Story Of Us [10/?]
Title: Story Of Us [10/?]
Author: FloweryMisha
Pairing: KiWoon
Warning: BoyxBoy love. Enough said.
Summary: Kikwang’s in the fourth phase of a relationship. Friends. Dating. Engaged. Marriage.
Author’s Note: So it took me forever to update and I still left things hanging. Honestly this story is bad, ugh. I wanted the chapter to be longer but then I decided to post it this way. I hope it’s okay. Um...anyone miss Dongjun? No? OTL
[9]
It was peaceful.
And it was nice.
Kikwang had never felt this safe before. His relationship with Dongwoon was going even stronger, and Mrs. Son had been really nice to him whenever they met, even though they didn’t talk much, but it was a start. Even Naeun was starting to smile and bowed at Kikwang.
Dongwoon had bought him a new phone with a new number, and he told Kikwang to be really, really selective about giving his new number to his friends. Kikwang obeyed. So far, he only told Mir and a few high school friends. Dongwoon also bought the same phone for himself, so they’re using the same type. Couple things were actually new to him, but Kikwang liked it. Even their phone numbers are almost similar, it’s different on the two digits behind.
It’s kind of cute, actually...I never knew having couple things can be this exciting.
Kikwang yawned as he rolled on his stomach on the rug. The sunshine was peeking shyly to the living room, and judging from the weather, it would be nice to go outside. He rested his chin on the palm of his hands, thinking maybe he should go out and have some fun. And by having some fun, he meant to shop. Kikwang hadn’t gone shopping in a while. He should probably get a new jeans or something nice...
...or something sexy.
He grinned sheepishly to himself and shrugged.
Ah...why not?
After changing the channels a few times and there was nothing good on the TV, he decided to get up and take a shower before texting his husband and left.
***
Kikwang never knew shopping could be tiring.
He wasn’t even trying the clothes and he felt tired already.
All of the displays were pretty and it’s not like he cannot afford it, but Dongwoon’s words were echoing in his mind. Just pick something that’s not too tight. It brought a memory to him when earlier they started dating and Dongwoon was being picky about Kikwang’s clothes. The clerk was shoving him lots of choices-bright colors, unique models-and in the end, Kikwang thought it would be better if he just bring Dongwoon along the next time he goes shopping. That way he should be able to dress the way Dongwoon wants it.
He decided just to go window shopping for the rest of the day when he saw a shirt on a display.
It was a brown colored shirt, and it goes well with Dongwoon’s skin color. Kikwang’s eyes lingered to the shirt as he observed the size, the buttons, and the hem. The model wasn’t too formal, so he could wear it to and off work. And it would go well with Dongwoon’s khaki pants too. Kikwang was still thinking whether should he buy it or not, when someone familiar caught his eye.
Too familiar, in fact.
Someone that he’s not ready to see.
Deg.
Kikwang’s heart almost stopped beating.
The person looked exactly like the guy who kidnapped brought him to Seattle.
He tried to shake it off by paying no attention, but he couldn’t calm down, and the more Kikwang stole glances at the male, the more he looked like...
...exactly like the person who kidnapped brought him to Seattle.
It can’t be.
Suddenly the male turned around and Kikwang’s eyes widened.
It was Kim Dongjun alright.
Kikwang immediately duck, bringing the shirt along with him, and he went panic. He had no idea why he duck like that, he could’ve just run away from the store, pretending not seeing anything, and it’s not like Dongjun had seen him either. He did not...right? His phone beeped and Kikwang slowly stood up, hiding himself between the racks, trying to calm himself down.
What’s he doing here back in Korea?
Maybe the training’s over?
Relax, it’s a coincidence. It’s just a coincidence. Just get your ass out of here, Kikwang.
Dongjun was still standing with his back facing Kikwang, and the latter sighed in relief, but maybe it was still too soon. He needed to get out of there as soon as possible and realized that he got a text message and got distracted as he was about to open it-
-and his phone rang loudly.
There wasn’t anyone around except for the clerk, who had been giving Kikwang a weird look by the way, she probably thought Kikwang was gonna steal the shirt. Dongjun looked surprised by the loud ringtone and he was starting to look around.
At a moment like this, Kikwang wanted to wail why did Dongwoon got him a touch screen phone instead of the one with keyboards. And he mentally cursed himself for not changing the profile into a silent one. Kikwang kept on pressing the red icon on his screen, but it just won’t work. When he managed to reject the call, Dongjun was already standing beside him, eyes wide opened.
He’s caught just like a cat who had been spotted stealing a fish.
Kikwang froze.
