Past Tense
Title: Past Tense
Pairing: Xanseop (Xander/Kiseop)
Summary: Who wants to get married when you can have a hot, foreign fortuneteller?
Rating: PG
Warning: AU, female Kevin. Cameo by Heechul
Notes: I should really make a move on the prompt challenge. But anyways, better late than never! ZOMG, this turned out longer than I expected 0___0
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Kiseop can feel a headache coming on. He has no idea what made him actually listen to his idiots for friends [Eli, Soohyun and Dongho can be very persuasive when they want to be. Especially with blackmail material hanging over Kiseop’s head] and taking up their offer of visiting a fortuneteller three days before his wedding with the Woo’s daughter, Karin. But here he is, staring up at a worn sign reading ‘Mysterious Xander’ hanging on a gate of a homey, relatively normal looking two-storey house.
“Why am I doing this again?” Kiseop sighs, massaging the bridge of his nose and silently counting to ten in his head. Dongho smiles cutely, linking arms with the older man. “Because you love us!” he says easily, Eli snickering in the background.
“Sure. Just don’t blame me if this trip turns out to be a waste of money,” Kiseop retorts, glaring hard at the sign. Soohyun pats his shoulder. “Oh don’t worry, Eli’s loaded,” he says, frog marching Kiseop past the unlocked gate and up the pathway leading to the house, Eli following behind, watching everything in amusement.
Soohyun raises a fist to knock the door and his knuckles barely brush the wood before it is thrown open, a frowning man that looked remarkably like a woman with a hand on his hip beckons them to come in.
“Hurry up and get in,” he grumbles, looking annoyed. “Name’s Heechul. No I am not the mysterious Xander, go in one by one,” And Heechul disappears after that, leaving four dumbstruck customers in his wake.
“Well that was a nice welcome,” Dongho remarks dryly as a voice shouts in English with irritation laced in his words, “WILL THE IDIOTS STANDING IN MY FOYER HURRY THE HELL UP?”
“And I’d guess that is Xander,” Eli says, looking far too amused for Kiseop’s liking. “I’ll go first,” And he walks up to the door, opening it when he hears permission to go in.
Fifteen minutes later, Eli comes back out looking stunned, a smug looking man [Kiseop can’t help but think the man looks good, really, really good] smirking at Kiseop before the door swings shut. “What happened hyung?” Dongho asks curiously. Eli just shakes his head and sinks into a nearby chair, speechless.
Soohyun goes in next, curiousity peaking at Eli’s reaction. He comes out exactly fifteen minutes later in the same date, blabbering incoherently before pushing Dongho to go in. “Are you going to die? Is that why the both of you are behaving like this?” Kiseop asks sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of the situation. Soohyun grips the cuff of Kiseop’s shirt mutedly. “He knew Kiseop-ah, about my parents’ divorce and how I… I have a crush on Dong-“
His words are cut off when Dongho bursts out the door, leaping on Soohyun and kissing the living daylights out of the older man. In between the sloppy kissing, Kiseop catches mumbles of, “I love you so much hyung,” and “Gosh, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted this,” and Kiseop can’t help but feel a little freaked out by the public display of molesting and groping.
“I think you’re next,” says an accented voice, bored, the door swinging open without anyone touching it and Kiseop feels like as though something big will happen if he steps through the door.
“You’re going to come in anyways,” the voice says again and Kiseop finds himself compelled to step through the door and he does, hearing it swing shut behind him, lock clicking in place. Kiseop’s mouth goes dry at the sight sitting right in front of him.
The man [Xander, his brain provides] is good looking, even more so up close with his tan, blemish-free skin and mocha eyes lined with kohl watching him carefully. Xander sits in a large, cushy looking armchair, one leg crossed over the other wrapped in bright red skinny jeans, a tight fitting black T-shirt with yellow printed words splashed across his chest reading “ME LOVE YOU LONG TIME”.
“Don’t just stand there and gape at me,” Xander says, rolling his eyes. Kiseop clears his throat, face flushed in embarrassment as he takes a seat on the opposite side of the table. “Just so you know,” Kiseop starts as Xander cuts in, “You don’t believe in my mumble jumble, hocus pocus fortunetelling. Point taken. So why are you here?”
