Baby I'm Sorry (Insane AU oneshot - Sequel to Insane)
Title: Baby I'm Sorry
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): DongSeob, mentions of JunKwang
Summary: He knows when it's better to end things.
A/N: Okay ;A; I'm a lot more okay with this than Insane because I still think the JunKwang was a catastrophe but I'm so glad all of you liked it anyway T^T. DongSeob is actually really fun to write except I still feel like I'm writing incest lol since Seob is Woon's mommy.
September 23, 2007
6:53 PM
Yoseob falls back on the bed in laughter, turning around and burying his face in the pillows. “Fuck,” he says, voice muffled into the sheets as his eyes automatically shut from laughing so hard, “you’re so stupid.” He turns himself around to face the ceiling, gaze falling onto Dongwoon, who sits beside Yoseob on the bed, grinning confusedly.
“What?” Dongwoon’s tone is laced with laughter too, but it’s the laughter of the perplexed, clearly-clearly, the younger boy has no idea why Yoseob’s laughing at him and that just makes Yoseob laugh harder (he’s probably not going to end up ever telling Dongwoon the reason because it’s just funnier that way).
Yoseob just grins back, as Dongwoon slides closer, leaning in with a hand on the older boy’s cheek. Yoseob raises his eyebrows, wrinkling his nose and scooting backward away from the younger boy. “Don’t kiss me,” Yoseob says, “I don’t want to catch the stupid.”
Dongwoon’s face falls and Yoseob bursts into another round of laughter, wrapping his arms around Dongwoon’s neck and pressing his body close against the younger boy’s. “I’ll hug you though,” Yoseob says, patting the side of Dongwoon’s neck consolingly, “because I’ll only get minimal transmission that way.”
“Hyung,” Dongwoon frowns (pouts), playfully wounded. “C’mon.”
Yoseob rolls his eyes just as he tilts his chin upward and lets Dongwoon kiss him.
This nightmare of a night
April 6, 2011
5:48 AM
Yoseob has barely enough time to open his eyes when he feels his coat thrown onto his face, and sees the lights being flickered on (because it isn’t fully light outside yet). He blearily opens his eyes to see Dongwoon rushing around their bedroom, jumping out of his sweats and into jeans, pulling a shirt over his head and throwing clothes onto the bed for Yoseob as well. “Dongwoon-ah,” Yoseob yawns, running a hand through his hair as he slowly sits up. “What-”
“Something happened with Kikwang-hyung,” Dongwoon says tightly, meeting Yoseob’s eyes and the older man suddenly feels his entire body freeze up. Dongwoon’s eyes are looking straight into Yoseob’s, but something doesn’t feel right-not just the urgency of the situation, whatever this situation might be, but something that Yoseob’s never seen before in Dongwoon’s eyes (or maybe Yoseob has, but he just never knew what it was-dismissed it because it was so long ago).
Yoseob’s eyebrows furrow as he kicks back the sheets and swings his legs out of bed. He starts pulling his own clothes on. “What happened?”
Dongwoon lowers his eyes. “Get your cell phone, hyung,” he says quietly, heading for the door. “See if you can call Junhyung-hyung.”
My heart hurts more
On their way downstairs to the parking lot, Yoseob calls Junhyung-over and over and over. While they’re in the car, Yoseob texts Junhyung-over and over and over. He calls and texts and leaves messages, but Junhyung isn’t responding, and Yoseob is terrified of what this means. Yoseob isn’t Junhyung’s childhood friend the way Dongwoon is Kikwang’s-he’s only known Junhyung since high school, but that’s long enough to know what it could mean if Junhyung is missing like this and Kikwang is seemingly in trouble.
(“I don’t drink for fun, Yoseob-ah,” Junhyung shrugged, not quite meeting Yoseob’s eyes. “It just makes it hurt less-I don’t drink a lot. So don’t give me shit about being underage.”)
The shadows drag under my heavy eyes
They can get in because it’s Kikwang’s apartment so Dongwoon knows the password to the lock on it. It’s dark when they walk in, with only light from the rising sun filtering through the blinds and curtains. There’s no sign of a fight (no sign of someone drunkenly stumbling through the room), but there’s the sound of running water and the bathroom door is open, light flooding out of it.
