Behind the Sex - Chapter 23
Title: Behind the Sex
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
Chapter 16 :: Chapter 17 :: Chapter 18 :: Chapter 19 :: Chapter 20 :: Chapter 21 :: Chapter 22
It was the exact midway of his project, the fourth month just arriving. About ninety days had passed since the start of the semester, and he had surely found out a lot about Kevin. Except that Kibum wasn’t sure if he could last till the last day anymore. Every single day, Kevin was really meeting up with the man called Eli, and the worst thing that could ever happen had happened.
“What do you mean I don’t need to chauffeur you about?” Kibum frowned, clenching his fist tightly. Eli was really doing everything to restrict Kevin from meeting any other man, even so far as to him, the supposed faceless driver in Eli’s head.
“I don’t know, he said he had a personal chauffeur and that he would schedule that person to fetch me about. Said it was easier.” Kevin’s face contorted with the same puzzled look, though lacking the hint of anger in Kibum’s tone.
“I’m paid to chauffeur you about.” Kibum shook his head, rolling his eyes at the lame explanation that he could so easily see through. “I’m just going to fetch you earlier than that chauffeur.”
“I told him that, but he said he would pay you your salary.” Kevin shrugged, and that only fanned the flame in Kibum’s heart. How could Kevin so nonchalantly just send him away like that? Well, maybe he didn’t care. Kevin didn’t need to care, afterall. Kibum doesn’t need to be around Kevin every single day, even if Kevin thought of him as a friend.
But the more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t swallow this down. Listening to a person he didn’t know, against his wishes, was never what Kibum lived by. In fact, even if he knew the person, it would take the stubborn him some time to actually agree against his wishes. Or not agree at all. Kibum knew his choices well, and that means it would take a whole lot of logical thinking from the other party for him to seriously consider the other option.
Grabbing Kevin’s wrist roughly, he pushed the younger into the car and slammed the door shut, as if threatening Kevin to try and get down from the car. Kibum then got into the car, ignoring the look filled with shock on Kevin’s face. He purely ignited the car engine and stepped heavily on the accelerator, speeding out of the car park within seconds.
Reckless driving once more, Kevin sighed. The younger man bit his lower lip nervously, tugging the seatbelt and hurriedly buckling it. He didn’t know what suddenly got over Kibum. It just seemed like someone suddenly dropped a bomb on the older man, causing him to have such an explosive reaction out of nowhere. Kevin saw red streaks form around his own wrist, the area Kibum had tightly held onto a moment earlier, and tried to remember the last time such a thing happen.
When Kibum was with his father, right? But, what about the incident a few minutes ago? What about it made Kibum rage? There didn’t seem like a proper reason for Kibum to just get so angry, unless he didn’t like the fact that he wouldn’t be able to fetch Kevin around anymore. Even that, Kevin paused, even that didn’t sound like a possible reason. Why would Kibum want to drive him around when the time are either early in the morning or late into the night? Kibum always had homework to catch up on, from what Kevin knew, and such a break would be good for the older man.
A sudden step on the break made the two jerked, Kevin wincing due to his neck slightly cramping. He turned to look curiously at Kibum, but the older man had already left the car. Kibum was in a bad mood, Kevin belatedly concluded. There wasn’t any reason, Kibum just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Kevin then opened the side door and swiftly got off the car in search of the other man.
They were in the middle of a bridge over the Han River, and Kevin quickly walked to Kibum’s side of the car where it was safer, without cars speeding across. The man was leaning over the barrier with his arms resting on it, looking down at the river with a rather depressing expression. Kevin continued strolling over, pressing his lips together while deciding what he should say to break the silence.
“What are you doing?” Kevin frowned, a hand on Kibum’s shoulder and shaking gently as if to soothe him. Sliding his hand down the older man’s back, he rubbed the spine area and leaned closer, speaking with a soft voice. “You can tell me anything.”
“Aren’t you tired?” Kibum shrugged the hand away, turning to Kevin with a rather sorrowful stare. Who was he to ask Kevin if he was tired or not? Maybe, he was the one being a tiresome burden to the younger. That Kevin had to talk to him even late at night to keep him awake and not crash into the car in front, that Kevin had to come and soothe his bad mood even if it was only Kibum’s feelings exploding. Even so, Kibum just wished Kevin would give him a reply that could make these all better. “You see him every minute!”