Kiseop stares at the other man, brows raised before replying uncomfortably, “Friends decided to try something out before my bachelor life ends,” Xander doesn’t reply, making a small ‘humph’ before holding out a slender hand. “What?” Kiseop says intelligently wondering if Xander was asking for money. Hadn’t Eli paid?
“No you idiot, give me your hand,” Xander says exasperatedly. His client continues staring at him blankly and Xander groans, reaching over and grabbing Kiseop’s hand, startling him. “What? No shiny crystal ball filled with fog?” Kiseop says, smirking.
“Crystal ball? What do you take me for?” Xander says, highly affronted. He sniffs distastefully. “Crystal balls are for amateurs who think that true fortunetellers use them,”
“So you don’t?” Kiseop asks curiously.
“Of course not you chicken,” Xander snaps, fingers furling around Kiseop’s palm, his thumb making shapes on the back of Kiseop’s hand. He feels a shiver travel up his spine as Xander stares unseeingly at the table.
“You’ve had a nice life,” Xander finally says after a moment. “Grew up in a rich family with maids waiting on you. Your mother absolutely adores you of course and your father is proud to have you for a son,”
“Anyone would know that,” Kiseop interrupts. “My father’s company is renowned,”
Xander shrugs and lets go of Kiseop’s hand, reclining in his seat lazily. “Alright, I admit, those are things anyone could’ve guessed. So why don’t you ask me things that only your closest of friends would know?” Xander concedes, looking familiar at this sort of outbursts.
Kiseop feels a little guilty for constantly snapping at the man’s suspicious business. He quashes it down and leans back in his seat too before asking confidently, “How old was I when I was admitted to the hospital for appendicitis and who was the person I shared a room with? What was his ailment?”
Xander stares at him unblinkingly for a moment before answering easily, “You were 10. You got appendicitis for not listening to your mother about running after eating. Your roommate at the time was one Kim Kibum who was in the hospital for a broken arm because he fell off the monkey bars,”
Kiseop stares at the fortuneteller in stunned silence before thinking viciously of how he was going to murder his friends for telling Xander things about his childhood. “You can kill them,” Xander says amusedly. “But I assure you, I wasn’t told any of this. By the way, your wedding is in three days right?”
Kiseop shifts in his seat, wondering where this was going. “Yes,”
“Oh well, I think it best that you cancel it now,” Xander says offhandedly, examining his nails with interest.
Kiseop stands up angrily, his chair clattering to the floor loudly. “Shut up,” he snarls. “What would you know? You’re just a scammer with no education to secure a proper job!”
“Sit down Lee Kiseop,” Xander says coldly and Kiseop does, picking up his chair and sitting down quietly. “I am no scammer. This business has been going on since my great, great grandfather and I’m just filling in for my older sister today. I’ll thank you not to insult my family,”
“I… My apologies,” Kiseop mumbles, inwardly cringing at the look Xander was giving him. Xander nods, a true smile making its way across his face, stretching the pink lips wide.
“Good. Now please listen without interruptions,” Xander orders, pleased. “Your marriage isn’t going to work out because you’re going to meet the ONE for you. It’s best you cancel it before you hurt anyone’s feelings,”
“The one? For me?” Kiseop says in confusion. “But I don’t even know where to start looking,”
“You can start but looking at me,” And before Kiseop can formulate a remark, his lips are covered by a pair of pink, very pliable lips and who is he to say no to a willing, very hot, fortuneteller that’s moaning his name, bent over the table.
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An hour later, Kiseop lays sated atop what once used to be a clean, velvet tablecloth with Xander curled into his side, fingers drawing patterns on his bare chest. “I knew I shouldn’t have used the velvet cloth today,” Xander grumbles, a pout forming. Kiseop chuckles and runs a hand through Xander’s messy hair. “Cum is so hard to wash out of velvet so you better by me a new one Richie Rich,”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kiseop snaps good-naturedly as his phone rings from the pocket of his discarded pants. He groans as his stretches over, tugging his pants to him before pulling out his iPhone 4 and answering the call.