“Junhyung-hyung still isn’t calling back?” Dongwoon asks quietly as they both cautiously pad toward the bedroom and bathroom.
Yoseob shakes his head.
They get to the junction midway between the bedroom in one direction and the bathroom in another before Yoseob has to put a hand on Dongwoon’s stomach, stopping the younger man and silently telling him to direct his gaze downward at the floor. It’s dark, so it’s not terribly clear, but there’re drops of something on the floor, leading from the bedroom into the bathroom. Dongwoon looks at Yoseob for a moment before kneeling and swiping one of the drops with his fingertip.
When Dongwoon straightens and holds it up to the light leaking out of the bathroom, the younger man’s finger is bright, blood red.
“Check the bedroom,” is all Dongwoon says shortly, before the younger man himself tears away and strides quickly into the bathroom.
Yoseob walks hurriedly into the bedroom, pushing the door open and flicking on the lights. He doesn’t have to go very far in-he can see all he needs to see right from the doorway because of how the sheets have been bunched up at the foot of the bed. Smattered at the center of the white mattress, there are small splotches of red (of blood). He tears his eyes away, taking his phone out and checking it once again even though he knows there won’t be anything to check because there’s been no vibration-no ring-and Junhyung still hasn’t responded.
The wind blows coldly
He stops short at the doorway of the bathroom.
The shower is running but there’s no one using it-the water is just running, and the glass door is half open. Dongwoon is kneeling on the tiles, beside Kikwang (Kikwang is naked-is sitting in a tiny puddle of blood-has drops of blood surrounding him-looks empty and dazed and confused and hurt-has his hands clasped together in his lap-has his legs curled against his body-is staring straight ahead-is breathing like he’s just run a marathon).
“I’m going to kill him,” Dongwoon whispers, and turns around to meet Yoseob’s eyes.
Yoseob feels his own legs buckle, falling to his knees at Kikwang’s other side. He reaches out and presses his palm against Kikwang’s cheek (flushed and heated and sweating). “Kikwang-ah,” Yoseob says quietly.
But Kikwang doesn’t even look at Yoseob-doesn’t seem to hear Yoseob. Kikwang looks straight at Dongwoon, full lips pressed together tightly, eyes quickly regaining back emotion-coherency-as he almost glares at Dongwoon, eyes narrowed. “He was drunk, Son Dongwoon,” Kikwang says defensively-angrily. (Yoseob feels his own body freeze again at how sharp-how clear and strong Kikwang’s voice is despite how battered Kikwang’s body looks) “If you kill him, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Waves of tears surge up
When Yoseob finds Junhyung (around noon that day while Dongwoon is still at Kikwang’s apartment, refusing to leave the older man’s side for the rest of the day) after searching an entire block of bars and clubs, most of which weren’t actually open yet because it’s only fucking noon, at a dingy bar about five blocks off of campus, Junhyung is slumped over the bar table with bottles upon bottles of soju surrounding him.
Yoseob punches him in the face-punches him hard enough that he nearly falls to the floor.
“You fucked him ‘cause you were drunk,” Yoseob whispers as Junhyung slowly raises his head (bloodshot eyes) to meet Yoseob’s gaze. “And now you’re fucking drunk because you fucked him.” Yoseob sits down on the stool beside Junhyung’s and slaps the older man again, across the face-with enough force that Junhyung’s cheek is immediately tinged an angry pink. “There was blood on your dick, right?”
Junhyung puts his head down in his arms, slumping over the table again. “Stop,” he whispers, voice muffled against his sleeves. “Stop.”
I tell myself that everything will be okay now
November 15, 2011
8:07 PM
Yoseob hates that feeling he gets-he hates the little green monster, and he hates playing the part of the a child who feels abandoned because his parents are preoccupied with the new baby. He especially hates it because this is absolutely no place or time or situation to have that feeling and the fact that he has it makes him a terrible, horrible person. He hates feeling like this and he hates that he feels this way because it makes him disgusting and heartless.
He feels nothing short of heartless and horrible whenever he comes back from his evening classes (Dongwoon and Junhyung have evening and afternoon classes, while Kikwang has morning and afternoon classes) to find Dongwoon and Kikwang on the sofa of Dongwoon and Yoseob’s apartment (because they’re roommates until Dongwoon gets his own apartment assignment, the way Kikwang and Junhyung were roommates until Kikwang got his own apartment assignment even though Kikwang mostly stays at Junhyung’s apartment these days anyway-despite recent, continuously occurring events) laughing and grinning together.
