Priority [1/1]
Title: Priority [1/1]
Author: FloweryMisha
Pairing: KiWoon
Warning: BoyxBoy love. Enough said.
Summary: Dongwoon's angel. His priority.
[Perfect]
It started with a cough.
Kikwang woke up with a slight discomfort feeling but he shrugged it off. He sat up, rubbing his eyes then smiled at the sleeping person beside him. Kikwang leaned down to kiss Dongwoon’s lips softly, which was replied by a soft grunt. Dongwoon moved slightly, but showed no signs that he’s gonna wake up soon. Kikwang didn’t mind, it was always himself that woke up this early because he had to prepare everything for Dongwoon.
He got up and headed to the kitchen. Kikwang put on the apron, started chopping the meat and vegetables while making coffee at the same time. He was preparing both breakfast and lunch for Dongwoon at work. As Kikwang pour the olive oil on to the pan, he felt ticklish sensation on his throat and started coughing. It was a short one at first, which turned to unstoppable coughs in the end. He was distracted as he tried his best not to cough straightly to the food, but managed to finish cooking anyway.
Kikwang glanced at the clock and it was around time Dongwoon usually woke up to take a shower. He cleared his throat, downed a glass of water before heading back to the bedroom. Dongwoon was sitting quietly on the bed, trying to regain his consciousness in the early morning. Kikwang shooed him, telling his boyfriend that he’s gonna make the bed, but Dongwoon tugged him forward into his lap, grinning-
--and Kikwang coughed.
The kiss was canceled, and he earned a frown from the taller male.
Dongwoon asked him if he was okay, and he answered honestly, that he was. Or he thought he was. Dongwoon stared at him worriedly and Kikwang almost rolled his eyes, saying that it was just a cough Dongwoon-baby, and pointed at the clock, as if to say if he’s not gonna take a shower now, he’s gonna be late. Dongwoon pouted, saying that it’s his company, he can be late if he wants to. He obeyed Kikwang anyway and went to the bathroom.
Kikwang was about to make the bed when suddenly he remembered it’s been awhile since he changed the sheet. So he went to the closet to grab a clean sheet. It was folded and the size was for the king bed, but Kikwang didn’t know since when it began to feel so heavy. Probably he needs to work out more. Lately he only worked out in bed with Dongwoon...
He started to change the sheet but stopped halfway. Kikwang felt tired, and his body was starting to get sweaty. He even had to lean to the edge of the bed to prevent himself from falling. Dongwoon appeared from the bathroom with only a towel covering his lower part and frowned.
“Are you okay baby?”
Kikwang jumped slightly at the voice, turned around and blushed as he saw an almost naked Dongwoon. “Y-yeah, I’m okay.” The sight was so tempting, but Kikwang reminded himself that Dongwoon needs to work. He felt his cheeks were getting warmer, and he assured himself that it was because of the embarassment feeling. Kikwang looked down, mumbling something about preparing the lunch box and walked out of the room. He probably was still embarassed because the warm feeling stayed. His cheeks were burning and his throat was sore.
When Dongwoon was done, they had breakfast together and he noticed how Kikwang kept clearing his throat, as if something was stuck. Kikwang pretended like nothing was wrong, but he only ate half of his food. Dongwoon gave him a frown (he seemed to did that a lot this morning) and Kikwang replied he’s gonna finish it later. He took Dongwoon to the front door and when the latter pulled him closer for a kiss, Kikwang coughed slightly and covered his mouth quickly, so Dongwoon’s lips met his hand.
“You’re warm,” Dongwoon frowned.
“That’s because you’re so cool,” Kikwang playfully replied. “I guess it’s because I haven’t take a shower yet.”
Dongwoon looked uncertain. He stared at his boyfriend sternly, feeling worried. Dongwoon finally sighed. “Don’t force yourself if you’re not feeling well, okay? You should get some rest. I’ll call you later, alright baby?”
The taller male kissed his forehead and poke Kikwang’s cheek before leaving. Kikwang smiled, waving his hand at the closed door and decided to wash the dishes before taking a nap.
***
If Kikwang was only planning to wash the dishes, it turned to a series of doing chores.
