Proposal [1/1]
Title: Proposal [1/1]
Author: FloweryMisha
Pairing: KiWoon
Warnings: BoyxBoy love. Enough said.
Summary: If it's meant to be, then it's meant to be.
[Priority]
As Kikwang got older, he got a lot of annoying questions.
He supposed he didn’t mind. At first it was only questions like, when was he going to graduate-half a year ago, when his thesis wasn’t finished yet. Then it turned to, when he’s gonna get a job-which he didn’t, because Dongwoon didn’t want him to work, which he obeyed and stayed like a beautiful housewife at home. The last one popped suddenly, out of nowhere by his parents, when Dongwoon suddenly had a few days off and he decided to meet Kikwang’s parents.
“So...have you two decided when?”
Kikwang froze while he was about to sip his tea, cup in mid air and gawked at his mother’s question. He knew his mother is Dongwoon’s fangirl, and that she couldn’t wait to have him as a son in law, and was already in tears when he and Dongwoon appeared at the front door, obviously misunderstanding why they came in the first place.
On the other side, Dongwoon looked calm, and he only flashed her a soothing smile. “Soon, Mrs. Lee.”
Kikwang turned to him, eyes widened in surprise, hand still in mid air holding the cup. Soon? S-soon? B-but! We haven’t even talked about it yet!
His mother squealed happily and sobbed to a handkerchief, began to tell Dongwoon a long story about Kikwang. His father nodded approvingly, patted his wife’s back to calm her down. She blew her nose to the handkerchief and continued talking.
Kikwang shifted uncomfortably in his chair and glanced at Dongwoon, who only smiled kindly at his parents.
Then two weeks had passed, they’re back in the city, and it hadn’t been discussed ever since.
Suddenly the similar question was thrown back to his face when Dongwoon brought Kikwang to his family dinner, and it was the first time Kikwang met Dongwoon’s parents. He couldn’t figure out how Dongwoon inherited his foreign look, but as his father smiled warmly at Kikwang, and he felt that familiar feeling with Dongwoon’s smile, he noticed the resemblance. Dongwoon’s mother hugged him in a warm but somehow high class way, before saying it’s finally nice to meet him, that Dongwoon’s been crazy about him all this time. Kikwang could only blushed shyly.
His family and Dongwoon’s were different. He came from a normal class family, they’re not too rich, but it was enough. While Dongwoon was the opposite. Dongwoon told him once that he wasn’t born rich, his father was a hard worker and thankfully the business went great so he’s what Kikwang sees right now. Kikwang didn’t really mind about the money though. But being in the business for years made Dongwoon’s parents really looked so..breathtaking.
Kikwang noticed Mr. Son’s shirt must’ve cost too many zeros, and Mrs. Son’s jewelry was the latest design-he saw it on the advertising earlier. Dongha wore a gold Rolex which shone brightly, and Narsha-don’teven ask, probably if Dongwoon didn’t have Kikwang, he would’ve drooled over her like a fanboy. For a moment, he wondered if Dongwoon’s family would be shocked if they met his parents... His mother and father were the casual type. Kikwang looked down, hands playing with the champagne glass.
He didn’t talk much that night, and the conversation on the table was dominated by Dongha, Dongwoon and Mr. Son, mostly about the company, the index, the currency. Narsha and Mrs. Son giggled quietly as Kikwang heard them talking about the latest style of hair, dress and shoes. Kikwang could only put a fake interested smile, while he didn’t have a single clue what the hell they were talking about.
Kikwang thought he wouldn’t have a chance.
It was when the table was silent that he realized the question was addressed to him. Kikwang looked up, only to see everyone’s gazes on him, including Dongwoon’s. He cleared his throat. “I-I’m sorry, Mrs. Son?”
“I said, have you decided when?”
Kikwang blinked. “W-w-wh-when?”, he stammered, and mentally kicking himself. W-we haven’t talked about it yet, was what he was trying to say, but no words came out.
Dongwoon’s mother looked surprised and turned to look at her son. Kikwang gulped nervously and followed her gaze.