“Yeobosaeyeo?” he says politely. “Oh! Woo-sshi!” He listens to the father of his bride speak in panicked tones into his ear as his face pales. Eventually, he says shakily, “Okay, I’ll be there soon,” before hanging up. He leaps up, a dark look on his face as he glares down at a confused Xander.
“What’s wrong?” Xander asks in concern.
“WHAT’S WRONG? DON’T TELL ME YOU DIDN’T BLOODY KNOW MY BRIDE WAS GOING TO RUN OFF WITH MY SECRETARY, KIBUM!” he shouts and Xander cringes, wrapping himself with the tablecloth to cover himself as he stretches out to touch Kiseop.
“Don’t touch me,” he snarls, jerking away and doing up his belt, ignoring the hurt look on Xander’s face. He storms to the door, stopping when he hears a broken, small voice saying pitifully, “I really didn’t know Kiseop,” And Kiseop leaves, slamming the door shut loudly, ignoring the heart-wrenching cries coming from the room as he strides past Heechul; Soohyun, Eli and Dongho long gone.
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Kiseop is greeted with the stony face of Mr. Woo, Karin’s father and a sobbing Mrs. Woo. His own father stands with his arms crossed, glaring at Mr. Woo.
“Kiseop, did you know about Karin’s affair with Kibum?” Mr. Lee asks, glaring at Mr. Woo. Kiseop mutely shakes his head as a shouting match between the two fathers ensues, a sobbing Mrs. Woo trying to calm them down. At times like this, Kiseop wishes his mother were still around. Just one touch from her would’ve stopped his father’s anger.
“Father,” Kiseop says loudly. The two men stop arguing and turn their attention to Kiseop. “I didn’t know anything but what I do know was that Karin… I don’t think she wanted to marry me,” And he leaves, not wanting to be around when the next shouting match starts.
A worried looking Eli who is leaning again Kiseop’s Mercedes, smoking, greets Kiseop. “What’s going on now?” Eli asks, blowing smoke out from his nose.
“Karin ran away with my secretary,” Kiseop answers flatly, swatting away the smoke. “You should really stop smoking or you’re going to keel over from lung cancer,”
Eli chuckles and drops the cigarette, stomping on it with his heel. “I’ll live till I’m 60, 70 if I’m healthy according to ‘Mysterious Xander’,” Kiseop’s face darkens at the mention of Xander and Eli shuts up.
“What’s up now?” he ventures eventually, nudging his best friend. Kiseop opens his mouth to speak but shuts it instead, jaw clenching before he climbs into his car.
“Nothing,” he says and he drives off.
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The rest of the week seems to drag out like as though someone had slowed time down and Kiseop feels like dropping dead somewhere because the paparazzi seem to have caught wind of his fiancé running off with another man. Kiseop sits on his sofa, topless as he flicks through TV channel after TV channel. He sighs and throws the remote at the wall in anger before dropping his head back.
What’s even worse is that he hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep ever since he walked out from the bloody fortuneteller’s place, the brief moment of intimacy between him and Xander constantly replaying itself in his mind.
Loud banging on his condominium’s door breaks him out of his thoughts as he shuffles over to open it, not expecting a sudden right hook to his cheek that has him stumbling back as his cheek throbs.
“You’re an idiot!” Heechul barks angrily, punching him again. “How dare you?” Kiseop raises his arm to protect himself from any oncoming blows as he shouts back in anger. “How dare he? He hid the fact that my fucking fiancé was going to run off with another man! And ruin my reputation!”
Heechul screams in anger before shoving Kiseop to the wall, shaking him until he feels his brain sloshing around in his head. “You should’ve listened when he called you back you big asshole! He can’t see the immediate future you fool! You better go back and apologise to him!”
Then Heechul breezes out the door, stopping to say coldly, “You better not hurt him again Lee Kiseop or I’ll castrate you with a spoon!” The door slams and Kiseop slumps down to the floor, barely registering the bruise that is forming on his cheek before standing up and rushing into his room to grab a shirt.