He washed the dishes. When he went to the bedroom, Kikwang realized that the bed sheet from this morning was half done. He finished changing the sheet, only to realize that there were piles of dirty clothes in the laundry basket. Kikwang tossed them all into the washing machine just to find out that Dongwoon’s working room was a bit messy. He did tell Kikwang that something came up and that he wished he’d get the deal with the Jung company. Kikwang cleaned the room some more and smiled at the picture of him that Dongwoon put on the table, as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
Then Kikwang decided that he’s gonna take a nap, but when he looked at the watch and he remembered that he should start cooking for dinner. Kikwang went to the refrigerator to see the ingredients only to see that he was short of eggs and fishes. So he went out for a bit grocery shopping. It started raining on his way home and he didn’t bring any umbrella, so he got soaking wet. As Kikwang got home, the washing machine beeped, as if to remind him that they needed his attention too.
The male took all of the clothes from the machine, putting them in the laundry basket and kicked it aside, thinking that he’d do the ironing later. Kikwang felt his breath was starting to get unsteady, but he should finish his chores first before resting.
He sighed, mumbling to himself how could he be so clumsy, how could he not notice the darkened sky and Kikwang stripped himself, not even bothering throwing the wet clothes to the proper place, he just left them scattered on the floor. When he stepped into the shower, he forgot to turn on the hot water, so Kikwang was splashed with cold water at first. He cursed himself for being stupid before switching to warm water and took a quick shower as soon as possible. He sneezed several times.
Kikwang felt his condition had gone worse.
He stared longingly at the bed, but his work’s not done yet. Dinner for Dongwoon, ironing the clothes, etc etc, he could write down a long list. Kikwang continued cooking, and everything seemed to be fine before he used pepper and he started sneezing. He stepped back, covering his nose with both of his hands as he kept on sneezing. Kikwang grabbed the tissues and wiped his nose. When he finally stopped sneezing, his eyes were watery, his body was trembling and Kikwang could feel that his breath was hot.
Kikwang felt everything was spinning and grabbed the dining table. His head was pounding so hard, he thought it might explode. Kikwang waited for a moment. When the pain subsided, he tried to focus and continued cooking, but he almost cut his finger so he decided to stop. Kikwang turned off the stove and walked slowly towards the bedroom. He almost didn’t even have much energy left to make it there. Kikwang stumbled on the laundry basket on the floor, didn’t have the strength to curse anymore, lunged for the nearest couch and plop himself down.
Kikwang could feel his body was getting hotter and his head was throbbing as if something was hitting his head from the inside. He managed to open his eyes to look at the hanging clock on the wall, thinking that he should call Dongwoon to buy something for dinner on his way home later tonight. Suddenly, Kikwang missed his Dongwoon too much, wanting to be hugged by those arms, to feel secure.
Dongwoon was all he remembered before everything turned black.
***
Dongwoon came home sooner. He had an appointment with the Jung company the next day, so he sent everyone home to get a good rest and well prepared for the meeting. It was a good opportunity for promotion and everyone was excited. But he wasn’t able to focus that much, since Dongwoon’s mind had been drifting back to Kikwang.
He promised to call Kikwang, and he did as usual, but Kikwang didn’t pick up. At first he thought his boyfriend might be busy, cooking or doing something. Kikwang usually didn’t pick up the phone whenever his hands were full, but when he’s done, he’d call Dongwoon back as soon as possible. Dongwoon waited, but Kikwang didn’t call back. Even when he called again at lunch time and several times again after that, Kikwang didn’t pick up.
This, made him even eager to come home sooner.
So Dongwoon almost got a heart attack when he saw his boyfriend laid lifelessly on the couch, with an arm fell on the floor. He was panicked like hell, but as soon as his hand touched the warm skin, he immediately felt relieved.
He’s still alive. Thank God.
Kikwang moaned softly as Dongwoon pulled him into a sitting position, but he was too weak. As soon as he sat up, Kikwang fell backward again and Dongwoon quickly pulled him to an embrace, Kikwang’s face was against his chest.
“Dammit, you’re burning,” Dongwoon whispered worriedly as he put a hand on his boyfriend’s forehead.
Kikwang stirred in his arms. “Woonie...”
“Yes, baby, just rest,” Dongwoon stood up and carried him in a bridal style. He stopped, noticing the laundry basket on the floor, the grocery bags on the table and some soaked clothes. Dongwoon gritted his teeth.
You must’ve been forcing yourself again.