Kevin paused, realizing it was Eli who Kibum was implying in those angry words. Standing beside Kibum and then sighing, before taking in the beautiful morning sun and the reflection sparkling on the river, Kevin shrugged gently. “At least he lets me go home.”
Kibum scrunched up his nose, looking back at the scene before his eyes plainly because he didn’t know what he should do about Kevin. Just how could the younger so mindlessly dismiss the fact that Eli was cutting off all Kevin’s interactions with people? Without a second thought, he just does as Eli tells him to, like a puppet. And he was here, foolishly thinking that Kevin was trying to gain control of his life. That the younger had a brain and was not afraid to use it, and that he had a goal and was working furiously towards it. “Don’t you care?”
“What do I do? My body is for sale, he bought it, and that means I’d have to do anything he says. You want me to reject someone who pays?” Kevin questioned back almost sharply, staring straight at the ripples on the water body caused by the wind. As if a thought hit him on the head, Kevin lowered his head and checked his watch for the time.
He had only ten minutes to reach where Eli wanted him to be. If he could talk Kibum out of his bad mood in three minutes, and Kibum would drive barely under the street limit, then he might not be late afterall. Hopefully, Kibum would feel better soon. Kevin stuck to his rules, and he didn’t like being flexible with them. Even if Eli was really easy to take care of, punctuality was the key in any situation Kevin would be in.
Kibum saw Kevin’s fidgety behaviour at the corner of his eye. The younger man was checking his watch, impatiently drumming his fingers on the barrier. Impatience, Kibum snorted. So now, Kevin can’t even wait to get into that man’s embrace, huh? What had Kibum been hoping for?
Didn’t it all make sense right now? Kevin doesn’t mind Kibum not chauffeuring him about, Kevin doesn’t care that he sees Eli almost literally for every minute of the day, Kevin doesn’t think it was tiring to do all that because he had fallen. He had fallen for the disgusting man, or so Kevin says, named Eli.
Of course that was possible. Love comes in the weirdest way and makes everything else that should have been these become those. Love made people become idiots, just like how he became an idiot and hadn’t thought of such a possibility. The possibility that was thrown right in his face but somehow, he never seemed to see it.
Kevin saw Eli for every second in these few days, with so many different things showered over him. Why wouldn’t it be possible?
But the thought of Kevin actually loving someone else made him jealous, angry, and jealous once more. Holding onto the car keys he had in his pockets, he fiddled with it a little and held it tightly, as if with a vengeance. Kibum then aimed it at Kevin’s head and threw it over with one powerful swing, the younger whimpering in pain at the sudden jolt of pain from his head.
Kevin eyed the car keys on the floor while rubbing the sore area, bending down to take the keys while having tears unconsciously welled up in his eyes. The impact of the sharp keys had been rather painful, but more so the fact that Kibum threw something at him with the purpose of hurting him.
“What was that for?” Kevin pouted with an annoyed frown creased across his forehead, a hint of irritation in his voice. Kibum’s bad mood needn’t have led to a key to his head! Why did this gentle man before him have such violent tendencies when angry? It was such a far cry from what he remembered of the older man.
“Drive yourself there. I’m not going.” Kibum looked away, his heart being wrung in directions he never knew was possible. He felt a sharp pain like bees stinging the exposed area, then cramping it within a small area and leaving him breathless. Kibum knew his eyes turn wet, knowing they weren’t from the pain.
They originated from the thought of Kevin. In love with that Eli guy.
He was sorry for throwing it at Kevin’s head, but if he didn’t do that, he wasn’t sure what else he would have done. He actually had this thought of throwing Kevin down into the river so that if he couldn’t have the younger, no one could. Kibum really didn’t want anyone else seeing that smile that had became so precious to him.
“What the hell?” Kevin rolled his eyes crossly, throwing the keys back at Kibum’s head. The older man had better reflexes though, catching the keys but not looking back at Kevin who was on the verge of crying. “I don’t know how to- argh, whatever! Suit yourself.”