He leaves hi condominium, keys jangling as he runs to the elevator, tapping his foot impatiently as it descends to the ground floor, running out the entrance only spot Xander standing there, hands tucked in the pockets of his blue skinny jeans.
“Xan-Xander?” Kiseop stammers. Xander turns with a wry smile on his face, the eye bags and bloodshot eyes standing out on the handsome face. “Kiseop-sshi, I figured I could get here before Heenim beats you up but apparently, he came here earlier than I Saw,”
Kiseop takes in the sight of Xander standing before him, so real and looking so different from the confident, smug, fortuneteller he met earlier in the week.
“What? But I thought…”
“I can’t see into the immediate future no, but it’s something Heenim’s been planning for days now,” Xander says softly.
“I don’t care about that,” Kiseop says, taking a step forward, a hand coming up to cup Xander’s cheek, brushing his thumb across the sharp cheekbone. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for blaming you when I’ve known Karin wasn’t happy,”
Xander shrugs, pressing his cheek into the warmth the hand provided, a bright smile on his face. “Human nature I’d suppose,” Kiseop smiles back, bending down and capturing the fortuneteller’s lips in a passionate kiss before breaking it, pressing their foreheads together.
“Well, at least you saved me the trouble of having to marry her,” Kiseop says. “And paying for petrol to go all the way to your store,”
Xander chuckles. “Well yeah, I am a fortuneteller and I’ve been expecting you for a while now,”
“You have no idea how freaky you sounded but that’s okay because the wedding hasn’t been cancelled yet,”
Xander jerks in surprise. “Wedding? Like tomorrow?” Kiseop nods. “But you… I mean… Won’t your dad be mad that you’re not marrying Karin?”
“I was,” Kiseop corrects. “Past tense makes a difference Xander. But I will be marrying you,” Xander laughs, looking shy all of a sudden and Kiseop feels a rush of affection for him.
“I think we should get you acquainted to my home, don’t you think?”
Twin smirks are exchanged as they enter the condominium building.
“Me love you long time,” Xander says as the elevator door closes.
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Pairing: Xanseop (Xander/Kiseop)
Summary: Who wants to get married when you can have a hot, foreign fortuneteller?
Rating: PG
Warning: AU, female Kevin. Cameo by Heechul
Notes: I should really make a move on the prompt challenge. But anyways, better late than never! ZOMG, this turned out longer than I expected 0___0
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Kiseop can feel a headache coming on. He has no idea what made him actually listen to his idiots for friends [Eli, Soohyun and Dongho can be very persuasive when they want to be. Especially with blackmail material hanging over Kiseop’s head] and taking up their offer of visiting a fortuneteller three days before his wedding with the Woo’s daughter, Karin. But here he is, staring up at a worn sign reading ‘Mysterious Xander’ hanging on a gate of a homey, relatively normal looking two-storey house.
“Why am I doing this again?” Kiseop sighs, massaging the bridge of his nose and silently counting to ten in his head. Dongho smiles cutely, linking arms with the older man. “Because you love us!” he says easily, Eli snickering in the background.
“Sure. Just don’t blame me if this trip turns out to be a waste of money,” Kiseop retorts, glaring hard at the sign. Soohyun pats his shoulder. “Oh don’t worry, Eli’s loaded,” he says, frog marching Kiseop past the unlocked gate and up the pathway leading to the house, Eli following behind, watching everything in amusement.
Soohyun raises a fist to knock the door and his knuckles barely brush the wood before it is thrown open, a frowning man that looked remarkably like a woman with a hand on his hip beckons them to come in.
“Hurry up and get in,” he grumbles, looking annoyed. “Name’s Heechul. No I am not the mysterious Xander, go in one by one,” And Heechul disappears after that, leaving four dumbstruck customers in his wake.
“Well that was a nice welcome,” Dongho remarks dryly as a voice shouts in English with irritation laced in his words, “WILL THE IDIOTS STANDING IN MY FOYER HURRY THE HELL UP?”
“And I’d guess that is Xander,” Eli says, looking far too amused for Kiseop’s liking. “I’ll go first,” And he walks up to the door, opening it when he hears permission to go in.