“I’m sorry...”, Kikwang mumbled softly, hot breath against Dongwoon’s neck.
“What are you sorry about?”
“I didn’t make dinner for you...”, Kikwang sounded really guilty as his burning hand clutched Dongwoon’s shirt. “I’m sorry...”
“Idiot,” Dongwoon said as he put his boyfriend carefully on the bed.
“Right now, it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re safe, and that’s all that matters.” He undressed Kikwang to change the T-shirt because he sweat so much, the latter didn’t even have the strength to feel embarassed anymore, he just let him. Kikwang opened his eyes slightly to see Dongwoon hovering above him, wincing everytime Dongwoon’s cool hands were on his skin.
If he’s not sick, he’d be blushing.
“Have you eaten?”
Kikwang closed his eyes, letting himself be moved to a more comfortable position with his head on the pillow. He shook his head slowly.
“I’m gonna take you to the doctor.”
“No... I don’t want to go to the doctor...”
“Then you have to eat.”
But even Dongwoon didn’t have the heart to force a sick Kikwang to obey him. Kikwang kept silent, shaking his head, his chest was moving up and down unsteadily. It was obvious that he was having trouble breathing and was in pain. Dongwoon felt like his cheek was slapped by a thick book, he was hurt even more.
He wished Kikwang wouldn’t feel such pain.
Dongwoon pulled the cover over Kikwang’s body and wiped the sweats off his face. He stood up, went to the kitchen to grab a bowl of water and a washcloth, before going back and put the cold cloth on Kikwang’s forehead. This should work. When he wakes up, I’m gonna make him eat something to drink the medicine. Dongwoon loosen his tie, throwing it to the nightstand before making his way back to the kitchen.
He stood up with an arm on his hip, staring blankly at the mess Kikwang made. Ingredients were everywhere, he didn’t even have the slightest idea what on earth his boyfriend was trying to cook for dinner. Dongwoon speed dialed on his phone as he opened the cabinets, trying to find something instant to make. The person he called was not picking up, so he left a voice mail.
“Seobie-hyung, it’s me. Kikwang’s sick and I don’t know what to cook. Maybe you could help. Call me back. Thanks, Hyung.”
Dongwoon didn’t blame Yoseob for not picking up, he was probably busy in his family restaurant anyway. He couldn’t think of anyone else better.
Dojoon, Hyunseung and Junhyung’s names popped up, but he didn’t want to bother them. Kikwang is his boyfriend, and he’s the one who’s supposed to take care of him. He waited for a while just in case Yoseob called back, and sighed. Dongwoon called another person, but was also directed to the voice mail.
“Narsha-noona, it’s me. Kikwang’s sick. I don’t know what to cook. Please call me back.”
He also didn’t blame Narsha for not picking up, she was probably still at their office, covering his work because he went home soon earlier.
Dongwoon suddenly didn’t want to eat dinner anymore, he just wished his boyfriend would get well soon. He grabbed his fruit named laptop and went back to the bedroom. Kikwang curled under the blanket, shivering, the wash cloth was off his face. Dongwoon intensely rewashed it on the bowl before putting the cloth back again on Kikwang’s forehead. Then he sat across the room, trying to work. But his gaze always drifted back to the sleeping figure. Dongwoon sighed in frustration, he’s not gonna be able to focus with Kikwang’s condition right now.
He speed dialed again Narsha’s number. When it was directed again to the voice mail, he left a message.
“Noona, I’m not working tomorrow.”
***
Kikwang’s eyes slowly cracked open and blinked multiple times. The spot beside him was empty.
Woonie?
Kikwang slowly turned back, eyes on the ceiling. He felt dizzy, his head was still throbbing in pain, but it’s not as painful as before. Rubbing his head, Kikwang sat up-
--and the wash cloth fell on his lap.
Kikwang blinked in confusion at the cloth. He then stared at the nightstand, a bowl of water was there. Realization was dawning upon him.
Was it...Woonie?
Kikwang smelled something delicious and his stomach grumbled slowly. He was about to get up to the source of the smell, but quickly realized his shirt was drenched in sweats. Kikwang blinked again in confusion. Wait, he didn’t wear this shirt yesterday...