Kevin stomped off, to the other side of the car, raising a hand in hope of hailing down a cab despite being on the expressway. That idiot, obviously Kevin didn’t know how to drive a car. He turned back and glared angrily at Kibum, checking the time and deciding if a cab arrived then, he would be late by a minute. A cab soon slowed down before him, and Kevin quickly jumped in without saying a goodbye to Kibum, plainly concerned with telling the cab driver his destination.
Why was he suffering from Kibum’s random rage, anyway? Feeling the slight bump on his head, Kevin took in a deep breath and tried to help himself feel better. He wasn’t a good friend, because he never knew how to be one. Maybe a friend should have been nicer, should have been more patient with a friend that wasn’t in the best of mood.
Maybe, or maybe Kibum was just being ridiculous.
Kibum stared at the river once more and released a long sigh. He knew he had been ridiculous, unreasonable and outright absurd. Kevin was somewhat a free man, he had every right to choose who he loved and of course, one-sided love exists. Kibum hadn’t gotten down the concept of love in his twenty one years of living. He had probably taken his parents’ relationship as a reference, being such a newbie at it.
They had been each other’s first love. The two were married when they were barely of age, a tradition in the days back then. Apparently, the two were too shy to break the innocence between them at such a young age despite both sides’ parents strongly persuading, his mother only giving birth to Kibum when she was twenty seven. When his mother was still alive, she would have brought him to the sofa in the living room and chatted with him about life, and love. His mother would always encourage him to find a girlfriend and not be too focused in his studies, telling him a lover would give him a different insight to life he could never manage with himself alone. And that was the exact thing Kibum’s father had done so for herself.
It was almost like a fairytale, the way she said it. And Kibum might have gotten his hopes too high up with Kevin, the very first person he couldn’t take his eyes off.
Love. Funny, why did he ever fall in love? Why didn’t he stop himself before he fell so hard? And there didn’t seem to be a reason for him to have fallen so hard, because Kevin didn’t change, neither did he. As if, as if gravity was aiding his fall, into Kevin’s charms. Those invisible vines from the younger man clung to his heart, refusing to let go, only tightening their grip and reeling him in like a lost fish. He had a verdict long ago, the moment he allowed himself to be lost in those eyes, the moment he allowed himself to be obsessed over that smile. He was doomed, doomed to let the younger unconsciously control him and his rollercoaster-like emotions.
Throwing the car keys he had caught previously into the air, he then waited for them to drop back down into his hands. The uneven edges of the keys had slightly dug into his skin as he grabbed them firmly, and he wondered if the unprepared Kevin had gotten hurt from the same keys he had thrown over earlier on.
Kibum tried imagining a flaw on the younger. What if, just what if, the keys left a dent on the younger’s head? Kibum wasn’t the best at visualising, trying to form a cartoon Kevin in his head and the character then having a part of his head chipped off. It looked rather cute actually, since it looked more like Casper the friendly ghost than Kevin, really. But if Kevin looked like that, it might be a slightly heart-breaking to know the perfect younger man had such a scar left on him. Would Kevin’s hair cover the dent?
As if amused by the cartoon Kevin his head, Kibum tried putting him with a moustache. Pretty scary a scene, like someone out of an Italian movie. A beard, and that made him look a little like a wizard, or a celestial being in Chinese fantasy dramas if there were bleached eyebrows. What if Kevin had long hair? Would he look like a girl?
The thought led him to putting on girl clothes for the dwarf character in his head that looked nothing like Kevin. There were sailor uniforms, some elegant dress he had seen in the mall when shopping with Kevin, a wedding dress his mother said was left for his future wife because she never got to wear one in the year she was married, and suddenly, his own clothes.
Kevin might not fit his clothes. His shoulders were at least two inches narrower than Kibum’s. Kevin’s torso was also shorter, with his legs taking up a bigger proportion of his total height as compared to Kibum. His shirt might just then reach Kevin’s mid-thighs, and his pants might be an inch too wide for the younger.
