[Oneshot] To Say I Love You Without Saying It; 2/2
For the first time in his life, Kyuhyun wished, prayed, (wondered) if he could choose to not to wake up the next morning, so that he wouldn’t have to face his sister’s happy face, his mom’s gratified smile, the hustles and bustles of the family members who were still staying even after the wedding ceremony two days ago that were talking about the upcoming wedding, and Vincent’s silence (though he would love to take that as a sense of guilt). Yeah he should have dreamt and never wake up.
But he just had a call from his partner at assignments, the petite cameraman Kim Ryeowook, precisely at seven in the morning, telling him that they needed to cover a story on a particular scandal of this some and some artist and it couldn’t wait till he finishes his leaves. “I don't do literature as in literally, man, so you should know I won't help you with this other than some nice hot paparazzi-ish pictures,” he chided, Kyuhyun could hear his hands were busy rearranging the lenses and he could imagine how Ryeowook would do that with the precious collections he own which he showed to Kyuhyun since the first day they were assigned together as partners.
“Roger that. Be back there around tonight, though I’m not so sure if I can get through the old folks here without being baked alive.”
“What? They’re forcing a girl on you? You’re getting married?”
Kim Ryeowook is, surprisingly even with his dumb-looking nature and the facial expressions that say ‘I don't give a damn’, actually someone with a superhuman kind of instinct. So that’s why Kyuhyun wouldn’t want to talk about anything to him (especially him being gay for Vincent) but apparently he just did about three years ago under the influence of overly consumed soju and a happy heart because he just had been told by his mom that Vincent was home, Vincent was alive, and Vincent wasn't talking about hating him or such, and Kyuhyun just couldn’t help it but be happy. And being happy meant that he need to tell it to someone, and the straightforward Kim Ryeowook who was also having a confused heart with Kim Jongwoon’s confession and stalkish behaviour in the office was the perfect (only) candidate he could have resorted to.
“Nice guess there, but apparently it’s not me. It’s my sister.” Ryeowook sighed on the other side of the line, and Kyuhyun chuckled. “Sorry Wookie, you’re out from the list.”
“Well maybe it is already the time where I should consider that Jongwoon after all. Who knows being gay might have some benefits after all, right? Anyways, who’s your brother-in-law going to be?” silence. Kyuhyun were thinking about the right answer for the wrong question but then he figured that it wasn't a wrong question at all, though Ryeowook had already found out the answer itself.
“Is it... that best friend you’ve been talking about?”
Kyuhyun was hoping for a lightning to strike mysteriously at his mobile phone (or simply at him) so that he’d have an excuse for not going back or not answering the question asked innocently by the man with a high-pitched voice over the line, but apparently God still loved him at the moment and wanted him to live (suffer) until the wedding (perhaps?).
“What if it is him?”
“Congratulation!” he said, voice sounded so innocent so pure (so fucking annoying) and Kyuhyun grunted, “Oh my fucking god, Kim fucking Ryeowook you’re such a fucking insensitive bastard.” Kyuhyun never knew that he could use more than one fucking word in one line. But somehow, today he just felt like cursing.
-
“Can't you stay a little bit longer?” Kyuhyun wished he hadn’t turned around when he hear that voice but apparently his brain was trained to never (ever) ignore the soft vibration that flowed from Vincent’s pretty lips that he was left cursing his reflexes two seconds later. Hands clenching by his sides, he turned away from Vincent’s hopeful face and replied that he got works to do and he couldn’t help it and he needed to be there as soon as possible and Vincent just understand that he didn't want to be at home anymore.
“When I called you last time, your mother was so happy you know? She made your favourite dishes wasn't she? Because you’ve been away for too long and-”
“What can I do?” Kyuhyun cut in, voice sounded monotonously. His hands were still busy packing (stuffing) his clothes and things, not that he brought home that much anyway, into the brown luggage he had with unnecessary attention so that he wouldn’t turn around again and lose his control (he thought he might jump on Vincent anytime he saw him again now).
“If I don't go back, I’ll lose my job.” Liar, he cursed his self. It’s not like his editor couldn’t find any other reporter than him, this kind of stupid cat-and-mouse chase of a stupid but rising hot artist could be left at the hands of that sassy reporter Kim Heechul to be messed up on.