Dongwoon walked into the room, with a plate in his right hand and a cup of tea in his other hand. A bread was stuffed into his mouth. His eyes widened as he saw Kikwang was already awake. Dongwoon almost rushed but he quickly remembered the tea. Worry was all over his face and Kikwang felt guilty. As soon as the plate and the cup were placed on the table (and the bread was downed in a single gulp), a hand was pressed to Kikwang’s forehead.
“Your fever’s subsided,” Dongwoon breathed in relief. “Thank God."
“I’m sorry,” Kikwang bit his lip. He stared at his boyfriend, feeling guilty. Dongwoon was a mess, he still wore the shirt from yesterday, his face looked tired, his clothes were crumpled, and-wait, the shirt from yesterday? He didn’t change? “Woonie, I’m sorry, I’m gonna prepare a new shirt for you, I haven’t done the ironing yesterday-“
He was interrupted as Dongwoon pressed their lips together. Kikwang closed his eyes, missing Dongwoon’s lips so badly, but he quickly pulled away, blushing, his hands were on Dongwoon’s chest. “I-I’m sick...”
“Pass it to me,” Dongwoon whispered on his lips before pressing them together again. Kikwang did nothing this time, after all, he missed his Dongwoon, even though they only separated for a few hours only. He could feel the bread on Dongwoon’s lips and couldn’t help but smile. His hands were still on Dongwoon’s chest while Dongwoon’s hand was on the back of his neck, when suddenly Kikwang broke the kiss abruptly, his eyes widened in horror.
“Woonie, you’re gonna be late!”
Dongwoon looked annoyed. “You’re just not gonna let me kiss you, are you?”
Kikwang blushed furiously. “I-I didn’t mean that...”
Dongwoon stood up, went to the closet and grabbed one of Kikwang’s shirt. Kikwang understood what he meant, and was waiting for Dongwoon to give the shirt to him, but instead the taller male pulled the shirt over Kikwang’s body by himself. Kikwang yelped in embarassment as Dongwoon embraced him tightly.
“You had me worried sick,” Dongwoon whispered on his naked shoulder, sending warm breath and making Kikwang shivered slightly.
The guilty feeling resurfaced and his clutch on Dongwoon got even tighter. “I’m sorry...”
Dongwoon pulled away and ruffled Kikwang’s hair affectionately. “Your fever’s subsided but I don’t want you do anything but sleep today. I don’t think you should take a shower either. You should eat, drink the medicine, and sleep. Do I make myself clear?”
Kikwang put on the shirt Dongwoon gave him and nodded quickly.
“Good. Now eat this.”
Dongwoon handed him the plate he was holding earlier. It was porridge, and it was still warm. Kikwang stared at the food, speechless, feeling touched. Did his boyfriend cook for this for him?
“I found it on the cabinet. There was the cooking instructions and I followed it...I hope it’s...edible.” Kikwang was just silent, staring at the food, so Dongwoon continued. “It’s okay if you don’t eat it all. Just have a spoon or two, so you could drink the medicine. And tell me what you want to eat, I’ll buy it for you.”
Kikwang’s lips curved into a smile. He was more than happy. He took a mouthful spoon, and Kikwang’s smile even got wider as he gulped it. “It’s good.”
“Yeah, that’s because it’s instant food. And I couldn’t find the tray, so...I guess the kitchen is really your place, baby.”
Dongwoon smiled and Kikwang chuckled happily. They stayed in silence as Kikwang continued eating. Dongwoon only stared, and much to his surprise, Kikwang ate all of the food and drank the medicine. They gazed at each other fondly for a while before Kikwang glanced at the clock.
“Baby, you should go. I’ll be fine.”
Dongwoon blinked at him, unmoved.
“Oh, and good luck.”
“Good luck for what?”
Kikwang stared at him confusedly. “The meeting with the Jung company...it’s today, right?”
“Oh. That.” Dongwoon shrugged. “Dongha-hyung will get it. He’s a great negotiator.”
“D-Dongha-hyung?”
“Yeah.”
“But...this is what you’ve always wanted right, Woonie? This meeting has been in your mind for weeks...”
“Yeah. Until last night.”
“Last night?”
“That you’re my priority, and not my work.”
Kikwang gasped softly and brought a hand to his mouth. Dongwoon smiled simply, kissed his forehead and got up.
“Get some rest. I’m not going anywhere today.”