“Dongwoonie?”, his mother called.
Dongwoon stared at her blankly, before forcing a smile. “Soon, Umma. Soon.”
The topic was left at it, and when both of them arrived home at Dongwoon’s apartment, they stayed silent, unable to speak to each other. But Dongwoon was never silent before. He’d usually just blurt out his feelings if he’s angry, if he’s jealous. So a silent Dongwoon was torturing Kikwang. They changed, and Dongwoon kissed him goodnight on the lips, before back facing Kikwang.
Dongwoon’s normal breath was a sign that he fell asleep already.
Kikwang took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling. He tried to sleep, but his mind would always go back to the scene when Dongwoon said “Soon,” both at their mothers. What did “soon” mean? Did it mean...that Dongwoon didn’t want to? That Dongwoon still hadn’t thought about it?
Soon.
Kikwang couldn’t help but feeling a little broken hearted at the statement.
***
Winter almost turned to spring, and Kikwang welcomed the season happily.
Their relationship went back like usual, Dongwoon being possessive and Kikwang being a truthful boyfriend. They never talked about it, it left untouched, and Kikwang thought it’s probably for the best.
It was a fine, bright day in late March when Kikwang went out to check the mail, and found a sealed envelope. He frowned, flipping it over, but there were no names. It was just a soft yellow colored envelope and Kikwang brought it to his nose, there’s a bit lemon scented on the paper. Out of curiousity, he tore it and began to read the letter. The letters were cut from a newspaper so Kikwang wouldn’t know the handwriting.
You’re pretty.
It was just a short sentence.
Kikwang’s frown got deeper and he looked around. Dongwoon’s apartment was located on the sixth floor, so whoever put it in the mailbox must’ve passed the security guard. Right? , he mentally asked, not even sure about it. Wrong address?
He shrugged it off, decided to ask the security later if he goes out. Kikwang brought the envelope inside, putting it with the other bills, and went to take a shower.
Kikwang forgot it already.
***
Several days later, after Dongwoon left for work and Kikwang was in the kitchen, washing the dishes, he heard someone rang the doorbell. He stopped, dried his hand with a rag and went to the door. Kikwang peeked, but no one was there. He slowly opened the door and found another envelope on the floor, this time soft blue colored.
Kikwang took it carefully and closed the door. He opened it, and just like before, the letters from the newspaper were glued to form a sentence.
I love it when you smile.
He blinked. Kikwang tried to remember anyone who seemed suspicious lately. None. He wondered momentarily if he should tell Dongwoon about it, but then his phone rang, and he tossed the envelope to the stacking of bills and went to answer the phone.
It was forgotten already.
***
The next envelope comes sooner than before. After locking the door, his feet stepped on something. Kikwang looked down only to see a soft green envelope was under his feet. He gasped slowly, looked around, but no one was there. Kikwang leaned to the door and stooped down to take it. As much as he wanted to toss the envelope away, but his curiousity was killing him. So Kikwang slowly tore it.
You did nothing when I touched your hair.
He gasped in surprise, a hand on his chest. This someone-whoever this is, touched his hair? Where? Somewhere? Kikwang couldn’t remember, there was people everywhere he went and he didn’t bother to look at them. He went to the mall, to the convenient store, he met a lot of people on the way, on the elevator down. Fear risen inside of Kikwang and he changed his mind, not wanting to go outside today. He unlocked the door and went back inside, hugging himself.
Could this be called...stalking?
Kikwang rubbed his hands nervously and put the envelope on the table. He suddenly remembered he still kept the previous envelopes. Kikwang browsed thoroughly between the bills and quickly found them. He glared at the envelopes and was in dilemma. Should he tell Dongwoon?
But even if he did, what good would that be?
“Baby, someone is stalking me.”
“Baby, someone is sending me these.”
“Baby, someone touched my hair...and I didn’t know where.”
Kikwang facepalmed, gauging the possibility of Dongwoon’s reaction. The last one might triggered his boyfriend’s anger the most. Dongwoon’s really possessive when it comes to his properties, moreover knowing someone touching his Kikwang?
