride.
So he glared, sending his fiercest glare he had to speak his hate.
The man chuckled softly, and he lose his battle of unspoken rejection. He saw how those thin and sensual lips parting and those long and beautiful finger took the ciggarette so he can speak. All the time he was mesmerizing by the scene that look so much like movie for him.
“do you want to be a model?”
What is this? Is this new kind of mock? Or does he look that pathetic or stupid or idiot to believe that he could make him one? Or does that kind of trick just so that he can sleep with him?
His full lips pressed tightly, mad and hate his life so damn much.
It was not his choice to abandoned by his parents in front of an orphan and only to kick around unwanted from foster home to another. It was not his choice to runaway from the house who raised him until now and was absolutely not his choice to live in front of closed shop, aware if someone or something come to his way. He is a stray cat, nobody cares for him, except those pervert people who saw his beauty under his ugly clothes, and that probably including this handsome man stood before him.
“I can make you famous.you’ll be rich, and doesn’t have to live like this.”
He took another puff from his cancer stick, indescribable warm eyes boring at him. The sincere voice almost, almost make him believe the words, but no, it won’t work now. He has this experience not one or twice, where he has to runaway with tears and scared from being raped. Nobody respect him, nobody value him as much as they value other people with money in their pocket.
He stood up to face to face with the stranger and once again fall for the man’s handsome face. He himself is handsome, proper enough to be a model, why didn’t make himself rich?? Why this man with warm voice has to walk into his life and bother him with this lie? Is he that pathetic to get laid? No street whore to satisfied his need?
He snort without saying anything and just walk away when he heard another soothing voice come from the man behind.
“I can give you shelter. And I’m not lying to you,” the last sentence come out softer than the other, and it drew his attention.
Believe, no believe. Of course no believe, but then why he felt like the stranger isn’t lying? He bit his bottom lip, God, how many times he has to have this? It’s suck, especially when he start believing the handsome man.
“I can’t act,” he turn around and staring at the other with awkward feeling.
“you don’t have to act, what do you need is just pose in front of the camera.”
He really has the urge to run. He step back when the man step forward. He has to create distance, doesn’t want to fall into a trap that easy. His life never been easy.
“I don’t want to be naked,” he mumbled,
The man laugh, fullheartedly. He cringed at the sound that was heard so melodious against his ears. When the man stop laughing though, he can feel his stomach flip upside down at the sight of beautiful smile appeared on the man’s lips as he whispering a “no you won’t” with confident.
And he knew, since that night, his life turned upside down.
In his life, everything starting like rollercoaster.
~
He open his eyes when he felt the warmth of sunshine shining through his window, it was hangeng’s doing. He rolled to the right to avoid the sun, continuing his sleep. It’s already 7.35, but he has no will to wake up. The photoshot only start in 12 this afternoon, this means he still has many times to rest after a whole night shooting for a CF. Hell, he couldn’t remember since when he begin doing this, begin enjoy it and doesn’t want to leave it.
However he can’t lie that the reason of his willing adventure in entertainment industry was because of one person, and he smile at the sound of old chinese music playing in the living room, geng surely have a weird taste in music. But since he’s a chinese himself, maybe some random old chinese music could heal him from homesick for living in a foreign country half of his life.
“oh geez, I thought you’ve already wake up,” a bright and soothing voice reach his ears. He pretended to be deaf, or just simply pretend still sleeping.
The bed in the other side dip from the sudden weight, and he can smell the chinese cologne closer at him. He like this routine, woken up by the man’s voice and big hand rubbing his silky hair.
“heechullie, wake up, I’ve cook your favorite food for breakfast,” he heard hangeng whisper.
“5 more minute,” he whined.
“no, come on. We don’t have time, you should go to the salon to style your hair before we go to the photoshot,”
“don’t want to,” despite his protest, he can’t help but purr on the man’s touch. He can imagine geng’s smile at his reaction, like any other smile he always see. A smile he love so much.
He grew to needy, huh?
Heechul heard hangeng chuckle, and he force his left eye to peek at the mesmerizing scene.
“come on, don’t act like a kid,” hangeng lay in front of him, right hand still caressing his head affectionately,
This man is warm, his attitude, his feeling, it seems like he have no perccentage of ugliness inside his tall and perfect figure.
If heechul said he love hangeng, was that too much to ask? To hope if the other saving the same feeling for him?
Seems like it is.
He should be thankful when the chinese spot him in his vulnerable state 1 year ago. Giving him shelter, warm place to sleep and roof to live. Hangeng is too perfect for him,
He felt a peck on his forehead, and he fully awake now. He pouted when he saw his manager grinning.
“I cook fried rice,”
“Bring it here,” he demand like always. Acting like a princess.
“yes, princess. But you have to wake up first, if not, I’m afraid I have to eat the delicious meal alone,”
Yes it works, the play always work for heechul for he can’t say no to what hangeng is requesting. So he extended his hand, hangeng took it as he sat up and pull his body up to sitting position. His hair is everywhere and hangeng once again chuckled at his state.
Heechul jutted out his bottom lip adorably when his manager start tidying his tossled hair to its place and send him one last kiss on the cheek at his obediently. Hangeng is an affectionate man, never forget to show his grattitude with a gesture that heechul craved every now and then.
Since his first photoshot, where he was sure that he did it awfully but hangeng said the opposite. Heechul remember he was wailing so much and had the urge to runaway when the manager kiss his crown head. for a moment, they were tensed and awkward to each other but then hangeng kiss him good night on the forehead that night and their awkwardness suddenly gone.
“there, I’m awake now. Bring me my breakfast,” he shoo the man away, which reply by another chuckle.
The moment hangeng walk out of his room, his eyes shifted from the door to the window in his left. The apartment was in the 12 floor and give him a spectacular seoul view to his eyes. Never in his life he imagine something like this will happen to him.