Wonshik was nervous. It wasn't the first time, of course. But each time was putting him in that state. He was a really badass, popular, swaggy rapper, but he was still always really, really anxious every time he was meeting a fan. It wasn't that he was really shy.... But the thought of meeting someone who admires you, and has so much expectation was pressuring him. And it was a woman. Wonshik has never been comfortable with that species.

His managers organized a meeting between him and a random fan they picked to spend the day together. The fan didn't know what they were picked for and they were always so surprised and excited that despite not really being into girls; Wonshik always found them cute, the way they were blushing and shy just walking next to him.

It was always the same program, only the location changing. Bringing her to a cute coffee shop, surprising her with flowers, having small talk, then bringing her to a park with a nice scenery , making her talk about herself, buying her a few gifts, telling her she was pretty. If a normal relationship with a girl was like that, Wonshik was finding it boring and was glad to be gay. But of course, he always had to act as if he was having the time of his life. Acting caring and soft wasn't really hard, cause it was something natural for him. Despite his intimidating look, he was a big softie. And he really wanted his fan to spend a memorable day.

So here he was, standing in the entrance of the building of his agency, fidgeting with his fingers but trying to remain cool. The girl would be there soon. If only, for once, it could be a guy... Wonshik knew he had some male fans, but for some reason, his manager only chose girls. Of course, it would be very bad, two men spending some time together. Wonshik shook his head, trying to get these stupid thoughts out. Focus, Kim Wonshik.

Usually, there would always be a manager with them, following in the distance to make sure everything was alright. But today, the guy had to leave for an emergency and couldn't be replaced. Wonshik was thankful for that, it was only stressing him more to feel watched.

He opted for simple outfits, he was kinda tired of putting so much effort in a fake date and the manager wasn't even there. He was wearing a light blue buttoned shirt, black trousers and simple shoes; the only showy things being his Gucci belt and his expensive watch. The previous day, the manager insisted for him to wear these golden fake glasses and pull his hair up. He didn't really like it, he preferred to have his long soft black hair hiding his forehead and sometimes his eyes, when they were too long. But apparently, his fan had a preference for this look. And he didn't want to be too scolded by his manager. He was trying to decide if he should hide his tattoo by pulling his sleeves down, because it might look intimidating, when he saw someone coming in his direction. It had to be the fan, the building was in a dead end. But to Wonshik's surprise, it wasn't a girl , but a guy. He was looking around him, a paper in his hand, probably following the directions given to him. Wonshik smiled. So for once, they did him a favor and chose a boy... As he was walking closer, not realizing Wonshik's presence in front of him, the rapper took some time to look at him. He was wearing a dark green oversized sweater and had light brown hair. He had a cute big nose, pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows. Wonshik's heart clenched. He was really, really cute. For once he won't have to fake complimenting him. The guy finally looked up, and met Wonshik's eyes.

Wonshik was expecting so much, him blushing and being even cuter, putting his hands in front of his mouth , gasping, perhaps crying, but he really didn't expect THAT.

'' Excuse me but... Who are you? Where is my prize? ''

Wonshik almost choked on his saliva and took a moment to answer.

'' The.... the what??? ''

The guy in front of him seemed annoyed and shook the paper in front of his face, his hand on his hips.

'' Answer me bastard, tell me this isn't a scam, or I hit you , fucking bitch.''

Wonshik rarely saw someone swearing that much and coming from that cute mouth, it was really... disturbing. But somehow, still cute. He chuckled, and Jaehwan raised an eyebrow.

'' Are you making fun of me son of a bitch?? The audacity ??? Do you know who I AM?''

Wonshik , amused, looked at the paper and saw it really was the location of the meeting.

'' And you really don't know who I am , Huh ? ''

The guy rolled his eyes to the sky.

'' Of course I don't. But know that I'm Lee Jaehwan, THE Lee Jaehwan, I could fucking buy your entire family! ''

Wonshik had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. But judging by his expensive clothes and his sentence, he was probably some rich brat. He smiled to him.

'' Nice to meet you, Lee Jaehwan. I'm Kim Wonshik, and i think a mistake was made. You... you participated in a contest, right? But ... you apparently didn't really check what it was about... ''

The guy tilted his head, pouting even more, and oh fuck he really was cute. He took his phone from his pocket and scrolled for a moment, before stopping, the realization hitting him.

'' Oh fuck... ''

Wonshik let out a big laugh, and Jaehwan glared at him.