He had this belt that might make his smallest jeans fit Kevin, though. The design was rather simple, but the width of the black belt was suitable for Kevin’s small hips. Kibum then thought about Kevin wearing a tie, the kind with stripes of exotic colours put together. Maybe, yellow and blue? Or red and green? Would Kevin pull it off? Most likely, since there should be a target audience for such weird ties that are sold in the market, and Kevin would look good in anything.
Going back to girly clothes…Kibum’s mind drifted off to the shoes. Men didn’t have much choices for their shoes, but girls had a series of shoes to choose from. Flats, slippers, sandals, high-heels, and different sort of high-heels. Kibum wasn’t sure of the names for every kind of high-heels shoes, but they were probably all the same.
What if Kevin wore those sort of boots with high-heels? What if Kibum put him on a runway and made him catwalk like anorexic models in a fashion show? Would Kevin stumble in his steps, or pull it off really well? Kibum knew those heels made the balls of women’s feet to have a high amount of pressure acting on them, while their heels have a comparably lower amount of pressure due to some physics theory he never learnt. The centre of gravity probably shifted forward, causing the uneven distribution of weight though. It must hurt. Would Kevin whine and plead to be exempted from the show, or would he swallow down the pain and stride forward with unbeatable confidence?
Somehow, the background changed once more and Kevin was in a chef’s attire working with apple pies, blueberry pies, chocolate pies, many other pies, and they were all insanely stacked up, one above each other. Kevin was juggling between keeping them upright and decorating one raspberry pie he had before him. Kibum chuckled, almost mentally adding four tentacles on Kevin so he would look like an octopus.
With all these ridiculous thoughts sprouting from his head, a small smile just couldn’t help but tug on the ends of his lips. Kibum was starting to feel slightly insane, laughing at Kevin’s ridiculous look in his head while sighing at the thought that Kevin must have reached that man already.
He chuckled bitterly, returning to his car to drive to where he knew he could be slightly comforted - that very park.
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The ending is SUPERBLY, random.
I tell you, I had a major writer's block and I was trying to reach 3k for this chapter so it got out of hand.
I sincerely apologise for the funny images it conjured up.
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
Chapter 16 :: Chapter 17 :: Chapter 18 :: Chapter 19 :: Chapter 20 :: Chapter 21 :: Chapter 22
It was the exact midway of his project, the fourth month just arriving. About ninety days had passed since the start of the semester, and he had surely found out a lot about Kevin. Except that Kibum wasn’t sure if he could last till the last day anymore. Every single day, Kevin was really meeting up with the man called Eli, and the worst thing that could ever happen had happened.
“What do you mean I don’t need to chauffeur you about?” Kibum frowned, clenching his fist tightly. Eli was really doing everything to restrict Kevin from meeting any other man, even so far as to him, the supposed faceless driver in Eli’s head.
“I don’t know, he said he had a personal chauffeur and that he would schedule that person to fetch me about. Said it was easier.” Kevin’s face contorted with the same puzzled look, though lacking the hint of anger in Kibum’s tone.
“I’m paid to chauffeur you about.” Kibum shook his head, rolling his eyes at the lame explanation that he could so easily see through. “I’m just going to fetch you earlier than that chauffeur.”
“I told him that, but he said he would pay you your salary.” Kevin shrugged, and that only fanned the flame in Kibum’s heart. How could Kevin so nonchalantly just send him away like that? Well, maybe he didn’t care. Kevin didn’t need to care, afterall. Kibum doesn’t need to be around Kevin every single day, even if Kevin thought of him as a friend.
But the more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t swallow this down. Listening to a person he didn’t know, against his wishes, was never what Kibum lived by. In fact, even if he knew the person, it would take the stubborn him some time to actually agree against his wishes. Or not agree at all. Kibum knew his choices well, and that means it would take a whole lot of logical thinking from the other party for him to seriously consider the other option.
Grabbing Kevin’s wrist roughly, he pushed the younger into the car and slammed the door shut, as if threatening Kevin to try and get down from the car. Kibum then got into the car, ignoring the look filled with shock on Kevin’s face. He purely ignited the car engine and stepped heavily on the accelerator, speeding out of the car park within seconds.