Fifteen minutes later, Eli comes back out looking stunned, a smug looking man [Kiseop can’t help but think the man looks good, really, really good] smirking at Kiseop before the door swings shut. “What happened hyung?” Dongho asks curiously. Eli just shakes his head and sinks into a nearby chair, speechless.
Soohyun goes in next, curiousity peaking at Eli’s reaction. He comes out exactly fifteen minutes later in the same date, blabbering incoherently before pushing Dongho to go in. “Are you going to die? Is that why the both of you are behaving like this?” Kiseop asks sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of the situation. Soohyun grips the cuff of Kiseop’s shirt mutedly. “He knew Kiseop-ah, about my parents’ divorce and how I… I have a crush on Dong-“
His words are cut off when Dongho bursts out the door, leaping on Soohyun and kissing the living daylights out of the older man. In between the sloppy kissing, Kiseop catches mumbles of, “I love you so much hyung,” and “Gosh, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted this,” and Kiseop can’t help but feel a little freaked out by the public display of molesting and groping.
“I think you’re next,” says an accented voice, bored, the door swinging open without anyone touching it and Kiseop feels like as though something big will happen if he steps through the door.
“You’re going to come in anyways,” the voice says again and Kiseop finds himself compelled to step through the door and he does, hearing it swing shut behind him, lock clicking in place. Kiseop’s mouth goes dry at the sight sitting right in front of him.
The man [Xander, his brain provides] is good looking, even more so up close with his tan, blemish-free skin and mocha eyes lined with kohl watching him carefully. Xander sits in a large, cushy looking armchair, one leg crossed over the other wrapped in bright red skinny jeans, a tight fitting black T-shirt with yellow printed words splashed across his chest reading “ME LOVE YOU LONG TIME”.
“Don’t just stand there and gape at me,” Xander says, rolling his eyes. Kiseop clears his throat, face flushed in embarrassment as he takes a seat on the opposite side of the table. “Just so you know,” Kiseop starts as Xander cuts in, “You don’t believe in my mumble jumble, hocus pocus fortunetelling. Point taken. So why are you here?”
Kiseop stares at the other man, brows raised before replying uncomfortably, “Friends decided to try something out before my bachelor life ends,” Xander doesn’t reply, making a small ‘humph’ before holding out a slender hand. “What?” Kiseop says intelligently wondering if Xander was asking for money. Hadn’t Eli paid?
“No you idiot, give me your hand,” Xander says exasperatedly. His client continues staring at him blankly and Xander groans, reaching over and grabbing Kiseop’s hand, startling him. “What? No shiny crystal ball filled with fog?” Kiseop says, smirking.
“Crystal ball? What do you take me for?” Xander says, highly affronted. He sniffs distastefully. “Crystal balls are for amateurs who think that true fortunetellers use them,”
“So you don’t?” Kiseop asks curiously.
“Of course not you chicken,” Xander snaps, fingers furling around Kiseop’s palm, his thumb making shapes on the back of Kiseop’s hand. He feels a shiver travel up his spine as Xander stares unseeingly at the table.
“You’ve had a nice life,” Xander finally says after a moment. “Grew up in a rich family with maids waiting on you. Your mother absolutely adores you of course and your father is proud to have you for a son,”
“Anyone would know that,” Kiseop interrupts. “My father’s company is renowned,”
Xander shrugs and lets go of Kiseop’s hand, reclining in his seat lazily. “Alright, I admit, those are things anyone could’ve guessed. So why don’t you ask me things that only your closest of friends would know?” Xander concedes, looking familiar at this sort of outbursts.
Kiseop feels a little guilty for constantly snapping at the man’s suspicious business. He quashes it down and leans back in his seat too before asking confidently, “How old was I when I was admitted to the hospital for appendicitis and who was the person I shared a room with? What was his ailment?”