Dongwoon’s hand is on Kikwang’s thigh and they’re sitting facing each other with legs lifted off the ground, folded knees touching, and faces leaning in towards one another. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, nothing Yoseob hasn’t seen before-hasn’t seen since high school, for as long as he’s known them, because they’re best friends and that’s nothing new to anyone.
Yoseob knows he should just be glad that Kikwang is laughing and smiling with everything that’s been happening lately (and how Kikwang still refuses to move out, or at least spend fewer nights staying over at Junhyung’s apartment), and that it makes sense that Dongwoon is one of the few people who can still do so because Dongwoon has known Kikwang since the younger man has ever been old enough to remember.
But whenever Yoseob sees them like this these days, there’s something that pricks and stabs at his insides and he hates it. He especially hates those pricks and pins when Kikwang catches sight of Yoseob and stands up slowly, laughter fading and smile turning apologetic. “Sorry,” Kikwang says, quietly and sheepishly, as Dongwoon stands up as well and slings an arm around Yoseob’s waist. “I’ll get going n-”
“Wait-” Dongwoon looks at Yoseob.
“You don’t have class tomorrow, right?” Yoseob says, meeting Dongwoon’s eyes and then looking back at Kikwang with a small smile. “Stay longer.”
Kikwang punches Yoseob lightly on the arm. “It’s okay,” Kikwang says, smiling back and shaking his head. “I don’t want to keep you guys from getting dirty,” he grins.
“Hyung,” Dongwoon says incredulously.
Kikwang laughs. “I’ll see you guys later,” he says, waving, and heading for the doorway.
Why am I only talking about you?
February 4, 2012
7:57 PM
Doojoon stares-squints at Yoseob. “Are you-seriously?” the older man says incredulously, half-laughing out of disbelief. “Wait, are you serious? Did you seriously just say that you don’t want to go home?”
Yoseob shrugs, smiling a little as he watches Doojoon wrapping the cable of his laptop up, tucking it into the case. “Didn’t know you hated college so much,” Yoseob says, leaning his chin onto his palm as the other man stands up and starts zipping up his laptop case and backpack.
“I don’t,” Doojoon shoots back, reaching out to tousle Yoseob’s hair-except Yoseob’s already had far too much of that from Doojoon for the past semester, so he knows exactly when to dodge the older man’s hand. “But who the fuck doesn’t want to go home after a three-hour lecture, Yang Yoseob? I sure as fuck do-I want to fucking eat five packets of ramen and then sleep.”
Yoseob just shrugs again, folding his arms on the desk (he hasn’t bothered to pack up or to stand up out of his seat) and rests his head on his arms. “Home isn’t such a hot place to be right now.”
“Parents?” Doojoon asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Nah,” Yoseob shakes his head. “I live in the campus apartments.”
“Oh-right,” Doojoon says, and then grins slowly. “I heard you roomed with your boyfriend last year.”
Yoseob laughs. “You heard? Stalking me?” This time, Yoseob doesn’t manage to dodge fast enough and Doojoon messes up Yoseob’s hair enough that the younger man ends up slapping Doojoon back on the arm in retaliation. “Yeah,” Yoseob says, “but he doesn’t come over all that much anymore this year.” He leans back, rocking on the chair’s hind legs and looking away from Doojoon. “Think I’ll break up with him soon.”
Doojoon smiles oddly, eyebrows furrowing. “That’s kind of sudden-and harsh.”
“Really?” Yoseob grins humorlessly.
“Mind if I ask why?” Doojoon says, suddenly setting his laptop and backpack back down on the desk and retaking his seat beside Yoseob.
Yoseob licks his lips and stares down into his lap for a moment, hands wringing together. “It’s not that,” he says slowly, his own eyebrows furrowing as he tries to think-tries to phrase it in a way that’ll make sense to Doojoon, someone who hasn’t heard the rest of the story yet, “I don't think he’s cheating on me or anything. But-I think-I’m pretty sure that his-his heart’s somewhere else.” Yoseob looks up at Doojoon and gives another humorless grin. “Y’know?”
What am I doing?