***
As much as Kikwang wanted to protest, he knew he couldn’t. Being in a relationship with Dongwoon for several years made him understand the stubborn side of his boyfriend. His stubbornness. His possessiveness. His jealousy. Kikwang didn’t want to sleep at first, but he eventually gave in to the medicine.
He could feel that even in his sleep, Dongwoon was taking care of him. He could feel Dongwoon washed the cloth before putting it back on his forehead, checking his temperature with the back of his hand, making sure Kikwang stays warm by pulling the blanket over whenever it moved because of his hands, and even could feel the slightest touch on his lips and murmurs of “Get well soon, baby.”
Kikwang could also feel that Dongwoon’s been walking back and forth into the room, sometimes checking Kikwang, but most of the times he was checking on his laptop. A tinge of guilty was building inside Kikwang. Dongwoon took a day off for him, because he’s sick. And with a major important meeting coming up, too. Why couldn’t he pick a better day to be sick? On weekends, perhaps? That way Dongwoon wouldn’t have to take a day off.
But he did, and Dongwoon was really taking care of him. Kikwang wanted to cry for being such a burden. He cried himself to sleep.
When he woke up, it was already past lunch time. Kikwang blinked, adjusting to the light that’s peeking from the curtained window and wondered where Dongwoon was. He wanted to see Dongwoon so badly. To apologize. To kiss. To hug.
The door was opened and his boyfriend walked in with a basket of folded clothes. Kikwang smiled weakly at the sight.
“Woonie?”, his voice was cracked. He cleared his throat.
Dongwoon looked over his shoulder and smiled. “You’re awake.”
Kikwang stared at his boyfriend. Dongwoon was back facing him as he put all of the clothes to their wardrobe. “Did you iron them?”
“Yeah,” Dongwoon sat on the edge of the bed, caressing Kikwang’s cheek.
“I’m sorry...”
“Stop saying you’re sorry, baby. It’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault.”
“But... You should’ve just let me. I’ll do it eventually when I get better. It’s my job anyway.”
“If everything’s your job, then what’s mine?”
Kikwang’s eyes widened at the reply. He even felt more guilty. “Protect me?”, Kikwang whispered.
Dongwoon’s eyes softened. “Of course. I’m a good boyfriend,” he said and Kikwang laughed. “Hey! Why are you laughing?”
“You are a good boyfriend, Woonie. But you’re the father type.”
Kikwang tried to sit and Dongwoon helped him. Dongwoon leaned forward to kiss him, but Kikwang stopped him.
“I smell.”
“I love your smell.”
Kikwang hit Dongwoon playfully.
“I’m hungry.”
“About time. What do you want to eat?”
“I could eat anything right now, but can I take a warm shower first? I feel so sticky...”
Dongwoon didn’t agree to the idea at first, but Kikwang kept on insisting he needed one, so he reluctantly agreed. He let Kikwang took a warm shower by himself, but Dongwoon was also inside the bathroom, keeping an eye on him, just in case. Kikwang smiled to himself at the sight. When he was done, he felt refreshed and much, much better. The dizziness stayed, but that’s all.
Kikwang walked to the kitchen to make something for late lunch and early dinner, but his eyes widened in surprised as he saw food and fruits were stacking on the dining table. “Woonie, who sent this?”
“Uh... Let’s see, Narsha-noona, Yoseob-hyung, and Hyunseung-hyung.”
“Wh-what-? I-I mean-“
“They stopped by while you’re sleeping. And wished you a get well soon.”
Kikwang was speechless. “But... But it was just a fever. They didn’t have to do this...”
“They just think of you as a part of family,” Dongwoon hugged Kikwang from behind. “Well, look at the bright side. We have much food for a few days ahead.”
Kikwang chuckled and smiled. Everyone was being nice to him, and he’s grateful. “If that’s the case, I love being part of the family,” he turned to Dongwoon and squeezed his hand. “Our family.”
***
Kikwang felt full. They were sending him lots of food and he was eating like there’s no tomorrow. Kikwang was feeling much better, in fact, he felt strong enough to wash the dishes and all, but Dongwoon forbid him. So he only stared at Dongwoon who washed the dishes carefully and smiled.
Son Dongwoon is a really, really good boyfriend. And he’s lucky to have him.