Vincent bit his lower lip, and nodded. There was something that he wanted to ask, Kyuhyun could feel it. The way he blinked his eyes, the way his lips trembled, the way he looked at Kyuhyun but not really looking straight into his eyes, oh Kyuhyun knew him so well for him to miss any little details of Vincent’s nervousness. So finally when he decided that he didn't want to be trapped in deeper inside these mixed up feelings of being together with Vincent in a room but couldn’t do anything, he put down the clothes he was stuffing inside his luggage for a while, and turned to face the silent man next to him.
“What is it, Vince? I wouldn’t know what you’re thinking if you don't speak.” Vincent swallowed the lump in his throat and mumbled something.
“I never knew mumbling is a way of communication.”
Vincent flinched, even though Kyuhyun didn't make any move at all. Five minutes of silence which was not favourable to Kyuhyun at all and he sighed. “It seems like you don't actually have anything to say to me, do you? So can you please-”
“You won’t be there at the wedding, will you?” Kyuhyun’s lips twitched, wanting to say ‘yes I will be there, so don't you worry and just get on with your life’ but apparently he felt that it would be impossible. This Vincent Lee was able to read through him from the start.
“You don't want me to be there?” he asked nerveless, hands in pockets, eyes roaming around the room (but not Vincent’s face).
“You know that’s not it.”
“That is it. Or else you won't be running away from me nine years ago.”
“You don't understand! I had to do it!” Vincent said half-shouting, sprung onto Kyuhyun and grabbed his shoulders, eyes looking so intensified so worried - so mesmerizing. Kyuhyun’s brow knitted, breath started to scatter.
“Then make me.”
He wished for Vincent to keep on holding him like that, looking at him like that, be near him like that and never let him go, but Vincent loose his grips and took one step away from him.
“Someday, someday you will.”
Kyuhyun laughed, left hand on his head, scratching without any meaning to. He wasn't really sure whether he was laughing or crying, but he was pretty convinced that there were some small sprinkles raining out from under his eyes when he turned away from looking at Vincent (again, he was afraid that he couldn’t contain his self).
“Don't you think you’re the one who doesn't even have the slightest clue, Vincent Lee? Of the gravity that ‘someday’ you’re talking about had brought upon me? ‘Oh, it’s alright, someday Vince will be back he was just confused being kissed by a drunken man,’ ‘ah it’ll be fine someday, Vince will understand he’ll forgive me,’ ‘Vince is there at home I’m sure someday he’ll answer my call and say everything is all right,’ ‘it’ll be fine ‘cause though I can't live without him he can live without me and someday-’”
He took a deep breath, stared at the ceiling, holding his tears in and when he failed to do so, he quickly wiped them with his sleeves. Vincent looked at him with an expression that he thought he had seen years ago when he got into a fight at school just because some stupid kids were calling him fag and Kyuhyun stood up for him because he knew Vincent’s not.
“ ‘-someday he’ll smile at me and he’ll let me and thank me for telling him that I love him, even though he won't be saying it back to me.’ That, Vince, is the gravity of what you’ve just promised me about that ‘someday’.”
-
It was the final call to board on the train when I saw the two of them, standing alongside the crowd that was waving and cheering and crying and laughing outside the window. Sungmin’s mother and his brother were kneeling, heads almost touching the ground as they bent with hands on their thighs. I looked at Sungmin, and he was trying hard to not to meet my gaze, just as how he refused to do so with the people outside.
But I could feel his hand in mine, gripping as tightly as he could, tight enough to the point where I thought our hands were actually one. “Never let go,” he whispered, as he mumbled into my chest, breathing heavily. I hummed, and looked outside the window next to my right again. They were still there, still kneeling, and Sungmin’s mother still refused to rise her head up. And then his brother bowed again, mouthing something with his tears flowing - something that I understood perfectly even without him trying to explain,
Please take care of him.
“Is she crying?”
“Who is?”
Tighter, much tighter.
“Mother.”
I nodded, and turned to his face. Sungmin’s eyes were red.
“I don't want to let you go.”
“I know.”
“But mother and brother; father will never let them go.”
“I’m afraid I, too, am perfectly sure of that.”
Sungmin looked up and into my eyes and that was when I realised that this dream we were trying to live won't be happening.
“I’m sorry,” he said while kissing my hands, I could feel his tears sliding down my palms and fingers. “I’m sorry, my love. I truly am.”
