Fanfiction: Unfaithful [One]
Title: Unfaithful [Prologue]
Author: whitefoxbuns
Pairing: Yehmin, Yehwook, Kyumin, Kyuwook, and suju ninja couples :D
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Drama,
Type: Chapters
Warning: FUTURE LEMON SCENES and LANGUAGE
Disclaimer and Note: Hopefully I will stumble across some readers of my past fanfic but if not, hello then~ I'm BunBun and I don't own any characters in this fanfic.(though don't we all wish we do) This is my 1st SUJU fanfic but not my first fanfic. (confusing?) Please let me know how it went for you. And for this 1st post, the Prologue is in a new format, characters with the same color can be read side by side. Otherwise all these can be read in any order, up and down. Sorry for the inconvenience but it's a test to see if anyone likes it. Please comment :D and thank you.
Cross Posted @ kyu_min and k_pop_fanfics yaoi_fanfics dohremi miracle______
01. “Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you’re going to get.”
You walk into the building. Its low ceiling hovered over the chandelier casting a dark shadowy glow over you. You look around for a familiar face though you doubted so for it seems like there was no one here. Not a soul besides your own standing in a really fancy dining room. But you smile for you recognize that something was making a noise, though barely visible, its tune played out from the intercom.
You walked back the other way trying to recall back some path ways since the last time you’ve been here. Kangin’s voice booming in your head, quite proud you might say. ‘This hall will have dark blue velvet walls, with lamp posts lighting the way. The customers would really the aura. And we keep going until the end which is right there! The bar room!’ You smiled to yourself remembering the gleam in Kangin’s eyes when he introduced you to the plan. You and Kangin had spent hours just talking about wine and recommendations. It’s no wondered how well you both get along.
So you did remember correctly. The bar room with low neon lights under the main table; high stools surrounded the front of what seems like a magnificent glass case containing some of the world most expensive beverages. You scanned the case, and spotted some names on top of your head as you marveled at Kangin’s collection.
‘The Cooper-Garrod, neither overly fruity nor tannic, and the black cheery flavor would cool your taste buds to the touch.’
“Oh!” You were surprised to find that Kangin also had the collection of Two Hands, Flagships. ‘Ares, Aphrodite, Aerope’ So that would mean Kangin should enjoy the little gift you brought to share. It is after all from the same family.
Approaching closer, you made to sit down on one of the stool. Its leg spun you side to side as you observed the room. Your eyes caught an overly large canvas. Something on it is catching the light, shooting beam like effects whenever your angle changed.
‘Curiosity kills the cat’ You warned yourself but pretended to not listen as you head to that piece hanging on the wall.
It was a painting. No, maybe it wasn’t. It was like the artist smashed everything together; paper, glass, paint, metal, wires; all kind of stuff and then glued them together and called it ‘Art.’ The thing, you don’t know what to call it. The thing, you decided, looked like a factory explosion. ‘In 3D!’ Your pesky conscience added.
A little tag on the bottom right corner caught your eyes and you read it aloud to yourself.
‘CURIOUS’
You blinked at the text. It said curious. You wondered, feeling a little threatened by the word and the explosion on the wall. Observing it a bit closer, you couldn’t help the temptation of feeling its texture. The glass seems like it was begging him to feel its edgy cracks.
“Shit! uh...oh”
As soon as your fingers just happened to merely graze the piece of art, the little bit chipped off the canvas and fell. You jumped barely caught the delicate thing in your palms. It was like the piece of glass was just waiting for someone unfortunate enough to fall into its trap.
You pray to some beings above that no one saw that. Pressing it hard into the canvas the thing wouldn’t stick. You cursed, as you tried wetting it with a bit of your saliva and held it uptight to the surface.
“One Two Three!” You slowly let go, inside wishing for a miracle.
Shit happened. The thing didn’t stick.
Someone coughed and your heart dropped to the pit of your gut. You stuttered for a cover up.
“Shit what’s wrong with this?” You moaned quietly shifting your eyes avoiding the look on the others face.
When you look up after a period of gloating in embarrassment, the man’s hand suddenly thrust out, palm opened as if waiting for you to hand over the mess.
A sheepish smile escaped onto your face as you can’t help but coward under the watchful eyes of the other person. He looked at you with indifference as if he knew what happened and whose fault.
You shyly hand the piece of glass over feeling its weight lifted a little bit off your shoulder as soon as it landed on the other’s hand.
“Um...sorry.” You muttered under your breath, watching the man reached in his bag; hands rummaging for something. Now that you noticed he does not look like a worker here. From the look of his simple yet stylish outfit; loose white shirt under a casual black suit jacket and black pants, you guessed he was probably someone important.
‘Yeah like the artist of that painting you just destroyed.’ Your stupid conscience chose that moment to appear again.
From the bag, the man pulled out a small clear tube. The moment he unscrew it, squeezing a substance onto the glass, that you knew it had to be glue. He pressed it back up to the rough service at the exact location where it was found.
You glanced at him while he examined the little bugger. The man looked quite young; perhaps in his twenties. You also couldn’t help but think he looked nice also.
“Um...could you pretend that didn’t happen?” He turned to you, staring with open eyes at your blunt request.
“I promise I’ll turn myself in.” You let another sheepish smile showed; this time it probably looked goofy. Just like you thought, the man returned your smile with an even more genuine one. His eyes thinned as he looked down, probably laughing at your stupidity.
“Although curiosity did killed the cat, Curious is really nice.” You complimented, head nodding, hoping to make nice with the artist.
“Oh! Yehsungie!” Out of nowhere, Kangin’s voice interrupted the moment. He hit you on the shoulder and pulled you into a hug. Well. . .a manly hug.
He turned you around and away from the man before to a different one stood gallantly beside him.