Kikwang already drank his medicine and was watching TV with Dongwoon just now in the living room. Suddenly Dongwoon’s phone rang and he went to his work room to talk privately. He felt guilty again. Whenever Dongwoon went to his work room to answer his phone, that means it’s about his work. His company. His office. Dongwoon must’ve felt somewhat not calm too, that he’s not there when the meeting began. Kikwang intertwined his fingers together and brought them to his lips, wishing everything went well. If it wasn’t, Kikwang won’t be able to forgive himself.
Few minutes later, Dongwoon appeared with a strange look on his face.
Kikwang only stared at him when Dongwoon turned off the TV. He looked nervous, tried to say something out of his mouth, but failed. Kikwang waited patiently. Finally Dongwoon managed to say, “Can I have my luck charm?”
Kikwang frowned, confused. “Huh?”
Dongwoon shook his head, decided that there’s no need for words and captured Kikwang’s lips passionately. A heated kiss started, and Kikwang moaned softly. Come to think of it, Kikwang always moaned whenever Dongwoon kissed him, touched him, or even make love to him. Kikwang’s moaning was so sexy, Dongwoon didn’t know how he did it, but he did, and he was always successful to turn him on.
The latter made a muffled sound as he was carried to their bedroom, Dongwoon’s lips never leave his. Kikwang was sprawled on the bed with Dongwoon hovering above him. He blushed as Dongwoon undressed him like the night before, only this time he’s not sick and Dongwoon was kissing his exposed skin parts. Kikwang started to breathe hard, realizing he’s not as fit as usual. When Dongwoon was done with playing and teasing,
Kikwang cupped his face.
“Be gentle,” Kikwang stared shyly into Dongwoon’s eyes.
“I’m always gentle,” Dongwoon whispered as his hands trailed south, to Kikwang’s waistband.
“Gentler,” Kikwang whispered back and closed his eyes, ready for Dongwoon.
So Dongwoon did.
Soft moans quickly turned into loud moans. Guilty feeling was soon replaced by happiness, loving, and unbearable pleasure. Dongwoon was rocking into him gently, in a rhythmic breath. Dongwoon’s eyes were open, as if to keep an eye on Kikwang, who kept his eyes closed all the time with crimson cheeks. He kept an eye on him, whenever Kikwang’s breathing got unsteady, Dongwoon would slow down.
Kikwang realized what his boyfriend was doing and opened his eyes. Their eyes met, and he could see the love Dongwoon has for him. Kikwang wanted to cry, and as Dongwoon hit the sweet spot inside of him, he pulled him closer and kissed the taller male.
“I love you,” he whispered between the kiss. “I love you...so much. I love you, Son Dongwoon.”
Dongwoon whispered back, “I love you too, Angel.”
But Kikwang knew it’s not true. He's not the angel. Because Dongwoon was the one who always take good care of him, always protect him, always love him.
And that’s why Dongwoon is the real angel.
***
“Reschedule?”
“Yeah.”
“Woonie, that’s wonderful! But...how come?”
“Narsha-noona told him that I couldn’t come because my boyfriend was sick. He told her that he understood perfectly of that feeling...so he asked for a reschedule. Baby, Jung Yunho asked for a reschedule. I must be out of my mind. I am one freaking lucky bastard.”
Kikwang giggled.
Dongwoon checked himself once again in the mirror, making sure his appearance was okay. He looked nervous and took a deep breath.
“You look great, baby. And you’re gonna be okay,” Kikwang assured his boyfriend and straightened his tie. He smiled. “There. My handsome boyfriend.”
Dongwoon turned to look at him and Kikwang kept smiling.
“What?”
Dongwoon looked at him fondly and pulled Kikwang into a bone crushing hug. “I wonder what would I be without you,” he mumbled. “You’re the reason I success.”
You’re my reason to live, Son Dongwoon.
“Please don’t ever leave me,” Dongwoon tightened his grip.
Kikwang looked up as Dongwoon looked down, and their lips met. “I won’t. Now focus, okay? Break a leg and get the deal.”
Dongwoon stared at himself again in the mirror, exhaling loudly. “Oh. Don’t make anything for dinner, okay? I’ll pick you up later.”
“Alright.”
Kikwang walked Dongwoon to the door, kissing him goodbye, and waved. Just as Dongwoon was about to grab the door knob, Kikwang said,
“Good luck, baby.”
The taller male smiled and nodded, even though Dongwoon didn’t need one. After all, he already got his luck charm.
It’s Lee Kikwang.
End.
[Proposal]