“I know, I understand.” I tucked my hands slowly behind his ears, pulling his face closer, and planted a kiss on his forehead. And on his small nose. And on his cold, shivering lips.
“I won't let you go, I promise,” I told him.
I watched him running out from the coach towards his two most important persons - apparently it wasn't me - as the train took me further away from the station.
Sungmin turned around, and waved at me. With a smile on his face, he waved and mouthed an ‘I won't let go, too’ and tightened his hug on a small, transparent jar with the fishes that we promised to keep when we found our dream house. The fishes that we caught together at the stream we first shared our kisses.
I laughed with the tears in my eyes, and I saw his tears too, as his two most important persons hugged him and cried on his shoulders, and the train was taking me away from my hometown.
I never return, because it hurts when you know your precious one is so near around you, yet you could never have them inside your arms.
-
“It’s quiet now that everything has over.” Ahra sat down next to him when he was watching the night news with the watermelon she chopped (more like smashed) earlier in the kitchen and offered him a slice.
“Yeah, it is,” Vincent replied mindlessly, his eyes kept on focusing onto the television in front of him. Ahra coughed heedfully and Vincent finally cocked his head to look at her (which took him more than eight minutes and that left Ahra’s throat already dry enough she couldn’t even cough anymore).
“Are you okay? Had the cough syrup? You shouldn’t eat cold fruits like this you know.” Ahra chuckled, pinched his cheek and smiled. Vincent was left dumbfounded.
“If I were Kyuhyun, you’d be running to the medicine closet and stuff the syrup down my throat.”
Vincent turned away and giggled, “What’s this, all of a sudden?”
“Nothing, just saying.”
Vincent picked up the remote and turned the television off. “Not funny. Come on, you’ve got something on your mind, haven’t you?”
Ahra rubbed her nose, nibbled on the sweet melon and looked elsewhere (Vincent realised then that these two siblings were just the same when they’re nervous) and Vincent finally pulled her hands and made her focused only on him. “What is it, noona? You’ve been acting so weird since yesterday.”
“You know I sent Kyuhyun to the train station last night, right?” Vincent’s grip on her wrists loosened, and he nodded. Ahra sighed.
“I envy you; you actually have the guts to make my annoying little brother to cry like a little brat.” Vincent didn't utter a word, and his hands were now pinching the watermelon seeds that he spat out earlier onto the newspapers spread on the table. Ahra leant in towards him, and stared.
“I want a husband, Vincent. Not just a companion when I am lonely or a protector when I feel I’m in danger. I want someone who loves me -”
“I do love you!”
Ahra laughed, and picked up a bottle of soju from the leftover of the wedding’s dinner night, gulped it all down in one shot and let out a heavy, satisfied sigh.
“Ahra, don't do this. We’re getting married in less than a year! What would mother think about this?”
“I’m the one whom you are going to marry, not mother. And you don't love me enough to marry me, darling.” She pulled his collar roughly and planted a deep kiss on his lips, and Vincent moaned, reluctantly receiving the kiss. Ahra smiled across his lips, and whispered;
“Can't you at least pretend to like this one last kiss?”
-
To be rushing off to office right after he arrived in Seoul and hadn’t had the chance to go home until three days after that wasn't really a nice way to start his week of working, so Kyuhyun was a little bit grumpy when he received a call from home by his mother, reporting to him in a panicky voice that his sister was missing the moment his work assignment was finished and he was on his way imagining what a good feeling to be lying inside his messy room on his queen-sized bed (though the sheet might need a little bit of cleaning).
“You know, mother, she’s almost thirty, in some cases thirty is a sufficient age for her to even have grandchildren. I don't think you should make such a fuss out of this.”
“But she’s getting married, Kyuhyun! You know how they say about people that are getting married? They’re exposed to bad luck very easily they could even die!” his heart felt a sudden pinch and though he could not breathe, as in literally, he still tried his best not to make his mother worried with his change of tone in talking.
“In six months’ time, mother. If she’s going to die, she could’ve died in that six months till her big day. Anyway, why don't you-” he stopped talking and cursed under his breath when his front door bell was ringing. And he cursed again when it was his sister who was standing right in front of him as he swung the door open.
He bid her goodbye when Ahra gave him the signs to not to expose to their mother that she was there, and slammed the door loudly after Ahra walked in.