'' What's so funny Kim Wonshit, you think you're sexy with your damn deep voice and your tattoo on your big arms. ''

Wonshik stopped laughing and blushed. Was he... finding him sexy?

'' Listen... I'm sorry I'm not what you expected but... look. I have no other schedules today and if I go back to my studio or the agency my manager is going to kill me... and i already made a reservation in a cafe. So, what about we spend the day together? I'll pay for everything, of course. ''

For the first time since they met, Jaehwan smiled, and it was as if the sun rose. Wonshik felt his heart melting.

'' I have nothing to do either... and if you pay for everything... okay it's a deal! ''

He extended a hand for him to shake it, as to seal the deal, or to greet him properly, Wonshik didn't know. He had long fingers, with silver rings, and Wonshik almost forgot to give his own hand because he was too focused on those fingers.

He finally held his hand, big, warm, and was almost sad when he had to drop it. Almost.

They walked to the place where Wonshik booked a table in awkward silence. He wasn't a fan, and Wonshik didn't know what to talk about with him, since he wouldn't be interested by his stuff. They entered the cafe, and Jaehwan smiled again. He seemed to really like the decoration.

It was a comfortable and quiet cafe, with some sofas in the corner, the furniture and walls were all in soft pink and grey colors. There were some plants on the shelves, and cute decorations. It was the perfect place for a girl, said all the comments about this place, but Wonshik didn't expect Jaehwan to like it that much. He seemed enchanted.

'' You like it? It's not a big deal you know, there are places like this everywhere... ''

Jaehwan's smile faded, and Wonshik cursed himself mentally. Why was he so clumsy.

'' I don't... Go out that often. I don't have friends, and i don't like going to these kind of places alone. That's depressing. ''

Wonshik nodded, not wanting to dive too much when they had just met. He didn't want to ask about private stuff. But Jaehwan seemed to not agree with that and continued talking as they sat in a table.

'' I might be rich; people might fear me because my family has power and money, in the end no one wants to be friends with me. They are only after my money. ''

Jaehwan looked really sad, and Wonshik decided he hated that on his pretty face. He waited for the waitress to take their order, then started talking again.

'' I bet you're someone who likes talking... Since you seem to not be able to do it often, you can talk to me, we're together for the day, let's use that opportunity. ''

The big smile was back on Jaehwan's face, and he started babbling for maybe, hours? about random things, as soon as Wonshik told him that, as if he was waiting for his permission. Wonshik got a little bit sad thinking about the fact that maybe usually people don't let him talk.

They ate (mostly Jaehwan) many cakes, drank tea, and Wonshik didn't feel the time flying. He was drinking in Jaehwan's words, mesmerized by him. Behind his bratty mask, Jaehwan was someone really soft and fragile. Wonshik could say that he was the type to be hurt if you say something bad to him, even once. He finally looked at his watch, and realized it was getting late. He remembered he also ordered something for what he thought would be a fan, and started to be embarrassed. He completely forgot. But, well, maybe Jaehwan would like it. He excused himself and stood up, leaving the cafe briefly.

When he came back, Jaehwan was playing with a piece of cake that he didn't eat, balancing his legs under the table. Wonshik thought he was as adorable as a kid. No, more adorable. He never really liked kids. He coughed to grab Jaehwan's attention, and Jaehwan's eyes widened when he gave him a big and beautiful bouquet of flowers.

'' This.... This is for me?? ''

Wonshik scratched his head, embarrassed.

'' It was supposed to be for the fan but... since I ordered it... You can keep it... ''

Jaehwan smiled again, so brightly, Wonshik thought he would become blind.

'' Thank you so much, Shikkie, it's so beautiful! ''

Wonshik raised an eyebrow at the nickname, but didn't say anything. It was cute. He liked it.

They decided to leave, since they were there for a long time, the waitress seemed relieved because she wanted to clean their table and Jaehwan was kinda loud for such a quiet place.

They went to have a walk in a park nearby. The weather was nice, the sun was warm but there was a refreshing breeze cooling the air. It was pleasant to walk under the trees.

This time, Jaehwan was quiet. He was holding the flowers against his chest, as if he was afraid that someone might take them from him.

As Wonshik was watching him through short glances, he realized it was the first time he was hanging out with someone not because of his job, nor because of his fame, he didn't talk about that even once. They just talked like two normal humans. Not like a famous idol and a rich kid.

