Perfect [1/1]
Title: Perfect [1/1]
Author: FloweryMisha
Pairing: KiWoon
Warning: BoyxBoy love. Enough said.
Summary: It was Kikwang's turn to get jealous.
[Possession]
After his graduation, Kikwang went back to his hometown for a couple of weeks. He was planning to stay for a few days only at first, but hismother was too happy to see him, after all they’ve been separated for quite a few years since Kikwang decided he’d go for college in Seoul.
His mother had been asking him if he’s currently dating, because if he hadn’t she’d make him go to the club tonight and seduce people. Kikwang gulped at how possible that might be with the power of his mother, and he said yes quickly. His mother squealed happily when he showed her Dongwoon’s pictures.
“He’s so handsome!”
“Appa, our son is so good at picking a lover!”
“Kwangie, show Umma Woonie’s picture again, when will he come and meet us?”
Congratulations Son Dongwoon, Lee Kikwang’s mother is officially your fangirl.
Kikwang had no idea how the hell his mother suddenly got a nickname for his boyfriend. The same with the one he’s using, too. He must be really his mother’s son. She even put Dongwoon’s photo in the living room, next to Kikwang’s high school one.
Make that an obsessed fangirl.
When Kikwang called his boyfriend later at night, his mother would glue her ears to his phone, tried to eavesdrop. Kikwang sweatdropped when she told him how deep and sexy Dongwoon’s voice was. Dongwoon was only laughing and took it as a compliment. He was embarassed, because he actually thought the same, especially when Dongwoon was whispering those sweet words everytime they, um...do it.
Days turned to weeks. She would give her best puppy eyes whenever Kikwang said he’s gonna have to leave, book a ticket and find a job soon. Just for a couple of days pleaseee. He sighed in defeat, giving in to his mother’s request, though he really got nothing to do except to sleep around lazily, meeting some old friends, doing father-son’s quality time, etc etc. At the same time, Dongwoon was once again really busy, his father and brother were in Japan, so he had to take care of the company. They only talked through text messages, because Dongwoon didn’t have the time to call anymore.
It was already a month when Kikwang realized Dongwoon had changed.
He was so used of Dongwoon’s possessiveness and jealousy that something in his life was missing. It was empty. Kikwang missed Dongwoon’s attention, Dongwoon’s opinion, Dongwoon’s anger, and a whole lots of Dongwoon’s. To make it worse, when Kikwang finally called him, he overheard a woman’s voice, obviously being in the same room with his boyfriend. He froze.
“Baby, who is it?”
“Narsha-noona.”
“Narsha...noona?”
Kikwang frowned. He found himself biting his lip.
Who the hell is Narsha noona?
Dongwoon had never mentioned a woman’s name before. But why does Kikwang has a feeling that this girl is extremely beautiful, with long hair-or short, whatever-that looks like a doll, with milky skin, curvy body, plump lips, and realizing his imagination had gone wild, he almost cried, feeling scared. He didn’t want his Dongwoon to be in the same room with this Narsha noona.
He was about to ask some more when Dongwoon told him he gotta go and hung up on him.
Kikwang gaped. His boyfriend just hung up on him because of a woman. And he had never done it before. Not even because of Mrs. Son. Kikwang finally get a hold of himself and started packing, decided that it’s been too long since he left Dongwoon, and whatever happened, he just have to win Dongwoon back.
He hated this feeling.
***
What happens to “Who are you going with? Don’t go anywhere without telling me. You should listen to what I say, Kikwang.”
Kikwang had arrived in Seoul, after having a hard time convincing his mother that he’d be back soon, next time bringing Dongwoon to meet his father-he didn’t even want to know what good would it be-just so his mother would stop sniffing. It’s not like they’re getting married soon.
His thought lingered back to the woman’s name. Now he felt a lump on his throat, going down to his chest, ended up as butterflies in his stomach, feeling nervous.
He shouldn’t’ve rushed.
He should’ve just asked Dongwoon, instead of assuming things like this.
He shouldn’t be jealous.
There were millions of possibilities that this Narsha noona was just a friend. A new secretary. A cousin. A far, far blood relative. An ex girlfriend.
Kikwang almost cried at his last thought. When he arrived, the first thing on his mind was going to Dongwoon’s office, wanting to meet him. He was quickly ushered inside by the guards, knowing perfectly that he’s their boss’ boyfriend. Kikwang sat anxiously in his seat, wanting to call Dongwoon and told him he’s back, but he just wanted it to be a surprise.
The door was opened, but it wasn’t Dongwoon who walked in. It was an extremely beautiful woman, with long straight brown hair, who looks like a doll, with milky skin, curvy body, plump lips, her description matched exactly with Kikwang’s thought how she should be, and he was shocked. He was definitely losing. A white flag was waved. She blinked at him, and gave Kikwang a puzzling look.
“I’m sorry, you are--?”
Kikwang bowed slightly. “Um, Lee Kikwang. Nice to meet you.”