Reckless driving once more, Kevin sighed. The younger man bit his lower lip nervously, tugging the seatbelt and hurriedly buckling it. He didn’t know what suddenly got over Kibum. It just seemed like someone suddenly dropped a bomb on the older man, causing him to have such an explosive reaction out of nowhere. Kevin saw red streaks form around his own wrist, the area Kibum had tightly held onto a moment earlier, and tried to remember the last time such a thing happen.
When Kibum was with his father, right? But, what about the incident a few minutes ago? What about it made Kibum rage? There didn’t seem like a proper reason for Kibum to just get so angry, unless he didn’t like the fact that he wouldn’t be able to fetch Kevin around anymore. Even that, Kevin paused, even that didn’t sound like a possible reason. Why would Kibum want to drive him around when the time are either early in the morning or late into the night? Kibum always had homework to catch up on, from what Kevin knew, and such a break would be good for the older man.
A sudden step on the break made the two jerked, Kevin wincing due to his neck slightly cramping. He turned to look curiously at Kibum, but the older man had already left the car. Kibum was in a bad mood, Kevin belatedly concluded. There wasn’t any reason, Kibum just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Kevin then opened the side door and swiftly got off the car in search of the other man.
They were in the middle of a bridge over the Han River, and Kevin quickly walked to Kibum’s side of the car where it was safer, without cars speeding across. The man was leaning over the barrier with his arms resting on it, looking down at the river with a rather depressing expression. Kevin continued strolling over, pressing his lips together while deciding what he should say to break the silence.
“What are you doing?” Kevin frowned, a hand on Kibum’s shoulder and shaking gently as if to soothe him. Sliding his hand down the older man’s back, he rubbed the spine area and leaned closer, speaking with a soft voice. “You can tell me anything.”
“Aren’t you tired?” Kibum shrugged the hand away, turning to Kevin with a rather sorrowful stare. Who was he to ask Kevin if he was tired or not? Maybe, he was the one being a tiresome burden to the younger. That Kevin had to talk to him even late at night to keep him awake and not crash into the car in front, that Kevin had to come and soothe his bad mood even if it was only Kibum’s feelings exploding. Even so, Kibum just wished Kevin would give him a reply that could make these all better. “You see him every minute!”
Kevin paused, realizing it was Eli who Kibum was implying in those angry words. Standing beside Kibum and then sighing, before taking in the beautiful morning sun and the reflection sparkling on the river, Kevin shrugged gently. “At least he lets me go home.”
Kibum scrunched up his nose, looking back at the scene before his eyes plainly because he didn’t know what he should do about Kevin. Just how could the younger so mindlessly dismiss the fact that Eli was cutting off all Kevin’s interactions with people? Without a second thought, he just does as Eli tells him to, like a puppet. And he was here, foolishly thinking that Kevin was trying to gain control of his life. That the younger had a brain and was not afraid to use it, and that he had a goal and was working furiously towards it. “Don’t you care?”
“What do I do? My body is for sale, he bought it, and that means I’d have to do anything he says. You want me to reject someone who pays?” Kevin questioned back almost sharply, staring straight at the ripples on the water body caused by the wind. As if a thought hit him on the head, Kevin lowered his head and checked his watch for the time.
He had only ten minutes to reach where Eli wanted him to be. If he could talk Kibum out of his bad mood in three minutes, and Kibum would drive barely under the street limit, then he might not be late afterall. Hopefully, Kibum would feel better soon. Kevin stuck to his rules, and he didn’t like being flexible with them. Even if Eli was really easy to take care of, punctuality was the key in any situation Kevin would be in.
Kibum saw Kevin’s fidgety behaviour at the corner of his eye. The younger man was checking his watch, impatiently drumming his fingers on the barrier. Impatience, Kibum snorted. So now, Kevin can’t even wait to get into that man’s embrace, huh? What had Kibum been hoping for?
Didn’t it all make sense right now? Kevin doesn’t mind Kibum not chauffeuring him about, Kevin doesn’t care that he sees Eli almost literally for every minute of the day, Kevin doesn’t think it was tiring to do all that because he had fallen. He had fallen for the disgusting man, or so Kevin says, named Eli.