The day was coming to an end, and Wonshik found himself not wanting to let Jaehwan go. He wanted to continue to talk to him, he wanted him to talk to him. His voice was as clear as crystal, he could listen to him all night.

But even great things have an end.

He just wanted to do a last special thing. This day was special. Jaehwan was special.

So he guided him to his studio, the place where all his inspiration take form, where he could do his 'magic'. Jaehwan asked a few questions while they were on their way, but Wonshik refused to answer, mostly because he was amused to see Jaehwan pout and trying to sulk, mumbling something like '' I'm pretty sure you're about to kidnap me to ask money from my family you bastard I fucking knew it '' but he still didn't run away.

They entered the small room, and immediately a white ball of fur ran towards them. Wonshik kneeled down and petted the small dog, which licked his hands. He laughed with that deep voice that made walls shake.

'' Hey Butt, I'm happy to see you! Dad brought a friend today! ''

Jaehwan snorted.

'' Butt?? You fucking named your dog Butt?? Is everything alright in your head?? ''

Wonshik clicked his tongue.

'' tch. Language. ''

Jaehwan rolled his eyes to the sky.

'' The audacity to tell me that when you called your dog Butt... ''

Wonshik ignored him, and played with his dog instead. Jaehwan carefully put the flowers on the sofa and sat next to them and held out his hand. Butt sniffed his hand carefully, before deciding that he liked Jaehwan and allowed him to pet his head. Wonshik almost cooed.

'' Your dog seems to really like you. I bet you like him too... you even refer to yourself as his dad... ''

Jaehwan seemed sad, once again.

'' Don't you have a pet? ''

'' No... My parents don't want them to '' dirty '' the house... I want one so much, though. ''

Wonshik felt so bad for Jaehwan. He was probably even more lonely than him.

'' I guess I'm lucky to have him... to be honest, he's my only friend. Like you, people never hang out with me for the person I am. They hang out with Ravi the rapper. Not Wonshik the human. ''

They stared at each other for few minutes, understanding how the other was feeling, how their heart was cold. For a brief moment, the ice in them melted, and they could feel something warm inside of them.

'' So huh, this is where you work? ''

The moment of peace broke, vanishing like a dream. Wonshik turned his attention back to the puppy.

'' Uh, yes. I'm sorry, I brought you here when you probably don't care about that... ''

Jaehwan was fidgeting with the string of his sweater, biting his lips.

'' That's not true, it's interesting. To see that you seem to really love your work. You're not living through the money of your parents but through your dreams. I think that's beautiful. ''

His voice was soft, almost a whisper. Under the glow of the purple neons, Wonshik wasn't sure if he blushed or if he imagined it. He wanted to hold his hand, to say sweet words to him, to make his pretty smile appear on his face again. But he froze, and couldn't move a finger. And after all, perhaps Jaehwan wouldn't like it. He probably would hate being intimate with another man. He would be disgusted. And he couldn't bear being disgusting in Jaehwan's eyes. So he just let it go.

Jaehwan finally moved and stood up. He took his flowers, and Wonshik understood it was time for them to part their ways. He brought him back to the exit, and was wondering if he should give him his number, or if that would be weird. But Jaehwan made the decision for him.

His arrogant look was back as he opened his mouth again.

'' Anyway, thanks for diverting me today, I appreciate it. After all it was your fault. Good bye. ''

And after that, he left without looking back.

Once he was alone, Wonshik felt empty. He hoped until the very end that maybe, they could become friends. Jaehwan didn't seem to hate him. But he was wrong. He was as lonely as before, if not more. His phone rang, cutting off his thoughts. It was his manager. Fuck. He probably heard what happened. He was about to die.

'' Yes, hello Hakyeon? ''

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'' Where did these flowers come from? ''

Jaehwan almost answered nicely to the maid. For a brief moment, he thought that Wonshik would have answered nicely. Wonshik was nice. But he immediately scolded himself mentally, and instead, as usual, raised an eyebrow and talked with as much disdain as he could.

'' That is not your fucking business. Go back to your work. ''

The maid wasn't even offended nor impressed by that, everyone in this house knew that Jaehwan never talks nicely. But no one ever told him anything, even his parents wouldn't dare to scold him. Only Wonshik laughed and told him language with his deep and annoyingly sexy voice. Jaehwan slammed the door of his room behind him. Fucking Wonshit. He considered for a moment to throw out the flowers. After all, they didn't even mean something, it was supposed to be for Wonshik's fan. But he just couldn't. It was the only thing linking him to Wonshik. And he didn't want to cut this link. Not yet. He wanted to keep these memories, just for a little bit more.