But...there were no names, no sender, no handwriting. What good would it be to tell Dongwoon?
After fighting with his inner side, Kikwang decided not to tell Dongwoon. Even if an envelope appeared in front of his door, he’s just gonna ignore it and toss it in to the trash bin down the hallway. Yeah, that’s it. Kikwang’s gonna end it without bothering Dongwoon.
***
So when a purple colored envelope showed up beautifully on his door, Kikwang braved himself to pick it up and went to the elevator. He clutched it tightly, heart pounding hard, and when he got to the ground floor, Kikwang threw it to the trash bin and smiled to himself. It was not important, he should ignore small things like that.
He finished what he had to do and as he arrived back at the apartment, one of the security guard greeted him warmly. “Mr. Lee, there's a mail for you."
Kikwang froze, it was the purple envelope he had tossed earlier this morning. “W-who was it from?”
“Eh? Now that you mention it, there are no names written on it... The guard before my shift just told me to give this to you. I’m sorry, Sir.”
Kikwang was terrified. Did that someone was here? In the building? In the same apartment? The security guard handed him the envelope, but Kikwang stared at it like he was handing him a bloody body part. He gulped, taking a step back and shaking his head. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know who sent me that...could you, could you throw it away for me please?”
He nodded understandingly. “Of course.”
Kikwang then walked quickly to the elevator, pushing his floor button and waited as it went up. He felt scared and his body was trembling. Kikwang needed Dongwoon. He wanted Dongwoon. The first thing he’s gonna do when he arrived at their apartment is to call Dongwoon, ask him to go home soon, and tell him everything-
-if he didn’t see another purple envelope in front of the door.
Kikwang covered his mouth in horror, staring at it quietly like it’s a bad disease before kicking it aside with his shoes. It flew under the hall table and Kikwang entered his room as soon as possible. He locked it, then double locked it and turned on the TV to fill the silence. Kikwang speed dialed his boyfriend’s number and Dongwoon picked up at the third time.
“W-Woonie?”
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
God, his voice was trembling. He needed to be calm so Dongwoon would be calm too.
“Come home soon, baby,” Kikwang whispered desperately. “Please...”
As soon as he heard Dongwoon’s voice, Kikwang wanted to break down and cry. He just needed his arms, he needed his presence, God, he needed everything about Dongwoon right now. So when Dongwoon told him he’s gonna arrive around half an hour from now, Kikwang sniffed in relief. He glanced at the hanging clock on the wall, counting. His heart just couldn’t stop pounding. Kikwang tried to calm himself down by watching cartoon on TV. It didn’t help at all.
Suddenly his phone buzzed and Kikwang read the text message.
His heart almost stopped working as soon as he read the content.
WHY DID YOU THROW AWAY MY LETTER?
Kikwang let out a scared yelp and panickly threw the phone to the carpeted floor. His back was glued to the couch, unable to move. Kikwang’s eyes widened in horror. How come the stalker knows his number? Then again, that’s what a stalker do. Kikwang smacked his head inwardly as he realized it was not the time to compliment the person.
It buzzed again. Kikwang ignored it.
Then it buzzed again. Somehow Kikwang felt like reading it. So he embraced himself, as if to encourage his self and took his phone. Kikwang held his breath and started to read it.
I FEEL HURT. AM I BEING REJECTED?
IF YOU DON’T DO AS I SAY, I WILL HURT THAT HANDSOME BOYFRIEND OF YOURS.
Kikwang felt like crying. “No! Don’t hurt Woonie...”
He didn’t know what to do. Should he reply? Should he not reply? What should he do?
Another buzz.
FIRST OF ALL, KEEP QUIET. YOU WOULDN’T WANT ME TO CUT YOUR BOYFRIEND’S CAR BRAKES WOULD YOU?
That was it. Kikwang sobbed into his hands. Who is this evil person? He can hurt me, but please don’t hurt Woonie... He kept on crying on the couch, until he realized Dongwoon was home and grabbed his shoulders suddenly and looked into his eyes.