November 6, 2007
11:26 PM
Yoseob’s eyes are met with pitch, black darkness when they open at the feeling of someone nudging his side-at the feeling of Dongwoon nudging his side since it can’t be anyone else. It’s one of the nights Dongwoon is sleeping over at Yoseob’s house, lying together in bed after splurging on chips and soda and candy and playing video games and making-out and procrastinating until Yoseob’s mother forced them to go to bed since tomorrow they still have school.
He turns to meet the younger boy’s eyes (turns and feels Dongwoon wrap his arms around Yoseob’s waist). “What?” Yoseob whispers.
“You never answered my question,” Dongwoon whispers back, deep eyes almost glowing through the darkness. “The one I asked before we ate dinner.”
Yoseob blinks. “Oh,” he says. “I mean-I guess, yeah.” Yoseob furrows his eyebrows because he never thought it was that big of a deal. “I think I liked Junhyungie-probably for-like-the first two weeks after I met him. Doesn’t everyone, though? Like-like their best friend sometimes-but then it passes, y’know? I mean, you liked Kikwangie too, right?”
Dongwoon’s gaze suddenly looks a little unfocused-a little nervous, avoids meeting Yoseob’s eyes. “Yeah,” he whispers, and abruptly lets go of Yoseob, turning onto his other side and facing the bedroom door. “Not anymore, though.”
Is this really the right thing to do?
February 4, 2012
8:15 PM
Dongwoon would never cheat on Yoseob, and that’s the worst part, to be honest.
If Dongwoon would at least cheat on Yoseob, then there would be something to instigate a break-up. There would be some sort of leverage and Yoseob might be able to come out of all of this not looking like the evil villain. As things are now, Yoseob has no actual reason to break up with Dongwoon, and if he tries to fix things-tries to tell Dongwoon what it is lately that makes Yoseob so upset (the reason why he keeps fighting with Dongwoon about pointless things like not coming over to Yoseob’s apartment as often), then Yoseob will be the evil villain.
And no one wants to be the evil villain.
Plus, Yoseob would then just be an even crappier friend to Kikwang.
Because ever since the mess with Junhyung started, Kikwang has had no one to lean on except Yoseob and Dongwoon-and mostly, just Dongwoon. And with his first love (and Yoseob has always felt like Dongwoon’s never stopped loving Kikwang-sometimes Yoseob wonders if Dongwoon actually loves Yoseob) needing his comfort and support and fucking twenty-four-slash-seven on call for any emergencies, it pretty much looks like whatever feelings had died down during their high school days are now on full blast.
Whether or not Kikwang returns those feelings, Yoseob has no idea-and he feels like Dongwoon still has no idea either. But the fact remains pretty clear that even if Kikwang might not actually like Dongwoon back, Dongwoon is the only person that can make Kikwang smile and laugh these days, and even Yoseob (as terrible as he is-as crappy of a friend and boyfriend he’s been) knows that Lee Kikwang without smiles and laughter is something heartbreaking to see.
So Yoseob wishes Dongwoon would just go ahead and cheat, because then Yoseob could pretend to be upset and break up with him and then Dongwoon could be free to run towards Kikwang on a white horse and be prince charming and Yoseob can join Junhyung in getting drunk as fuck.
And the fact that Dongwoon is here in Yoseob’s apartment, waiting, sitting on the sofa and staring downward into his lap, doesn’t make things seem any better. Yoseob drops his bags at the door, kicks off his shoes, and pads through the living room-walks across the floor and sits down next to Dongwoon on the sofa. Yoseob still has his coat on, still has his scarf and hat on, but right now it doesn’t even matter because he knows Dongwoon is going to tell him something that’ll make all this shit even more complicated than it already is.
Yesterday, I was determined to forget you
“I was at Kikwang-hyung’s apartment just now,” Dongwoon says quietly, not looking at Yoseob.
“Okay,” Yoseob says evenly.
“We kissed,” Dongwoon says tonelessly. “It was an accident. And he says he never wants to see me again.”
Yoseob stares straight ahead-closes his eyes.
September 18, 2011
5:26 PM
When Yoseob opens the door to Kikwang’s apartment (letting himself in because they all know each other’s passcodes by now), his ears are immediately hammered by Dongwoon and Kikwang’s voices at maximum decibel level. He only needs to stand in the walkway for a minute before he immediately hears the gist of the argument and instantly realizes that it’s going to be another day where he has to drag Dongwoon off of Kikwang’s case even though Yoseob personally thinks Dongwoon is right.