He carefully put the flowers in a vase with water, and put them on his night stand. Then, he decided to finally look for Wonshik's music on YouTube. He was just curious. That's all.

He entered his name, and at first didn't understand why the first results were about some RAVI, then he realized he was performing under this name. He clicked on the first video, something called Nirvana. Just one song, that wouldn't kill him.

That's how he spent his entire night, watching Wonshik's songs, then his live performances, then his interviews, then the few reality shows he was in.

It was almost 8 am when he fell asleep, still dressed. He dreamed about a man in a flower field, who was whispering to him with a deep voice that he loved fucking himself, hundreds of white French bulldogs jumping around them.

A few days passed. Then a full week. Then two. And Jaehwan couldn't get Wonshik out of his mind. And the flowers were dying.

He was lazily sprawled over his bed, playing with his phone, when his only friend, Taekwoon, sighed and sat next to him. He wasn't even his friend. He was just some rich kid that has no one to be with either. He never asked him to be there. He was always inviting himself to eat the food in his fridge.

'' Jaehwan, what's wrong? ''

'' Nothing. ''

'' Don't play this game with me. You've been moping around for days. ''

'' I'm not moping. I'm bored. Like usual. ''

'' You don't do that when you're bored. You annoy people. You don't even dirty your room or break glasses just so the maid would come and talk to you. ''

Jaehwan blushed, still refusing to meet his glance.

'' I don't know what you're talking about. ''

'' Come on, Jaehwan, you know you can talk to me. You've been like this since that day, when you went to pick up that prize... What happened? Was it a scam? ''

This time the brown haired guy looked up and sent him a suspicious glance.

'' You're the one that sent me that thing by the way....you insisted that I should participate and that the prize was pretty big and that I would like it... ''

Taekwoon seemed offended.

'' What are you talking about? I'm not responsible for your possible scam. You didn' t even talk to me about it, and it's your fault for always participating in random contests. As if you weren't rich enough. ''

'' I was bored. And I NEVER have enough clothes. ''

Taekwoon gave up and stood up, sighing. He looked at the dying flowers, and held his hand to pick them.

'' These flowers are ugly and dying. I will throw them out for you when I'll leave. ''

Jaehwan was up within a second, slapping his hand, eyes full of anger.

'' FUCKING BASTARD! DON'T EVEN DARE LAY A FINGER ON THEM. I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! ''

Taekwoon stared at him in shock. He was used to Jaehwan swearing, like everyone, but he had never heard Jaehwan screaming. He was always saying that raising voice was vulgar and only betrayed weakness and feelings. He considered for a moment to tease him about it, but he didn't want to be choked. That was kind of kinky. But he didn't want to think about kinks with Jaehwan. Ew. So he decided to leave Jaehwan to his angst, he had better things to do. Better people to see. One person to see.

As soon as Jaehwan was left alone, a tear started running along his cheek. Angered, he rubbed it with his sleeve. But another one came. Fuck. Since when was he such a crybaby? For a moment he asked himself if maybe he was about to have his period but then he remembered it wasn't possible.

He tried to take deep breaths. Stop. Crying. Like. A. Weak. Person.

After a few minutes, he managed to dry his eyes. Damn these stupid ugly flowers. He wanted to throw them out, but he knew very well that he won't throw his feelings away.

The sound of a notification from his phone distracted him. Oh, bless that device for procuring such a nice alternative to crying until you're a dried grape.

But his heart almost broke again when he saw it was a notification from RealRAVIofficial. He didn't even remember subscribing to his channel. But well, now that he had it under his hands, what would he say, no?

To his surprise, it wasn't a rap performance. It was a cover of a song.

Jaehwan watched the whole performance, and when it finished, he aggressively pressed the replay button, again and again,until the tears came back. He wasn't sure if it was the lyrics of the song, or perhaps it was his beautiful raspy voice, but this time he couldn't stop crying.

It's too hard to face you

The memories from back then torture me

I don't know if I should say this but

Please don't run into me

Is everything fine for you?

Now the flowers are falling

I look secretly

I don't even know why I'm doing this

He hated that song. He hated it so much.

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When Wonshik had told everything to his manager, he expected him to be mad, to scold him, but all Hakyeon said was ''Well the most important thing is that you were safe and that you spent a good time I guess.''