Xander stares at him unblinkingly for a moment before answering easily, “You were 10. You got appendicitis for not listening to your mother about running after eating. Your roommate at the time was one Kim Kibum who was in the hospital for a broken arm because he fell off the monkey bars,”
Kiseop stares at the fortuneteller in stunned silence before thinking viciously of how he was going to murder his friends for telling Xander things about his childhood. “You can kill them,” Xander says amusedly. “But I assure you, I wasn’t told any of this. By the way, your wedding is in three days right?”
Kiseop shifts in his seat, wondering where this was going. “Yes,”
“Oh well, I think it best that you cancel it now,” Xander says offhandedly, examining his nails with interest.
Kiseop stands up angrily, his chair clattering to the floor loudly. “Shut up,” he snarls. “What would you know? You’re just a scammer with no education to secure a proper job!”
“Sit down Lee Kiseop,” Xander says coldly and Kiseop does, picking up his chair and sitting down quietly. “I am no scammer. This business has been going on since my great, great grandfather and I’m just filling in for my older sister today. I’ll thank you not to insult my family,”
“I… My apologies,” Kiseop mumbles, inwardly cringing at the look Xander was giving him. Xander nods, a true smile making its way across his face, stretching the pink lips wide.
“Good. Now please listen without interruptions,” Xander orders, pleased. “Your marriage isn’t going to work out because you’re going to meet the ONE for you. It’s best you cancel it before you hurt anyone’s feelings,”
“The one? For me?” Kiseop says in confusion. “But I don’t even know where to start looking,”
“You can start but looking at me,” And before Kiseop can formulate a remark, his lips are covered by a pair of pink, very pliable lips and who is he to say no to a willing, very hot, fortuneteller that’s moaning his name, bent over the table.
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An hour later, Kiseop lays sated atop what once used to be a clean, velvet tablecloth with Xander curled into his side, fingers drawing patterns on his bare chest. “I knew I shouldn’t have used the velvet cloth today,” Xander grumbles, a pout forming. Kiseop chuckles and runs a hand through Xander’s messy hair. “Cum is so hard to wash out of velvet so you better by me a new one Richie Rich,”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kiseop snaps good-naturedly as his phone rings from the pocket of his discarded pants. He groans as his stretches over, tugging his pants to him before pulling out his iPhone 4 and answering the call.
“Yeobosaeyeo?” he says politely. “Oh! Woo-sshi!” He listens to the father of his bride speak in panicked tones into his ear as his face pales. Eventually, he says shakily, “Okay, I’ll be there soon,” before hanging up. He leaps up, a dark look on his face as he glares down at a confused Xander.
“What’s wrong?” Xander asks in concern.
“WHAT’S WRONG? DON’T TELL ME YOU DIDN’T BLOODY KNOW MY BRIDE WAS GOING TO RUN OFF WITH MY SECRETARY, KIBUM!” he shouts and Xander cringes, wrapping himself with the tablecloth to cover himself as he stretches out to touch Kiseop.
“Don’t touch me,” he snarls, jerking away and doing up his belt, ignoring the hurt look on Xander’s face. He storms to the door, stopping when he hears a broken, small voice saying pitifully, “I really didn’t know Kiseop,” And Kiseop leaves, slamming the door shut loudly, ignoring the heart-wrenching cries coming from the room as he strides past Heechul; Soohyun, Eli and Dongho long gone.
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Kiseop is greeted with the stony face of Mr. Woo, Karin’s father and a sobbing Mrs. Woo. His own father stands with his arms crossed, glaring at Mr. Woo.
“Kiseop, did you know about Karin’s affair with Kibum?” Mr. Lee asks, glaring at Mr. Woo. Kiseop mutely shakes his head as a shouting match between the two fathers ensues, a sobbing Mrs. Woo trying to calm them down. At times like this, Kiseop wishes his mother were still around. Just one touch from her would’ve stopped his father’s anger.
“Father,” Kiseop says loudly. The two men stop arguing and turn their attention to Kiseop. “I didn’t know anything but what I do know was that Karin… I don’t think she wanted to marry me,” And he leaves, not wanting to be around when the next shouting match starts.
A worried looking Eli who is leaning again Kiseop’s Mercedes, smoking, greets Kiseop. “What’s going on now?” Eli asks, blowing smoke out from his nose.