“Explain why I have to be bothered of my sleep with you immaturity and childish act when I am supposed to have a nice pillow inside my arms and a bed underneath my tired body.” Ahra who had invited herself for a drink from inside Kyuhyun’s (almost empty) fridge grimaced and threw a cushion from his couch straight into his face, which he didn't (trying to not to be) bother to pick up.
“Oh admit it, you’re actually welcoming my presence in here, don't you, you lonely dickhead?”
“A teacher shouldn’t be using vulgar expressions like that, you witch. Now seriously, what happened?” he asked calmly as he sat next to Ahra and crossed his legs, before crushing his backbone hard onto the squeaky leather couch.
“Vincent cheated on me.”
“He did what?”
Ahra smiled, and hugged Kyuhyun’s left arm before resting her head on his shoulder.
“I said my future husband was cheating on me.”
-
Vincent rubbed his temples, coughed a little, and laughed. Right now he thought that these siblings are so similar yet so different that he could not help but to wonder why was it that he could only fall in love with one of them, and it was the one who has the same gender as he is.
“You thought of everything about me, but you never think of me, have you, Vincent?” was what Ahra told him the night before she disappeared. Somehow, he wondered if Ahra always had the same mind like his little brother, because just like when they were small and Vincent was just a new kid in town and they were the first friends he made, Ahra would always agree to every games Kyuhyun suggested for, claiming that she was thinking of the same game too, and that Kyuhyun had always copying her - and she said of the same thing Kyuhyun had said the night before.
“I wished you were thinking of me, not just about me, Vince.”
“Sungsang-nim! Were you listening?” Jinki, the class monitor with a pair of big glasses and a neat-combed dark brown hair were shaking his shoulders, and Vincent looked up in front. He could see the wondering faces of his students about whether he had fallen asleep while teaching or were just thinking during the silent twenty minutes earlier of their class.
“Huh? What?”
It took the boy another few seconds to repeat what he had been saying to the, apparently, exhausted teacher, and probably brought up another disaster to himself as a minute after that, Vincent dashed out from the classroom and left the boy to handle the class which was not really a good choice when the kids were done with their lunch and were too full and energetic to calm down.
Maybe the run was worth it, or maybe it wasn't, because the one who was standing right before him once he reached the office’s door was that only someone whom he missed yet he wanted to see the less right now.
“Is it your life mission, Vincent Lee, to break and crush every single heart inside the Cho family?”
And probably the fist that came with that question was the real thing that he expected the most.
-
He never returned.
Since the day we parted, he never returned. I wrote him letters every week, I sent him cards every birthday he celebrated, but he never replied.
I wondered if he remembered me, if he missed me, if I am still the one he held most dear to his heart. I wanted to keep on holding, I wanted to believe, I wanted to tell him that even if there wasn't any chance for us to be together, I wanted him to know that no matter who I kissed, no matter who I held in my arms, no matter who I married;
He was the only one that I can hold dear inside my heart. That even if I was the first one to let go of his hand, I could never let him go.
I wished he understand. I really wanted him to understand.
And I know you want the same thing too, right?
“I thought you could at least hold that much of a punch, you sissy.” He could only see Kyuhyun’s back part as he was twisting the wet towel he had in his hand at the preparation table on his right. Vincent laughed, and took off the cooling pad from his left cheek but Kyuhyun pulled away his hand.
“Don't take it off. You want to go back to class with a face like that?”
“Who was it that makes my face look like this in the first place? Anyway I wanted to ask this before you pull the soul out of my body again; have you seen Ahra? She left a few days ago, didn't come to work and-” Kyuhyun pulled out the spare chair from underneath the bed, sat down, and held vincent’s hands tight.
“Look, Vince, I can forget everything that happened between us. I mean, I’ve already started. I, I stopped hoping for your call or for you to suddenly appear in front of my door or for you to say anything that I wished you had said-”
“Only after a few days?” Vincent asked, even though he wasn't really thinking about the question that came out from his mouth then. Kyuhyun gritted his teeth, and held Vincent’s hands tighter, that if someone was sitting near them at that time, he would probably heard the squeaking sound when the two skin collided. Vincent wanted to pull away, but it was then when their gazes met he felt as if he was standing on a sea of jelly and sinking. Kyuhyun’s tear was, surprisingly, able to make him weak.