Wonshik was relieved, he didn't want to disappoint him. He was his manager, but also probably the only person close to him.

After that day, Wonshik tried his best to forget Jaehwan. He really did. But no matter what he was doing, his face was always surfacing. His smile, his eyes, his voice. It was like testing a drug for the first time, not knowing that you might become addicted, and not knowing what your mind or body needed, asked for, desperately. His whole being was aching for Jaehwan, even if his mind refused to admit that. He couldn't imagine missing someone he just met for one single day, someone he barely knew that much.

He started closing himself off from the outside world, even more than usual. He stopped answering to his fans, stopped going on social media, stopped talking to his manager. The only thing he did was composing new things, drowning himself in his music.

A few weeks ago, Hakyeon burst into his studio. His dog jumped in surprise, but Wonshik didn't even look away from his screen.

'' What do you want, hyung ? I have no schedules for now. ''

Hakyeon came closer to him and held his finger above the power button of his computer.

'' Wonshik, I'll count until 3,and if you don't go out with me at 3, I press that button and all your work will be lost. ''

Wonshik's heart almost stopped. He sent a death glare to Hakyeon, but he ignored it. So he finally stood up, cracking his bones. For how long did he sit there? He lost track of time.

'' Okay first take a shower, you smell like shit. Seriously, what kind of celebrity are you? You're really impossible, do I really need to take care of you like a kid? It's not my job. ''

Wonshik discreetly sniffed his armpit. Oh. Yes. It smelled.

'' Go home. Take a long bath, and dress nicely. I'll pick you up in 3 hours. ''

Wonshik absently patted his dog.

'' Where are we going? ''

'' To see the thing you've been avoiding for days. ''

Wonshik froze. Did he know what he...?

'' The world. You can't hide in your cave forever, Wonshik. You need to see people. You know that there are actual humans outside? ''

The black haired guy sighed. Hakyeon's lectures were NEVER short. And this time wasn't an exception.

After a few minutes of Hakyeon's monologue, Wonshik finally went to his flat. He felt like it was an eternity since he came there last. He tried not to think about why he didn't want to be there, definitely not loneliness, no, not at all. He tried his best to think about nothing but the hot water in his bath. How much he wished he could melt in this water...

After he almost fell asleep in the now cool water, one hour later, he decided that it was time to get ready, he didn't want to be late because that meant another lecture from his manager.

He told him to dress nicely, so Wonsik tried to make a little bit effort. He put on ripped jeans and one of his Versace shirts that he usually kept for his performances, then a little bit of eye liner. He pulled his hair back, and after a quick check in the mirror, he was satisfied by his look. He was hot, he was wild, he was expensive. Perhaps he might be able to meet someone and forget about him. Perhaps.

He left his flat as soon as he received a message from Hakyeon. Now that he was ready, he was excited to go out. It's been a long time, and needed to think about something else, at least for one night.

In the car, Hakyeon was silent. Wonshik would think he was mad, if he hadn't seen a little smirk on his face. As usual when they were going out, Hakyeon put his maximum in his outfit and appearance. A really tight pair of trousers made of something like fake leather, a black shirt, and a bomber jacket of the same color. Wonshik was supposed to be the idol, but this time Hakyeon was wearing more makeup. He was gorgeous. Breath taking. For a moment, Wonshik was almost jealous.

'' I need to introduce you to someone, by the way. Someone really important to me. ''

Wonshik send him a side glance, curious.

'' What kind of person is it? Your girlfriend? Your wife? ''

Hakyeon's smirk grew wider.

'' Perhaps... ''

But he remained silent for the rest of the way.

They arrived to a club that seemed only frequented by rich people. Everyone was dressed in Gucci and Supreme clothes, wearing their clothes proudly as human publicity spots. Wonshik always thought that was ridiculous. But well, he couldn't really say anything with his Versace shirt.

When they entered, the music was loud, pumping into his ears and making it hard to talk with Hakyeon. But he dragged him to a quieter place next to the bar, with some tables and sofas.

Hakyeon suddenly raised his hand, a wide smile appearing on his face and his eyes shining.