“Look! This is my old friend Cho Kyuhyun.” Kangin smiled happily; one hand tugged at your arm while the other one pulled at Kyuhyun shi bicep.
“Anyeohaseyo, Kim Yehsungimnida.” You bowed in greeting, feeling lightened up.
01. "When the eyes meet and hold strongly they are bound to meet again."
“Ryewook! Since we are waiting, I’m going to have a talk with some of the staff here. Are you going to be fine by yourself?” You turned around at the call of your name. Kangin looked slightly worry but nothing much, probably stress before the opening. You smiled at him trying to think up something comforting.
“Hyung, your father was the Cho family’s best chef. At least you got yourself some reputation. Don’t worry! Breathe!” You motioned the movement watching Kangin tried to copy it. Some colors went back onto his chubby cheeks. “Breathe now for tomorrow you are going to be so busy you won’t have time to breathe.”
“Thank Wookie! I’ll be right back out!” With those words, the man scrambled to his feet and walked toward the office room. You stood there watching his back retreating and thought of how to entertain yourself.
Maybe the place need a just a bit last minute check up. Kyuhyun should be here any minute; you would just hang around and wait for him. The first time Kangin approached you asking your assistance in decorating the restaurant, you were quite surprised and happy. Kangin knew of your occupation through Kyuhyun and it was him who decided trust you with his new project. It was good to see Kyuhyun helping his close childhood friend.
You wandered the dining hall aimlessly. Kangin only allowed for few staffs tonight to help with dinner; it wasn’t necessary to even have a staff meeting. Suddenly you felt a chill at the thought of being by yourself. Looking back at the clock you debated whether to call Kyuhyun.
‘Maybe he is at the bar.’ Kyuhyun loves that wouldn’t he? Alcohol after all is every men drug. Men like Kyuhyun.
You groaned feeling, quite conflicted that you have a close to 0 tolerance for alcohol. It is no wonder why you and Kyuhyun barely eat out together.
Closer and closer the bar appeared an empty blue room. You sigh in disappointment and were about to head back out when a movement caught your eyes.
In the far back corner, someone you don’t recognize, even from the back, was hovering close to your collage. Maybe he was a customer but then you remembered that tonight was a private dinner. You looked back at the man and guessed that he was probably Kangin’s friend.
‘Maybe I should go introduce myself.’ Like “hi or hello” or “I’m Kim Ryewook” but the truth was you really wanted to ask “What do you think of my artwork?”
You took a few steps closer; now fidgeting at the new found nerves. You totally forgot how awkward you could really be. The guest was now much closer to your artwork. Maybe he really liked it, you tell yourself. ‘Or maybe he was just “Curious.”’ A voice in your head told you so but you still hope it was the other reason.
“Shit!” You stopped in your track; shocked at the word you just heard. With your head leaning to the side to watch his expression, you felt anger began to boil in guts.
What you saw was even more shocking. One piece of glass had fallen off the surface and you watch as the man panicked trying to put it back together. He was really putting effort into it from your view, but that glass had took you forever to mash onto that canvas. You found yourself quite surprisingly upset at your own handy work and wondered why you hadn’t done a better job gluing it on. Wetting it wouldn’t work, you knew that because you had done so.
You shook your head sympathetically watching that thing fell as soon as the man’s hand left.
“Ahem.” The man looked half scared half startled probably did not want to get caught. You felt sorry watching all the colors drained from his face.
You kept your composure, rooted at your position wondering what he would do now. ‘Run? Hide? Denied?’ A man at his age should be mature enough to not do either of those. You felt somewhat an authority at his nervousness as he failed to put it back. ‘He looks regretful, maybe I should help. It’s my fault after all.’ You held out your hand asking for the piece of glass.
The little rebel lay still in your palm. Its light reflected onto your skin and the man’s face. He smiled sheepishly and you tried to hold back your own sympathetic one.
‘Now where is that glue tube I brought?’ It finally came in handy; such as times like these. You rummaged through the bag; cell phone, wallet, book, keys. . . oh there is your chap stick! You had wondered where it went. The tube is small, barely the size of your pinky. It probably buried under all these junks you carried. Well you wouldn’t consider your precious sharpies, junk. These mini sharpies could be hang onto your key chains too. You played around with them almost every chance you get; scribbling and scratching at any surfaces available, even the corner of the news paper you read every morning.
‘Ah there you are!’ The little thing was in the side pocket. ‘No duh.’ You forgot you had placed it there just in case it would leak. Using just a bit, for this is one of the best adhesives you could find; you squeezed the substance onto the glass then glued it onto the missing spot.
‘Hm...not bad, now you better stay put.’ You glared hard at the thing as if threatening it. A little blink it made and you almost grinned in confirmation. Once finished, you felt a stare at the side of your head and turned to him in recognition. Debating whether you should tell him it was ok or just walk away, you stood there frozen.
“Um...could you pretend that didn’t happen?” At the man’ request, his tone blatantly regretful, you began to soften. He added a confession surprising you with a little wittiness mixed in his voice. His eyes beamed at you less goofy now and more welcoming and you could not help but grinned back; feeling a little shy by the new found conversation. The man started to talk again, this time was about the collage. At the comment, you felt your cheeks reddened and smiled at the little joy it brought to your chest.
You opened your mouth to say something in return when you spotted Kangin walking toward you with Kyuhyun besides him. He called the man in front of you “Yehsungie” and you bit your cheeks refraining from laughing.
Kyuhyun; he looked tired as your eyes caught his. You smiled comfortingly and went to his side.
Kangin was really nice to introduce Kyuhyun to Yehsung. So your guess was right after all. He was a friend of Kangin. You walked closer to the three men to watch them silently.
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