“Kikwang?”, she frowned as if to recall something, then shaking her head. “I’m Narsha. You want to meet Dongwoon?”
It was already bad enough for him to know that this woman existed suddenly in Dongwoon’s world out of nowhere, and becoming much worse when Dongwoon never mentioned his name, or even telling her he got a boyfriend? Now would be the best time for Kikwang to cry.
Dongwoon walked in a moment later, his eyes widened with surprise. “Kwangie?”
“Kwangie?”, the frown even got deeper.
Kikwang just sighed and stood up. “I’ll see you later at home,” he muttered half heartily at Dongwoon. He then walked out, closed the door softly, doing his best not to burst out crying and quicken his steps to the lift.
Suddenly someone was grabbing his shoulders, and Kikwang looked back. He was surprised when Dongwoon kissed him softly and his knees were becoming weak. Dongwoon’s scent was overwhelming, and Kikwang felt like crying more, because he missed his boyfriend badly.
Dongwoon pulled away slowly and smiled. “See you later baby, at home.”
***
If he thought tonight was gonna be the best moment to kiss and make up, Kikwang was wrong.
So totally wrong.
Something about work made Dongwoon stuck on the phone with Narsha noona.
Everytime Kikwang heard that name, he felt like breaking something. He felt like kissing Dongwoon in front of her so that she knew that Dongwoon was his. Kikwang waited for the conversation to end at first, while he arranged the words on his mind, trying to express what he felt, how he should start talking that it made him uneasy, but Dongwoon went on and on, rubbing his temple and scribbling notes wildly with a pen.
It doesn’t seem to end soon.
He noticed Dongwoon was getting a bit slimmer, had he been eating well?
Kikwang gave up eventually and slept without saying goodnight and cuddle in Dongwoon’s arms.
The next day, Dongwoon stayed the same, and Kikwang went out by himself without even telling him. He just wanted to see if Dongwoon would be angry at him for leaving, just like he used to. So he bought several cups of Starbucks, leaving them on the table, bags of potato chips, and some other snacks. When his boyfriend arrived later, looking exhausted, Kikwang felt a bit guilty, but it quickly turned to sulking as Dongwoon just frowned at the things he bought.
“Why did you buy so many things?”
No jealousy. No half shouting asking why did he leave without telling. No possessiveness.
Kikwang ignored Dongwoon and went to sleep sadly.
***
“Yo! Kikwangie!”
“Seobie...”
“Eh? Why the sad tone?”
Kikwang sighed at his phone loudly. “Um... I just want to ask you something...”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Um...”
“Hm?”
“Um...”
Yoseob was getting annoyed. “Spill it out.”
“Well, I was wondering if you know who Narsha noona is...”
Yoseob fell silent for a while, and Kikwang thought it’s not gonna be good.
“Okay, that is bad.”
See?
“Um... Why?”
“As far as I know...”, Yoseob said slowly. “Dongwoon only like two persons in his life.”
Kikwang bit his nail worriedly. He kinda have a feeling what Yoseob would say.
“One: It’s Lee Kikwang. Two: It’s Narsha.”
He really felt like breaking something. A glass. A plate or two.
“But it’s you that he loves. It was only just a crush with noona. No worries. Is everything okay, Kikwangie?”
“Ah, yes...”, but Yoseob could tell his voice was trembling.
Kikwang quickly ended the conversation by saying he gotta go. For a moment, he just sat, letting the phone slid on to the couch, making a soft thud. He realized he was jealous. Too jealous, perhaps. It came to him that this is the same feeling that Dongwoon felt, or rather had felt earlier in their relationship. Now Dongwoon...just changed. Was it a mistake that he left in the beginning? Was it his fault that Dongwoon changed?
He couldn’t wait tonight to talk, so he dialed Dongwoon’s number, desperate to tell him that he’s jealous, that he’s sorry, anything to make Dongwoon’s back to his usual self again. But when Dongwoon picked up the phone he quickly said,
“Baby, can you call me later? Narsha noona and I are in the middle of something here...”
He didn’t hear Dongwoon’s sentence clearly, but the mention of the name was enough, and he was angry.
It was enough.
“I HATE YOU, SON DONGWOON!!!”
With that, Kikwang threw the phone to the end of the room, not giving a damn it’s actually making a cracking sound and burst out crying. He sobbed, tears were falling to his cheeks, his shoulders were shaking with jealousy and anger. With blurry vision, Kikwang walked to the bedroom and crawled under the blanket, still sobbing and feeling pathetic. He just missed his Dongwoon so bad...
He didn’t know for how long he’s been crying. Last thing he knew was that his eyes were almost swollen due to too much crying, his throat was dry and he was tired. Kikwang was about to get up and wash his face when he saw Dongwoon was leaning on the doorframe. He blinked. Dongwoon’s not supposed to be home at this hour yet.
Kikwang was planning to ignore him when he realized Dongwoon’s gaze was cold. He stood up, only to be pushed again on the bed. Kikwang let out a soft gasp as Dongwoon was pinning him to the bed, eyes glaring frantically.