'' TAEKWOONIE! I'M HERE!! ''

A tall man walked towards them. His legs seemed super long, he reminded Wonshik of a noodle. Okay, a sexy noodle. His clothes were black and a little bit messy, he was wearing black ripped jeans and a black top. With his necklace and earrings, he reminded Wonshik of a chic goth. He had feline eyes, and his face might be a little bit scary if he didn't have a soft smile on his lips. When he arrived next to them, Hakyeon held his hand and he took it, interlacing their fingers. Then, it clicked in Wonshik's head. Oh. Oh. OH. It wasn't a girlfriend. It was a boyfriend.

'' Wonshik, let me introduce you to my boyfriend! His name is Taekwoon. Isn't he cute! ''

Wonshik laughed awkwardly, a little bit embarrassed. He really had no clue that his manager liked dick.

'' H... hi... I'm Wonshik. ''

'' I know who you are. ''

Taekwoon chucked softly. Wonshik hadn't expected that.

'' Anyway, Taekwoonie, didn't you say you would come with one of your friends? Where is he! ''

Taekwoon looked around him.

'' He's usually not shy, but it looks like he's hiding. He was behind me just a second earlier. Give me a second. ''

He left for a minute, and came back dragging behind him a guy that was familiar to Wonshik.

'' J-jaehwan???? ''

The guy who was always in mind, the guy he tried his best to forget, he was just in front of him,his eyes refusing to meet Wonshik's, fixed on the floor.

Hakyeon seemed surprised, but somehow, he sounded weird to Wonshik's ears.

'' Oh, you two already know each other! What a coincidence! Alright then we will leave you talk, and go the dancefloor, alright Taekwoonie ! ''

And before Wonshik could protest, he left, taking his boyfriend by the arm, who was still chuckling like he knew some secrets and it was honestly getting on Wonshik's nerves. Those two were just so weird.

There was an awkward silence. Then Wonshik decided to have balls, for once.

'' You... do you come here often? ''

Jaehwan was still inspecting the floor, as if it was the most interesting thing of the night...

'' Yes... With Taekwoon hyung... ''

'' Oh, I see. Did you know that him and Hakyeon hyung... ''

Jaehwan shook his head, blushing.

'' No. Not at all. I didn't even know he was gay. Well, maybe he's bisexual. Or pansexual. I don't know. ''

'' Me neither... Ah, by the way... you're pretty today. I mean, you were also pretty that day, but you're prettier today. Or maybe just different? I'm sorry I'm stupid. ''

It was Wonshik's turn to blush and look at the same point on the floor. Fuck. Why was he so bad at talking. But to his surprise, Jaehwan didn't seem embarrassed and even smiled.

'' You... Really think that? ''

'' Of course I do! You're just so cute and so beautiful! ''

Wonshik looked up at him, and this time Jaehwan raised his eyes and their glances met. Once again, like last time, in his studio, time seemed to stop. Wonshik smiled fondly at him.

'' Where is the arrogant brat from last time? Why are you suddenly so shy?''

Jaehwan became even redder and for a moment, Wonshik thought he was mad at him. But Jaehwan was back to his pouting habit.

'' That's your fault. You make me confused. I don't know how to act when you're here. Or when I think about you. You're so annoying. ''

'' Wait wait wait what? You think about me?? ''

Jaehwan seemed to realize that he talked too much and bit his lips.

'' Nothing. I didn't say that. ''

Wonshik was sure about what he heard, and was about to tease him, when he was interrupted by a group of apparently drunk young men.

'' Oh, look who we have there! This is mister Lee Jaehwan! ''

Jaehwan's cute face froze and he quickly become closed.

'' Go away, son of a bitch. Mind your own business. ''

'' You never change, right. But who's that? Did you buy a new friend? ''

Wonshik saw Jaehwan clench his jaw.

'' I said go away. ''

'' How much did you give him to make him stay with you? It must me a pretty high price to be able to endure that... ''

Now he could see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. It was too much. He couldn't bear seeing Jaehwan sad...

'' Did you pay him to fuck you, too ? Or is it the opposite, actually? Is that how you pay him? You let him fuck you and use you as the little slut you a-''

Wonshik's fist interrupted his sentence and he heard the sinister (but somehow satisfying) sound of a nose breaking and blood spraying all over his face and shirt. Everyone around them gasped in shock, and Wonshik took the opportunity of the surprise he caused to take Jaehwan's hand and run away.

As soon as the cold air hit them, Jaehwan seemed to regain his senses. He took the lead, going to the parking lot, sending worried glances around him.