“Baby, why are you crying? Who made you cry?”
Kikwang cried again, his eyes turned into crescents, which usually appeared because of his smile. But this time, they appeared sadly and were filled with tears, and Dongwoon’s chest tightened because of that. The shorter male was pulled into an embrace, and the sob even got harder.
Dongwoon waited, and waited patiently before kissing him to calm him down, until Kikwang was tired of crying his eyes out, until Kikwang was calmed, until Kikwang finally stopped sobbing and was willing to return the kiss Dongwoon planted on his lips. It was salty and Kikwang felt his mouth was full with tears, but Dongwoon didn’t give a damn, he just kept kissing his boyfriend slowly, lovingly, until Kikwang really, really stopped crying.
Kikwang let out a sigh when Dongwoon pulled away and wiped away his tears with a thumb. His heart was heavy, and his eyes hurt.
“It’s okay, I’m here now,” Dongwoon whispered into his lips. “I’m here.”
Kikwang leaned forward to put his head on Dongwoon’s shoulder. He was sitting on the couch and Dongwoon was kneeling before him. Kikwang felt guilty, Dongwoon must be tired from the position. He clutched Dongwoon’s shoulder tightly before letting himself be carried by the latter. Kikwang felt tired from all the crying, and as he wrapped his hands around his boyfriend’s neck, Kikwang slowly closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
***
Dongwoon’s alarm clock was buzzing and Kikwang slowly opened his eyes.
He blinked and turned to the person who’s supposed to be beside him. But Dongwoon was nowhere to be found. Kikwang sat up, feeling alarmed and sighed in relief as he heard the sound of splashing water in the bathroom. He rubbed his head slowly, feeling dizzy, perhaps from too much crying, before holding his breath as Kikwang heard a phone buzz.
Was it his? Was it Dongwoon’s?
Kikwang stared at the nightstand and his phone was there. Dongwoon must’ve been the one who put it there. He grabbed it slowly, and stopped as he saw the envelopes, all of them on the nightstand. Kikwang’s hand was trembling. Did Dongwoon read them? Dongwoon must’ve read them. Kikwang suddenly felt really, really scared. He read the text in fear.
I DON’T THINK I LIKE YOUR BOYFRIEND.
Half of his soul was robbed forcefully out of him.
“No,” Kikwang whispered. “Please don’t hurt him. Please don’t.”
Another buzz.
I THINK I’M GONNA STICK TO THE CAR BRAKE PLAN.
Kikwang was distracted as Dongwoon stepped out from the bathroom in a bathrobe. He looked up, and Dongwoon raised his eyebrows. “Baby,” he whispered. “Don’t go.”
Dongwoon blinked and stared at Kikwang confusedly. “Don’t go?”
“Yeah,” Kikwang stood up and lunged at his boyfriend, scared to let go. “Please, stay for today. Please...please take a day off.”
Dongwoon looked down at Kikwang, confusion was clear in his eyes. “I have to meet Appa today, baby.”
Kikwang stared at him fearfully. “Y-you have to meet Mr. Son? Today?”
“Yeah,” Dongwoon slowly let go and went to the closet to get changed. “But I promise I’ll come home earlier, alright?”
He was only able to gaze at now fully dressed Dongwoon. Kikwang opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. All he wanted to say was just please, please, please, please, please, please, please don’t go... “I-I’m scared.”
That got Dongwoon’s attention. He looked at Kikwang worriedly. “I know. Those letters, right? I’ll ask the security guards on my way out.”
No...Woonie, please...
“I’m gonna go grab breakfast later, don’t cook, and don’t go anywhere today,” Dongwoon straightened his tie and grabbed his briefcase. He quickly put on his socks and shoes and headed to the door. Kikwang grabbed the back of his shirt tightly, turning him around. Dongwoon looked surprised.
“P-please, Woonie, please baby, please don’t go, please, please, I beg you, I’m begging you, I’m begging you, I’ll call your father, I’ll tell him the reason why you cancel, I will, I will do anything so please stay!!”, Kikwang held Dongwoon’s arms, his eyes started to fill with tears.