Kikwang needs to stop.
Kikwang needs to stop constantly going to Junhyung’s apartment and waiting for Junhyung to come home, to be there when Junhyung is drunk and should be left alone-left with anyone except for Kikwang because Junhyung is Kikwang’s weakness and Kikwang doesn’t know how to say no. Kikwang needs to stop being Junhyung’s punching bag (being the thing that Junhyung fucks whenever he just needs to get his hands on something while he’s so drunk that he can barely walk straight). Kikwang needs to learn that helping Junhyung isn’t the same as babying him-especially not when it’s hurting Kikwang.
Dongwoon and Kikwang are on opposite sides of the living room, glaring at each other and clearly neither one intends to back down. “I’m fucking fine, so fucking leave-Yoseobie’s here to get you,” Kikwang snaps, and Yoseob wants to plug his ears because Kikwang never snaps. Kikwang isn’t allowed to snap or shout or yell or scream.
“The fuck you were fine-you were bleeding all over your bathroom again,” Dongwoon says incredulously. He looks at Yoseob and then jabs a finger in Kikwang’s direction. “Say something to him, hyung.”
But Kikwang meets Yoseob’s eyes and Kikwang shakes his head just infinitesimally-only enough for Yoseob to notice and Yoseob knows that Kikwang isn’t going anywhere. It doesn’t matter what Yoseob says, Kikwang isn’t going to do anything differently-it won’t matter how much Dongwoon begs and pleads and screams and shouts, Kikwang isn’t going to leave Junhyung.
It doesn’t matter how hurt Kikwang gets.
You’re like a butterfly-I want to catch you
Dongwoon walks slowly, approaching Kikwang step by step until he’s standing directly in front of the other man-until they’re close enough that Kikwang has to look up in order to meet Dongwoon’s eyes. “I don’t want you hurt anymore,” Dongwoon says desperately.
Yoseob looks away-looks at the floor-looks at his feet (Dongwoon and Kikwang aren’t even touching-they aren’t doing anything that can’t be classified as concern between two best friends-there’s nothing happening that’s out of the ordinary, and yet, Yoseob can’t bring himself to watch-not even because he’s jealous-but because it feels like he’s watching a moment that’s too private for anyone but Kikwang and Dongwoon alone).
February 4, 2012
8:17 PM
Yoseob takes a deep breath. He turns his head and looks at Dongwoon, watches the younger man’s profile. “You love him?” Yoseob asks quietly.
Dongwoon still doesn’t meet Yoseob’s eyes-doesn’t respond.
“It’s okay if you do,” Yoseob continues softly.
The corner of Dongwoon’s mouth tugs upward humorlessly. “He doesn’t want to see me anymore, hyung,” Dongwoon repeats. “It doesn’t matter if I do.”
I long so much for how we used to be like one
Yoseob stands up-doesn’t listen or stop when Dongwoon asks him, in alarm, where he’s going. He just stands up and heads for the door, grabbing his keys, cell phone, without looking back at Dongwoon.
July 3, 2008
1:19 PM
Yoseob puts as much force as he can muster into his hand as he slaps Dongwoon’s bare shoulder. “Yah,” he yells, “fucking Son Dongwoon.” He slaps the younger boy again (which just makes Dongwoon laugh even harder). Yoseob is laughing too, but he’d like to think that it’s just reluctant laughter at how stupid Dongwoon is because Dongwoon is incredibly stupid. And now, because of Son Dongwoon’s incredible stupidity, Yoseob is covered in sand nearly from head-to-toe when they have to be downstairs and ready to go off for a clam bake with their families.
“Hold on, hold on,” Dongwoon says, suddenly vaulting over the beds in their shared hotel room (Yoseob almost wishes that either his or Dongwoon’s mom will walk in on this sight and ground Dongwoon through eternity because sand itches and Yoseob is fucking pissed-he’s also fucking hungry and wants to go to that clam bake right now). “Don’t wash it off yet, hyung,” the younger boy says, returning with the camera he probably stole from Dongha when they and their families had gone to the zoo near the resort earlier yesterday. “I want to take a picture.”