“Karin ran away with my secretary,” Kiseop answers flatly, swatting away the smoke. “You should really stop smoking or you’re going to keel over from lung cancer,”
Eli chuckles and drops the cigarette, stomping on it with his heel. “I’ll live till I’m 60, 70 if I’m healthy according to ‘Mysterious Xander’,” Kiseop’s face darkens at the mention of Xander and Eli shuts up.
“What’s up now?” he ventures eventually, nudging his best friend. Kiseop opens his mouth to speak but shuts it instead, jaw clenching before he climbs into his car.
“Nothing,” he says and he drives off.
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The rest of the week seems to drag out like as though someone had slowed time down and Kiseop feels like dropping dead somewhere because the paparazzi seem to have caught wind of his fiancé running off with another man. Kiseop sits on his sofa, topless as he flicks through TV channel after TV channel. He sighs and throws the remote at the wall in anger before dropping his head back.
What’s even worse is that he hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep ever since he walked out from the bloody fortuneteller’s place, the brief moment of intimacy between him and Xander constantly replaying itself in his mind.
Loud banging on his condominium’s door breaks him out of his thoughts as he shuffles over to open it, not expecting a sudden right hook to his cheek that has him stumbling back as his cheek throbs.
“You’re an idiot!” Heechul barks angrily, punching him again. “How dare you?” Kiseop raises his arm to protect himself from any oncoming blows as he shouts back in anger. “How dare he? He hid the fact that my fucking fiancé was going to run off with another man! And ruin my reputation!”
Heechul screams in anger before shoving Kiseop to the wall, shaking him until he feels his brain sloshing around in his head. “You should’ve listened when he called you back you big asshole! He can’t see the immediate future you fool! You better go back and apologise to him!”
Then Heechul breezes out the door, stopping to say coldly, “You better not hurt him again Lee Kiseop or I’ll castrate you with a spoon!” The door slams and Kiseop slumps down to the floor, barely registering the bruise that is forming on his cheek before standing up and rushing into his room to grab a shirt.
He leaves hi condominium, keys jangling as he runs to the elevator, tapping his foot impatiently as it descends to the ground floor, running out the entrance only spot Xander standing there, hands tucked in the pockets of his blue skinny jeans.
“Xan-Xander?” Kiseop stammers. Xander turns with a wry smile on his face, the eye bags and bloodshot eyes standing out on the handsome face. “Kiseop-sshi, I figured I could get here before Heenim beats you up but apparently, he came here earlier than I Saw,”
Kiseop takes in the sight of Xander standing before him, so real and looking so different from the confident, smug, fortuneteller he met earlier in the week.
“What? But I thought…”
“I can’t see into the immediate future no, but it’s something Heenim’s been planning for days now,” Xander says softly.
“I don’t care about that,” Kiseop says, taking a step forward, a hand coming up to cup Xander’s cheek, brushing his thumb across the sharp cheekbone. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for blaming you when I’ve known Karin wasn’t happy,”
Xander shrugs, pressing his cheek into the warmth the hand provided, a bright smile on his face. “Human nature I’d suppose,” Kiseop smiles back, bending down and capturing the fortuneteller’s lips in a passionate kiss before breaking it, pressing their foreheads together.
“Well, at least you saved me the trouble of having to marry her,” Kiseop says. “And paying for petrol to go all the way to your store,”
Xander chuckles. “Well yeah, I am a fortuneteller and I’ve been expecting you for a while now,”
“You have no idea how freaky you sounded but that’s okay because the wedding hasn’t been cancelled yet,”
Xander jerks in surprise. “Wedding? Like tomorrow?” Kiseop nods. “But you… I mean… Won’t your dad be mad that you’re not marrying Karin?”
“I was,” Kiseop corrects. “Past tense makes a difference Xander. But I will be marrying you,” Xander laughs, looking shy all of a sudden and Kiseop feels a rush of affection for him.
“I think we should get you acquainted to my home, don’t you think?”
Twin smirks are exchanged as they enter the condominium building.
“Me love you long time,” Xander says as the elevator door closes.
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