Of course that was possible. Love comes in the weirdest way and makes everything else that should have been these become those. Love made people become idiots, just like how he became an idiot and hadn’t thought of such a possibility. The possibility that was thrown right in his face but somehow, he never seemed to see it.
Kevin saw Eli for every second in these few days, with so many different things showered over him. Why wouldn’t it be possible?
But the thought of Kevin actually loving someone else made him jealous, angry, and jealous once more. Holding onto the car keys he had in his pockets, he fiddled with it a little and held it tightly, as if with a vengeance. Kibum then aimed it at Kevin’s head and threw it over with one powerful swing, the younger whimpering in pain at the sudden jolt of pain from his head.
Kevin eyed the car keys on the floor while rubbing the sore area, bending down to take the keys while having tears unconsciously welled up in his eyes. The impact of the sharp keys had been rather painful, but more so the fact that Kibum threw something at him with the purpose of hurting him.
“What was that for?” Kevin pouted with an annoyed frown creased across his forehead, a hint of irritation in his voice. Kibum’s bad mood needn’t have led to a key to his head! Why did this gentle man before him have such violent tendencies when angry? It was such a far cry from what he remembered of the older man.
“Drive yourself there. I’m not going.” Kibum looked away, his heart being wrung in directions he never knew was possible. He felt a sharp pain like bees stinging the exposed area, then cramping it within a small area and leaving him breathless. Kibum knew his eyes turn wet, knowing they weren’t from the pain.
They originated from the thought of Kevin. In love with that Eli guy.
He was sorry for throwing it at Kevin’s head, but if he didn’t do that, he wasn’t sure what else he would have done. He actually had this thought of throwing Kevin down into the river so that if he couldn’t have the younger, no one could. Kibum really didn’t want anyone else seeing that smile that had became so precious to him.
“What the hell?” Kevin rolled his eyes crossly, throwing the keys back at Kibum’s head. The older man had better reflexes though, catching the keys but not looking back at Kevin who was on the verge of crying. “I don’t know how to- argh, whatever! Suit yourself.”
Kevin stomped off, to the other side of the car, raising a hand in hope of hailing down a cab despite being on the expressway. That idiot, obviously Kevin didn’t know how to drive a car. He turned back and glared angrily at Kibum, checking the time and deciding if a cab arrived then, he would be late by a minute. A cab soon slowed down before him, and Kevin quickly jumped in without saying a goodbye to Kibum, plainly concerned with telling the cab driver his destination.
Why was he suffering from Kibum’s random rage, anyway? Feeling the slight bump on his head, Kevin took in a deep breath and tried to help himself feel better. He wasn’t a good friend, because he never knew how to be one. Maybe a friend should have been nicer, should have been more patient with a friend that wasn’t in the best of mood.
Maybe, or maybe Kibum was just being ridiculous.
Kibum stared at the river once more and released a long sigh. He knew he had been ridiculous, unreasonable and outright absurd. Kevin was somewhat a free man, he had every right to choose who he loved and of course, one-sided love exists. Kibum hadn’t gotten down the concept of love in his twenty one years of living. He had probably taken his parents’ relationship as a reference, being such a newbie at it.
They had been each other’s first love. The two were married when they were barely of age, a tradition in the days back then. Apparently, the two were too shy to break the innocence between them at such a young age despite both sides’ parents strongly persuading, his mother only giving birth to Kibum when she was twenty seven. When his mother was still alive, she would have brought him to the sofa in the living room and chatted with him about life, and love. His mother would always encourage him to find a girlfriend and not be too focused in his studies, telling him a lover would give him a different insight to life he could never manage with himself alone. And that was the exact thing Kibum’s father had done so for herself.
It was almost like a fairytale, the way she said it. And Kibum might have gotten his hopes too high up with Kevin, the very first person he couldn’t take his eyes off.