Yoseob’s mouth opens indignantly. “Oh my God,” he says. “I am going to rip you a new asshole.”
Dongwoon grins. “Okay, hyung,” he says easily. “Is that a promise?”
The older boy launches himself at Dongwoon before Dongwoon can even bring his finger to the camera button. They land on the sofa of the hotel room, with Yoseob sprinkling sand everywhere as they roll around, fighting over the camera because Yoseob is not going to have pictures of himself as Sandman uploaded on wherever Dongwoon decides will get the most shits and giggles from uploading to.
It ends with Yoseob getting the camera because he knows how to use these things called nails in conjunction with the skin of Dongwoon’s bare stomach. He tucks the camera into the pocket of his swimming trunks, and doesn’t bother getting up-flops right on top of Dongwoon, legs straddling the younger boy’s waist. “You’re such a bastard,” Yoseob laughs breathlessly as Dongwoon’s hands come up to rest on the older boy’s hips. “Fucking dumping like ten pounds of sand on me.”
Dongwoon shrugs-grins again. “I’ll help you wash it off.”
Yoseob raises his eyebrows and grins back.
Do I need to erase all of our memories now?
February 4, 2012
8:43 PM
Yoseob doesn’t bother with explanations-he doesn’t even bother knocking. He enters Kikwang’s passcode into the lock, rips the door open, and strides into the middle of the living room where Kikwang is lying across the sofa, on his stomach and taking notes from a textbook that looks like it weighs about the same as a toddler. “If you love Dongwoonie,” Yoseob says to Kikwang’s wide, wide, wide eyes-stretched to maximum size, probably because Yoseob has more or less just broken into Kikwang’s apartment, “then don’t lie and say you never want to see him again.”
Kikwang’s expression evolves from surprise into instant avoidance, and his eyes drop away from Yoseob’s face.
“Especially not if it’s because of me,” Yoseob adds in a quieter voice.
Kikwang licks his lips, teeth digging into his lower lip as he looks (why does he look scared?) up at Yoseob. “He’s happy with you,” he says in a voice that’s almost inaudible. “He’ll be happy with you. I don’t want to fuck him up.”
Yoseob crosses the distance in between them and sits down on the floor, right in front of Kikwang. He sits there and looks up at the other man’s face-smiles a bit. “That,” Yoseob says, “is complete bullshit.”
Now I’ll let you go-love together
Kikwang’s eyes are suddenly a little too bright and, in spite of everything, Yoseob almost wants to laugh. He reaches up and pats Kikwang’s cheek gently. “C’mon,” he says, grinning slightly, “what the fuck is that face for? I’m the one getting my boyfriend stolen over here.” He gets up onto his knees at the same time that he sees Kikwang sit up on the sofa and they throw their arms around each other-with Yoseob burying his face into Kikwang’s shoulder and Kikwang apologizing in whispers over and over into Yoseob’s neck.
“Just,” Yoseob whispers back (when did his own eyes get wet?), “don’t hurt him-‘cause he’ll never hurt you.”
Baby, don’t go
February 4, 2012
9:29 PM
It’s pretty funny, Yoseob thinks, how Kikwang and Dongwoon react so similarly-only at the very least, when Kikwang hugged Yoseob for a straight twenty minutes, it was all right because Kikwang and Yoseob are around the same size. When Dongwoon hugs Yoseob for a straight twenty minutes after Yoseob comes back to the apartment to tell Dongwoon everything, it’s not as touching as when Kikwang did it because Dongwoon is too big for a touching hug-scene.
“You’d better take fucking good care of him, Son Dongwoon,” Yoseob says (with whatever oxygen Dongwoon hasn’t squeezed out of him yet), “you have a fucking lot of work to do, and I don’t want to have to kick your ass-I still have to clean up Junhyungie’s shit.”
Dongwoon’s arms tighten even further around Yoseob. “Love you, hyung,” he says quietly and Yoseob’s eyes automatically close against Dongwoon’s warmth-against Dongwoon’s body (against something he won’t ever have to himself again).
(Yoseob doesn’t need to wonder anymore, at least-he knows Dongwoon never lies-he knows now that Dongwoon does love Yoseob, has always loved Yoseob. It’ll just never be as much as he’s always loved Kikwang-and will always love Kikwang.)
“Love you, too, Son Dongwoon,” Yoseob whispers.