'' We can't stay here. They could chase us. Come in my car, we will go to my place. ''

Wonshik nodded, and they stopped in front of a white Porsche. Wonshik held back a whistle. It wasn't the right moment to tease him.

Jaehwan drove them in silence. He seemed mad, but Wonshik thought it was because of these bastard.

Once they arrived, Wonshik didn't have the time to comment the luxurious villa. Jaehwan immediately dragged him to his room and slammed the door. Wonshik thought his room would be filled with cute stuff, soft colors, plushies, but it was white, and empty. A bed, a closet, curtains closed, and everything was clean. It was almost scary. There was no soul in this room, almost a hotel room. Wonshik decided not to mention the dried flowers on his bed stand.

'' ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID? ''

Wonshik looked at Jaehwan, not understanding what the fuck he was saying.

'' Excuse me what-''

'' FUCKING IDIOT, WHY DID YOU DO THAT. YOU'RE A FUCKING CELEBRITY. WHAT IF SOMEONE RECOGNIZED YOU? WHY DID YOU DO THAT?? ''

Wonshik came closer and cupped Jaehwan's cheeks, causing him to gasp in shock.

'' But Jyani, I did it because I care about you, I don't care if someone saw me, your safety is more important. ''

Jaehwan's voice broke, and tears started to finally fall.

'' But.... Why...we barely know each other... ''

'' Honestly I don't know. I can't explain why, but I can't see you sad or angry, it makes my blood boil. ''

Jaehwan sobbed and hugged Wonshik, who didn't expect that and hesitated before closing his arms around his tiny waist. He let him cry, soaking his expensive shirt with his tears. But Jaehwan's happiness had no price. If that could make him feel better, he would burn his entire Gucci collection.

'' I... I care about you too... ''

His voice was so soft, Wonshik almost missed it. His heart almost stopped and he felt suddenly warm, so warm. He thought he was about to implode.

'' Can we... Can we become friends..? ''

Ouch. That hurts. But what did he expect? But well, that was a good start. He will get to know him and perhaps, they could start something. He smiled softly at him.

'' Of course we can. I'd be really honored to know you better. ''

In the end, they spent the night laying in Jaehwan's bed, chatting about small things. Wonshik learned that Jaehwan really liked cuddling, and he would not complain. It felt so good, so right. They fell asleep, Jaehwan hugging Wonshik like a huge teddy bear and Wonshik stroking Jaehwan's soft hair. And for the first time since weeks, Wonshik slept until late, his mind peaceful and his body relaxed. He found his nirvana.

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Hakeyon was laying on his stomach, naked, in Taekwoon's king sized bed. Taekwoon took a moment to appreciate the contrast between his tanned skin and the white sheets. His Hakyeon was beautiful. '' mine '' were screaming the love bites and hickeys all over his body. He let his finger run on his body, starting on his shoulder, going down to his spine, his beautiful round ass, his thighs, his legs. He felt Hakyeon shivering, but he didn't move.

'' Darling... ''

Hakyeon hummed.

'' Do you think our plan worked? ''

This time, Hakyeon turned his head to look at him, a malicious look on his face.

'' Of course it did. It was my plan, after all. My ideas always works. And Wonshik didn't send me text imploring me to pick him up. He's a grown man, now. ''

'' It wasn't easy, though. Jaehwan is such a dick head sometimes. It took time for him to realize that he's able to love. ''

'' Don't be so hard on him. He never met the right people, that's all. And money can choke people's feelings. ''

'' I know, darling... I have to admit, this fake contest was a genius idea. ''

Hakyeon smirked.

'' Thanks,love. ''

'' But... How did you knew that Wonshik was gay, if he never told you? ''

Hakyeon rolled his eyes to the sky.

I know him since years. The gayness is oozes by every pore of his skin. ''

'' Well... I guess you have a good gaydar. If you didn't told me, I would have never guessed. ''

'' Because you're not interested in humans. Maybe if you were looking at something else than cats and puppies you would be able to read people like I do. ''

Taekwoon pouted and crossed his arms on his bare chest.

'' But they are cute... humans sucks. ''

Hakyeon let out an offended gasp.

'' Excuse me??? Then what am I to you??! ''

Taekwoon came closer to him and embraced him.

'' You're not human, yeonie, you're my beautiful angel. ''

'' Wow, that's super cheesy. ''

'' I know. Please don't let me say that again. ''

'' No, actually, I'll make you say that every day. ''

'' You're terrible.

I know. That's why you love me, right? ''

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