Love. Funny, why did he ever fall in love? Why didn’t he stop himself before he fell so hard? And there didn’t seem to be a reason for him to have fallen so hard, because Kevin didn’t change, neither did he. As if, as if gravity was aiding his fall, into Kevin’s charms. Those invisible vines from the younger man clung to his heart, refusing to let go, only tightening their grip and reeling him in like a lost fish. He had a verdict long ago, the moment he allowed himself to be lost in those eyes, the moment he allowed himself to be obsessed over that smile. He was doomed, doomed to let the younger unconsciously control him and his rollercoaster-like emotions.
Throwing the car keys he had caught previously into the air, he then waited for them to drop back down into his hands. The uneven edges of the keys had slightly dug into his skin as he grabbed them firmly, and he wondered if the unprepared Kevin had gotten hurt from the same keys he had thrown over earlier on.
Kibum tried imagining a flaw on the younger. What if, just what if, the keys left a dent on the younger’s head? Kibum wasn’t the best at visualising, trying to form a cartoon Kevin in his head and the character then having a part of his head chipped off. It looked rather cute actually, since it looked more like Casper the friendly ghost than Kevin, really. But if Kevin looked like that, it might be a slightly heart-breaking to know the perfect younger man had such a scar left on him. Would Kevin’s hair cover the dent?
As if amused by the cartoon Kevin his head, Kibum tried putting him with a moustache. Pretty scary a scene, like someone out of an Italian movie. A beard, and that made him look a little like a wizard, or a celestial being in Chinese fantasy dramas if there were bleached eyebrows. What if Kevin had long hair? Would he look like a girl?
The thought led him to putting on girl clothes for the dwarf character in his head that looked nothing like Kevin. There were sailor uniforms, some elegant dress he had seen in the mall when shopping with Kevin, a wedding dress his mother said was left for his future wife because she never got to wear one in the year she was married, and suddenly, his own clothes.
Kevin might not fit his clothes. His shoulders were at least two inches narrower than Kibum’s. Kevin’s torso was also shorter, with his legs taking up a bigger proportion of his total height as compared to Kibum. His shirt might just then reach Kevin’s mid-thighs, and his pants might be an inch too wide for the younger.
He had this belt that might make his smallest jeans fit Kevin, though. The design was rather simple, but the width of the black belt was suitable for Kevin’s small hips. Kibum then thought about Kevin wearing a tie, the kind with stripes of exotic colours put together. Maybe, yellow and blue? Or red and green? Would Kevin pull it off? Most likely, since there should be a target audience for such weird ties that are sold in the market, and Kevin would look good in anything.
Going back to girly clothes…Kibum’s mind drifted off to the shoes. Men didn’t have much choices for their shoes, but girls had a series of shoes to choose from. Flats, slippers, sandals, high-heels, and different sort of high-heels. Kibum wasn’t sure of the names for every kind of high-heels shoes, but they were probably all the same.
What if Kevin wore those sort of boots with high-heels? What if Kibum put him on a runway and made him catwalk like anorexic models in a fashion show? Would Kevin stumble in his steps, or pull it off really well? Kibum knew those heels made the balls of women’s feet to have a high amount of pressure acting on them, while their heels have a comparably lower amount of pressure due to some physics theory he never learnt. The centre of gravity probably shifted forward, causing the uneven distribution of weight though. It must hurt. Would Kevin whine and plead to be exempted from the show, or would he swallow down the pain and stride forward with unbeatable confidence?
Somehow, the background changed once more and Kevin was in a chef’s attire working with apple pies, blueberry pies, chocolate pies, many other pies, and they were all insanely stacked up, one above each other. Kevin was juggling between keeping them upright and decorating one raspberry pie he had before him. Kibum chuckled, almost mentally adding four tentacles on Kevin so he would look like an octopus.
With all these ridiculous thoughts sprouting from his head, a small smile just couldn’t help but tug on the ends of his lips. Kibum was starting to feel slightly insane, laughing at Kevin’s ridiculous look in his head while sighing at the thought that Kevin must have reached that man already.
He chuckled bitterly, returning to his car to drive to where he knew he could be slightly comforted - that very park.
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The ending is SUPERBLY, random.
I tell you, I had a major writer's block and I was trying to reach 3k for this chapter so it got out of hand.
I sincerely apologise for the funny images it conjured up.