“Hyung?”, Dongjun said in disbelief.
Oh no.
It wasn’t too late to run. It wasn’t too late to turn around and pretend like he didn’t know him. But Kikwang stood still in his track and his eyes went down to his screen.
From: Mir-ah.
Subject: Hyung, I gave your number to Seungho-hyung. I hope you don’t mind.
***
Kikwang didn’t want to be with Dongjun even just for a minute.
He just didn’t want to. He kept on telling the younger male that he should go home soon, but Dongjun asked-pleaded-for a few extra minutes. It seemed like Dongjun would keep on tailing him even if he refused to talk so he finally said yes. Scared of other people’s judgements-because he’s married and all-Kikwang threw him a menacing glare everytime Dongjun tried to approach closer-they stood in front of a shoe store, face to face, where a lot of people were passing by. Kikwang sighed uncomfortably and crossed his hands.
Dongjun seemed to get taller and, Kikwang had to admit, handsome.
Few girls boldly threw glances at Dongjun as they passed by.
Instead of talking, Kikwang was shifting his weight from one foot to another, avoiding Dongjun’s gaze, while the latter fixed his eyes to Kikwang completely, staring from head to toe, and wouldn’t stop doing it.
Kikwang glanced at his watch. It’s getting late and he just wanted to go home. He wanted to see Dongwoon, he just wanted to feel safe. Right now all Kikwang felt was fear and great discomfort. He was just about to open his mouth when Dongjun cut him first.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Dongjun said slowly.
Kikwang gave him a look. “...of course I’m okay.”
“Well... I’m not, ever since you left...”
Kikwang snorted. “Don’t even start...”
“...sorry.”
No you’re not.
No one talked after that. After a few moments, the silence was killing Kikwang and he knew he needed to leave. He bit his inner cheek in frustration. “I should go home, my husband’s probably looking for me...”
Dongjun stared at him solemnly. “Can I see you again?”
Kikwang looked at the younger male in disbelief. “That’s a rhetorical question, Dongjun-ah.”
“But I got your number now. What happened to your old number?”
“Look, I gotta go,” Kikwang really needed to leave before he finally lost his patience and slap the other male. “Goodbye, Dongjun-ah.”
“I went to your apartment,” Dongjun continued and walked after the older male. “It was empty. I assumed you were loitering around in your favorite place. Here.”
The pretty male stopped walking in abrupt and slowly turned around. His eyes were wide and instead of shock, Kikwang’s face showed fear. “Y-you-“
You even knew my apartment??
“I still remember. Obviously, you haven’t changed at all.”
“Stop!”, Kikwang half shouted and quickly covered his mouth. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Maybe. Because it’s still full of you,” Dongjun quietly said.
“You’re not supposed to have that number,” Kikwang’s voice was trembling. He was enraged and scared at the same time. “Delete it. Don’t come around anymore. Don’t even try to look for me. Please, I’m begging you.”
“And if I won’t?”
Kikwang had enough with Dongjun’s stubborness and ran away.
***
“Hyung?”
Kikwang stared blankly at the tea in front of him. He already had two spoons of sugar and had been stirring the poor thing for a couple of minutes. A lot of things were running through his mind that he forgot that he wasn’t alone.
Mir cleared his throat and waved his hand. “Earth to Kikwang-hyung. Hello...”
Kikwang blinked. “U-um, yes?”
“What were you thinking about?”
“Um, nothing...”
“Oh,” Mir pursed his lips and repeated his question. “Did Seungho-hyung called you?”
Kikwang stared at Mir blankly. “Seungho...hyung?”
“Yeah. He asked for your number the other day. I texted you, remember?”
“Oh.”
And then he gave the number to Dongjun.
“Um...no,” Kikwang said truthfully. “He...hadn’t called me...”
“Hm. That’s strange. Well I haven’t met him either. He seems busy.”
“He’s in Korea?”
“Yup. Let’s meet him when he’s free!”, Mir seemed delighted.
Kikwang didn’t answer immediately. “Uh...what’s he doing in Korea?”
“Beats me. I don’t know. How long has it been? You know, our last Seattle trip? Six months or so?”
“I-I guess?”
“Time sure flies fast...”
Kikwang gripped his cup a little too tight. He didn’t show it, but deep down inside, he wanted to scream. His relationship with Dongwoon was going great, and he didn’t want anyone to ruin it. But if there’s anyone who would want to ruin their love, then it would be Dongjun. He hurt them once and it seemed like he wouldn’t mind trying it one more time.
He tried to be positive, but after the sudden meeting at the mall, Kikwang just knew it would be no different.