“What was that?”
Dongwoon’s voice was dangerous. Kikwang felt himself shivered.
“Answer me.”
His grip tightened on Kikwang’s wrists. Dongwoon frowned and caressed his cheek with a thumb.
“Were you crying, baby?”
And Kikwang was starting to sob again. But this time, he also mumbled the words he’s been trying to say, how he felt Dongwoon changed, how he hated Dongwoon’s attention was not fixed at him anymore, how he disliked Narsha noona in a way, and most importantly, he told him that he was jealous. That he shouldn’t get distracted by another gender.
So it was because of Narsha noona?
Dongwoon clicked his tongue and breathed, funny thing was Kikwang felt he was breathing a sigh of relief. He thought the younger one would start explaining, but he was smirking and was kissed softly on the lips.
“W-wait! You still have a lot to explain!”, Kikwang tried to push him away, but it was useless.
“I’ll tell you when we’re done,” Dongwoon said, still smirking.
“When we’re done-ah!!”
Kikwang moaned as Dongwoon’s knee slid between his crotch, forcing his legs to be spreaded. He felt himself turned on and blushed, wanting to smack himself for feeling such thing in the middle of hot make up sex argument. Dongwoon claimed his Kikwang’s lips passionately, one hand on Kikwang’s wrist and the other was trailing tentatively on his body. Soon Dongwoon’s hand found his nipple, pinching it softly, and Kikwang was embarassed at how his moan made him sounded like a virgin just getting his first touch.
It was Son Dongwoon, the only person who could make Kikwang feeling like this.
Kikwang couldn’t stop being so vocal, his moaning was driving Dongwoon’s crazy.
And as Dongwoon started to thrust inside him, he just had to cover Kikwang’s mouth with his lips to stop his moans. Which was useless. When Kikwang was more relaxed and their body rocked together in a rhyme, Dongwoon laced their fingers together and whispered on his ears possessively.
“Say that you belong to me.”
Kikwang whimpered, his cheeks were colored. The pleasure was unbearable. He almost couldn’t think.
“Do you remember what I always tell you?”
“Ah...um...”
“Do you remember?”
“L-Lee Kikwang...belongs...to Son Dongwoon only...”, Kikwang managed to breathe between the thrust. He closed his eyes, feeling embarassed, painful, yet longing at the same time. It was heartwarming.
“Exactly. And that is why, Son Dongwoon...belongs to Lee Kikwang only.”
Kikwang’s eyes were opened, but soon closing in again as Dongwoon quicken his pace, and couldn’t help but letting another moan escaping his mouth. His chest was tightened, as his brain was digesting the sentence. Dongwoon’s words were clear. Narsha noona was nothing. She didn’t take his place in the first time. He didn’t lost. Kikwang shed a happy tear as Dongwoon pulled him closer and meeting their lips over and over again.
They were perfect.
Dongwoon loved the feeling that their breaths seem to completed each other. How Kikwang’s lips was perfect on his. How Dongwoon’s big hands were perfect covering Kikwang’s. Even their heartbeats seemed to tick in unison.
They’re a pair. If one was changing the other would realize right away. If one was sick the other would feel the pain. If one was hurt the other would cry.
And when Kikwang cried his name in ecstasy, he would give anything to have Kikwang not gonna cry anyone else’s name.
Because Kikwang is his.
And they’re meant to be.
***
Kikwang blinked. “D-Dongha-hyung’s fiancee?”
“Yes.”
“But, but I thought...you have a crush on her...”
Dongwoon rolled his eyes. “Well, we were close since we were kids, so I guess a lot of people thought of it like that. I look up to her as my big sister though. But really, she liked Dongha-hyung since they were kids.”
“O-oh...”
Kikwang brought his hands to his face, feeling embarassed. Yoseob must’ve thought of it like that, since both of them were also childhood friends. Somewhere deep down inside, Kikwang was thankful it was only a misunderstanding.
“And it’s not that I didn’t mention you to her, I did, but I always told her ‘My baby this,’ ‘My baby that,’ so she probably didn’t know your name.”
Kikwang only looked down, nodding slowly, regretting being jealous for nothing. “I’m sorry...”
Dongwoon lifted up his chin with a finger and caressed his cheek with a thumb. “Don’t be.”
They smiled at each other for a while in a comfortable silence.
“Um... I think I’m gonna start applying for a job. Is it okay?”
“No.”
“Eh?”
“You don’t have to have a job.”
Kikwang frowned. “But then I’ll be a burden.”
“I’m thinking of meeting your parents.”
Kikwang’s eyes were wide, as if he had just seen a ghost. “Y-you are?”
“I think it’s time. What do you think?”, Dongwoon was being himself but the older one caught a slight of worried tone in his voice.
“Are you sure?”
Dongwoon looked dead serious and nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“W-well...”
Kikwang intertwined their hands and smiled shyly.
“I think it’s perfect.”
End.
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