Dongwoon looked surprised, but then his head slowly turned away. Kikwang followed, only to find out that there was someone else beside them in the room.
Junhyung smiled at them awkwardly. “I’m here to pick Dongwoon up. Our company will be having a meeting today.”
Kikwang only stared at Junhyung, still in tears.
“Baby,” Dongwoon said and his boyfriend turned to look at him again. “We’ll talk about the envelopes later tonight. I promise. Okay? Now I gotta go,” he kissed Kikwang’s forehead and gave him a brief hug before leaving. Junhyung bowed at him before following the taller male.
Kikwang was left.
Just like that.
His phone buzzed.
NOW YOU’RE MINE.
Kikwang screamed and called Dongwoon quickly. Dongwoon didn’t pick up until the third attempt.
“Baby, I’m sorry, there was some trouble with the car-“
“WOONIE PLEASE JUST GET OFF THE CAR, THAT STALKER SAID SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE-“
“Hyung, watch out!!”
Dongwoon’s scream was all he heard and the line was cut. Kikwang’s world came to stop and a second later he cried Dongwoon’s name out loud, with the phone clutched tightly to his chest. He fell to his knees on the floor, sobbing desperately. It was his fault.
It was my fault. It was my fault. It was my fault. I should’ve just told Dongwoon from the start. I should’ve just told him. I should’ve just. I should’ve!!!!
“Woonie!!”, Kikwang cried out in pain.
He didn’t know when someone else was in the room. Kikwang realized a pair or shoes were in front of him as he sobbed on the floor. He tried to look up at the standing male. “Just kill me already,” Kikwang whispered. He didn’t care anymore if it was the stalker. Then the male leveled himself with Kikwang, and he realized it was Yoseob. “Seobie.”
Wait.
Yoseob?
Kikwang looked at him, eyes wide opened, still in heavy tears. “Seobie...Dongwoon is...”
Yoseob smirked at him, head tilted to one side. “Dongwoon is?”
Kikwang’s suspicious grew and he stopped crying. “Dongwoon is...”
Yoseob took out a phone from his pocket and started typing. A moment later, Kikwang’s phone buzzed. Kikwang’s eyes traveled down to his phone.
“Yo-Yoseobie?”
The said male just shrugged and gestured at his phone. Kikwang shook his head, but Yoseob’s death glared made him obeyed, and grabbed the phone. With trembling hands, Kikwang opened the text message.
ALIVE.
Kikwang blinked and stared at Yoseob. The latter typed something on his phone again before grinning.
Another buzz.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KIKI.
Kikwang’s hand fell to the floor. “W-w-what?”
The door was opened and a bunch of people came in. Hyunseung walked in with a very big birthday cake, Junhyung got boxes of presents in his hands, and Doojoon was, well, he didn’t bring anything. Dongwoon was the first one to enter the room, and his heart almost stopped beating at the sight of Kikwang, crying and sitting weakly on the floor. He dashed to his boyfriend, pulling him into a bone crushing hug and glared at Yoseob.
“I told you it was too much.”
“But Seungie-hyung said I should make him cry!”
Dongwoon’s glare turned to Hyunseung who was too busy lighting candle to notice. He sighed and his eyes fixed back at Kikwang. “Happy birthday, Lee Kikwang.”
Kikwang blinked stupidly and remembered that it’s his birthday. His brain was still slow, his heart was still trying to get back to work-all because he almost died knowing that Dongwoon...Dongwoon was...
He touched Dongwoon’s arm and breathed in relief. “Baby...you’re alive...”
“I’m sorry,” Dongwoon whispered and kissed his hair. “I’m sorry...”
“Save that moment for the two of you later! Now get up and blow the candles!”, the others said cheerfully, ignoring the situation Dongwoon and Kikwang in, as they prepared the cake.
Dongwoon sighed, thinking that they'll talk later and stood up, pulling Kikwang along, who was still too weak and hadn’t recovered from the shock. He wiped Kikwang’s tears and smiled encouragingly at him. Kikwang forced a smile and tried to be happy.