There’s nothing positive can be made when it comes to Dongjun.
Every night, when he was in Dongwoon’s arms, he would hold on to him so tight. Kikwang wanted to tell Dongwoon, but he wasn’t sure if there’s a best way to say it. Should he just being blunt and probably say, “Hey guess what, Dongjun’s back!” and then just flashed a pretty fake smile like nothing’s wrong.
Dongwoon had done all the best for him. Changing the phone numbers seemed to be the best option, but now that it had come to this, Kikwang wondered if they should’ve changed their apartment too...
In the end, Kikwang became paranoid. He shut his phone off whenever Dongwoon’s around, trying to be normal but really, if he thought he could act normal around his husband, then he was wrong. After a week of being strange, the question was finally out of Dongwoon’s mouth.
“What’s on your mind?”
Kikwang held his breath. “M-me?”
“Yeah. You seemed...out lately,” Dongwoon commented and planted a kiss on Kikwang’s palm.
“I...”, Kikwang trailed off and went pale.
I’m scared. I’m fucking scared, Woonie.
“I...”
Dongwoon waited, but Kikwang didn’t seem to be willing to finish his sentence.
“How about,” Dongwoon tucked a strand of hair behind Kikwang’s ear. “You and me, our favorite place, tomorrow?”
Kikwang leaned into the touch and closed his eyes.
Dongwoon knew something was wrong and he still cared for him. Kikwang almost cried hearing the calming tone from his husband. How could he be that understanding?
He should say something. He should say something...he needed to tell the truth.
“Baby?”
And Kikwang backed away.
He’s not ready.
I’m sorry, Woonie.
Kikwang forced himself to smile. “Tomorrow?”
Dongwoon stared at his face carefully and slowly nodded. “Tomorrow.”
He had a hunch. But he prayed that it was just a hunch, and nothing more.
***
Mir called exactly after they arrived at the restaurant.
Kikwang answered the call reluctantly, and he was hesitant to answer every questions, because it was somehow related to Seungho-hyung. It seemed like Mir was meeting with Seungho and he didn’t even bother asking who else are gonna be there. Maybe there would be Joon since Mir had been dating him-finally.
He quickly told him that he wouldn’t be able to make it today, and made a raincheck. Kikwang could feel that Mir was pouting when he ended the call, but right now he just want the uneasiness to go away.
Dongwoon’s all he needed right now.
His phone beeped and he had a good feeling who sent the text.
Kikwang turned off his phone, and Dongwoon caught him doing it.
“Why did you turn it off?”
Kikwang gasped softly. Their eyes met and Dongwoon seemed...different. “It...it’s low.”
“Oh? I thought you just charged it before we left.”
“Ob-obviously it wasn’t enough...”
Dongwoon looked at Kikwang, and the latter felt intimidated under the gaze. Something wasn’t right, and his husband knew it.
Please just let it slide. Please, Woonie, please-
“Is there anything I need to know?”
Kikwang’s hands started to tremble. Dongwoon’s voice was cold.
“Are you hiding something, baby?”
There was a demanding truth in the calm tone and Kikwang wanted to burst out.
What if Dongwoon got angry?
He had the right to. It was Kikwang’s mistake in the first place to keep it from him. He deserved it. But... No, there are no buts. Dongwoon needed to know, and it’s better sooner than later. They can talk about it and then Dongwoon can do something to make him safe, he would probably have a solution-
“Kikwang-ah?”
Kikwang was deadpanned.
Both Kikwang and Dongwoon turned their heads to the source of voice.
Seungho was smiling warmly at them. “Dongwoon-ah, Kikwang-ah, it’s been a while. Wow, it’s such a coincidence to meeting you both here. I’m also meeting Mir today. How are you?”
“H-hyung,” Kikwang looked nervous. “Y-you’re here?”
“Yeah, I thought Mir had told you? I’m in town for a couple of weeks.”
Dongwoon looked at Kikwang and he didn’t seem pleased.
“Hyung, I got our table over there.”
And that’s when the situation tensed.
It would be good if it was just Seungho. But it wasn’t.
Dongwoon’s eyes were dark and full of hatred as he saw the male who he had almost punched back in Seattle. “You...”
Dongjun gave them a meaningful smile and bowed. “Ah. Dongwoon-ssi. Kikwang-hyung.”
“Oh?”, Seungho frowned. “You guys know each other?”
“Sort of-“
“No.”
Dongwoon and Dongjun answered at the same time.
Kikwang was pale.
“Eh?”, Seungho was confused.
“Well, we do know each other, Hyung. We go back a few months before,” Dongjun said to Seungho and turned to Dongwoon. “I assume your husband was telling you the truth before we say hi?”
Kikwang stopped breathing.
Dongwoon was so angry that he broke his glass.
***
Kikwang wished Dongwoon would just hit him.
He wished his husband would just shout, slap, anything instead of being quiet all the way home and raced above speed limit. Kikwang was so scared that he couldn’t stop crying, shoulders trembling bad, hands on his mouth.
An angry Dongwoon was the last thing he wished to face right now.
The moment they got home, Dongwoon went to the kitchen and Kikwang could hear the sound of shattering glasses. For him it was the first time Dongwoon had gotten so angry. Back in the restaurant, Dongwoon broke his glass and after bowing somehow angrily to Seungho, he dragged Kikwang forcefully to the car.
Kikwang whimpered on the bed, knees to his chest and covered both of his ears with his hands. He waited until the sound stopped, and then he heard stomping towards the bedroom.
Dongwoon got into the room and threw his jacket to the floor. His hair was a mess and he was sweating. Panting, Dongwoon clenched his fist tight that his knuckles turned white.
Kikwang didn’t dare to look at his husband in the eye, but he had to say something.
“I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered fearfully.
“Don’t say anything,” Dongwoon raised his index finger harshly.
Kikwang stopped mouthing.
“It-it’s just, I can’t, I can’t believe it, Kwangie,” Dongwoon laughed sarcastically. “I’ve been trying to drive him away from you. We’ve changed numbers. And what, suddenly he’s just back in town and contacted you and you didn’t even fucking told me about it?”
I was scared.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought our communication was getting better. It’s not a one way anymore, and I-I honestly think that it was a progress. Or was it only me?”
Please, don’t scream...
“I-I didn’t reply his texts at all-“
“You should’ve told me that in the first place! Now how am I supposed to believe you? How, tell me, Kwangie, how am I supposed to believe that what you’re saying is true? You heard what that guy was saying-I assume your husband was telling the truth?-with that stupid smile that should be wiped-“
“Because it’s the truth-“, Kikwang said desperately. “Please, Woonie-“
“Why?”
You’re asking me why?
“Why did you do this? Why didn’t you just tell me in the first place? Things might have not turned out this way if you were telling the truth. Why baby, why...do you always hesitate?”
Isn’t it obvious?
Kikwang looked down at the blanket, as if hoping the answers are gonna be written down there.
“Baby, look at me, why?”
“Because I’m scared, that’s why,” Kikwang whispered.
“Scared? Scared of what?”
“I’m scared you’d leave me once I mention his name again,” he cried in frustration. “I don’t want that to happen-“
“Leave?”, Dongwoon looked flabbergasted and stared at Kikwang in disbelief. “Did you mirror yourself when you say that? Did you even remember what you’ve done to me?”
“What...?”
“I wasn’t the one who left with some random guy to some random country for some random, stupid reasons!”
“That’s not fair, I was confused-“
“You were confused just because a random guy told you that he would be different, you didn’t know him at all and yet you trusted him, without trying to confirm the truth to me! That was our problem! And I thought we solved it!”
Dongwoon was loud, his tone was high and Kikwang hated it. The taller male groaned in frustration and went to the window to cool his head down.
“...we did solve it,” he whispered.
“With the way things are, we did not, obviously,” Dongwoon spoke.
Kikwang was still on the bed, unable to say anything. His hands were shaking.
Most of what-no, what he said was true. All of them were true. The time when he decided to left Korea to Seattle just for a test, what was he thinking? Dongwoon must’ve been the most hurt between them.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Woonie...
Kikwang heard a painful chuckle.
“...maybe you did love him.”
It got Kikwang to look up. “What...?”
“Maybe you did love that person,” Dongwoon shook his head and palmed his face. “That’s why you’ve just...let him back invading your life. You just let him and...didn’t want me to know.”
“I do not,” Kikwang whispered. “Don’t accuse me of being in love with someone else. Don’t, Woonie.”
Dongwoon sighed heavily and went to take his thrown jacket on the floor.
Kikwang’s eyes widened. “Woonie-“
“I need to be alone,” Dongwoon cut and held his hand in the air. “I need some time to calm my mind.”
“Please, don’t leave-“
“I’m sorry,” Dongwoon walked to the door and before he left, he glanced over his shoulder one more time. “I just don’t know what I feel right now. You should take care.”
Kikwang stunned in his track as he heard Dongwoon’s footsteps faded and the sound of the door being closed.
A few moments later, he realized that Dongwoon was really gone.
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