If only the tension wasn’t too heavy.
Kikwang fainted.
***
“We’re really, really, sorry. We’ll do anything to make it up.”
Kikwang faintly heard the conversation as he regained his consciousness.
“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to harm him, he’s just shocked,” he heard Dongwoon’s voice. “Thank you guys. Maybe you could come back later, and we’ll celebrate when he’s better?”
There were mumblings of yes and Yoseob’s voice chirped.
“Hyung, you should apologize. It’s your idea in the first place.”
Hyunseung snorted. “He’ll thank me for it. Call me later.”
“Seung!”, Junhyung protested. “Sorry Dongwoon-ah. We’ll come back later.”
“Later, Dongwoon,” this time it was Doojoon.
A sound of the closed door was heard and Kikwang blinked, fully aware of his surroundings. He sat up and noticed a tray of food was put above his lap. It was a sliced cake, a tea, and a... Kikwang gulped. A box. He poked the box playfully. Last time Dongwoon gave him a box, it was a key. A key to his apartment. What could it be now?
“Baby, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
Kikwang could feel that Dongwoon was really worried from his tone. He looked up and smiled. “I’m okay.”
Dongwoon was silent. “I’ll fix you something if you don’t want to eat the cake.”
“No, this is okay. Strawberry cheesecake. Nice choice,” Kikwang smiled. However, he made no move at both the cake and tea. His eyes were gazing back at the box.
Dongwoon cleared his throat before sitting beside Kikwang on the edge of the bed. “It’s my present. Open it.”
Kikwang slowly reached out for the box and opened it carefully. He held his breath as the box was opened, revealing a beautifully carved white gold ring. The design was simple yet so elegant at the same time. Kikwang was speechless, he kept staring at the ring.
Dongwoon looked nervous. “You know...,” he said and Kikwang looked at him. “I’m serious with this. Everytime I tried to talk to you about it, you seemed not ready. When your mother asked me. When my mother asked you. You just seemed... I don’t know.”
He kneeled beside the bed and Dongwoon’s hand reached for Kikwang’s.
“I love you, Lee Kikwang. More than anything. I want to marry you, I want to be your husband, I want to be official for you. But I will wait until you’re ready. I’ll wait even if it takes forever. Will you... Will you think about it?”
Kikwang pondered for a moment. So it was a misunderstanding? He thought Dongwoon didn’t want to talk about it, but perhaps from the way he reacted, Dongwoon was the one who thought he wasn’t ready yet? Kikwang felt his cheeks getting warmet and his eyes were getting hot. But this time, it’s not worried, it’s not fear, it’s pure bliss.
Dongwoon waited quietly, but his eyes showed that he’s just as scared as Kikwang before.
“I’d love to be a Son Kikwang,” he said shyly.
Dongwoon showed obvious relief, but he stared longer at Kikwang, just to make sure, and the latter nodded once again. He suddenly stood up, carefully removing the tray from the bed, kissing Kikwang’s hand before moving to the lips. Dongwoon stopped, grabbing Kikwang’s left hand before sliding the ring carefully to the finger. He stared at the ring that curled perfectly on Kikwang’s hand lovingly.
It’s official. I’m gonna be Kikwang’s husband.
Both of them couldn’t stop smiling and their hands intertwined. Dongwoon pushed Kikwang carefully on to the bed, before continued kissing him.
Kikwang grabbed Dongwoon’s hand tightly, not wanting to let go. He just couldn’t afford to lose Dongwoon again, he didn’t want to feel that horrible feeling like before. Kikwang loves the taller male too damn much.
As the kiss deepened and Dongwoon leaving marks on Kikwang’s body, the former suddenly remembered that he would call Hyunseung later to thank the older male. His plan worked, by the way, and Kikwang finally accepted his proposal.
Hyunseung’s words kept playing over and over again in Dongwoon’s head.
If it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be.
And he believed it.
Because they are meant to be.
End.
[Loyalty]