“At the very least, I wished I could, but you see, I’m still trying. I know I’m in no stand to say this since I’m not a good brother, but please, don't make my sister cry. I beg of you, please don't let her live miserably. She loves you; I can see that inside her eyes. I’ve always seen that since we’re young. She’s been in love with you since, I don't know, since we reached puberty, perhaps? Well the point here is she loves you so much that I won't let you go if you ever make her cry again.”
Vincent laughed again, not because of what Kyuhyun had said, but because everything now had make sense to him. How everyone was actually aware of everything, and how everyone refused to acknowledge of everything they were aware of.
He looked up from the shivering hands that were holding his, to the face that was staring at the floor in front of him. When was it he wondered, that Kyuhyun started to be so sincere, so affirming yet so innocent about his love towards him? Was it when he was still acting like a best friend’s wingman, hiding some love letters from the girls under Kyuhyun’s desk so that he would figure them out the next day, only to finally told him that he won't be having any girlfriends during high school so that he wouldn’t have to choose between his best friend and girls? If that so, then Vincent must’ve been really cruel to do that to someone he claimed to love with all his might (though he never let Kyuhyun know that).
“I’m sorry, Kyuhyun, but I have to make her cry.” Kyuhyun lifted his head up, brow twitched, face dumbfounded. Vincent giggled, and said, “It’s been a while since I saw that amazing stupefied face” before he leant forward and captured Kyuhyun’s dry lips with his wet, cut ones.
“Why?” Kyuhyun asked. “I don't understand.”
“Me neither, but just take it as I don't want you to let me go, perhaps?”
-
“Please let me be with Kyuhyun, sir.” He bowed, head almost reaching the floor, and Kyuhyun’s father was looking at him with interest. Ahra’s face turned sour, and her mother stopped midway from putting the glass of tea she had in her hand onto the table.
“What are you saying, Vince? You’ve always been with Kyuhyun all this time. Why so sudden?”
Vincent sat up straight; eyes were looking straight into the old man’s. He needed to do this, or he would lose his chance. He needed to tell him straight before everything else. Because he wanted Kyuhyun to be his, and this was the initial stage. If the base of the relationship they were going to build wasn't strong enough, wouldn’t it be dangerous to move forward? Because if they did move forward than what they were right now, oh how he wished they wouldn’t have to be halt midway and forced to look back behind.
“That, I fully realised. But what I’m trying to say is-”
Kyuhyun’s father raised up a hand, and cocked away from looking into his face, as if he was disgusted, as if Vincent was a piece of dirt inside his house; unwanted and ignored. All of a sudden, he hoped that the old man won't be looking at Kyuhyun later with that face. Oh he really wished he hadn’t come.
“Vincent, a relationship between men will always be friendship and brotherhood. They can never be more than that. Do I make myself clear?”
Somehow, Vincent thought that he had lost even though the fight had just begun.
“Yes, sir. Perfectly.”
-
How I wished to tell him that he was the most important one for me, that if I had another choice, I would ignore my family, and gone together with him. That even after that, in no matter what decision I made, he had always been in my thoughts, and I could never put this regret inside my heart to rest.
How I wished I had the last chance to tell him that I love him before I closed my eyes.
-
“I’m sorry. I tried to, but I can't. I’m really sorry, mother.” Somehow this felt as if he was back to nine years ago, when Kyuhyun’s father was still around and he was just a kid learning how to live inside this world. A sincere one that thought everything has to be perfect for a perfect life ahead.
“Are you an idiot?” the old lady sniggered, and slapped his shoulder. She then pulled her own son’s ear down and forced him to kneel next to Vincent.
“Now we’re perfect. If only Kyuhyun were here too the last time you kneel down like this, Vince, then father would never be so stubborn.”
“You’re not angry?” Vincent asked, as soon as his head were lifted, and his gaze met the old lady’s soft face. She shook her head, and pulled him up. “I did. In fact I was so angry that I was unable to say anything, and Ahra had to calm me down.”
She took a glance towards her son, and smiled. “But then I realised, that I was angry for nothing. I realised that Kyuhyun never frowns around you, and whenever he’s sad, you’ll always be there for him. So I guess ah, no matter who he is with, as long as my son is happy, then I am relieved. So Vincent, just forget what father said, it’s been so long. And he’s not even around anymore. Forget everything that stops you, and maybe you’re not destined for Ahra but please, make my son happy. That’s all I can ask from you.”
He blinked as soon as he heard someone was calling his name from a distance.
“Who are you thinking about now? Ahra again? I’ve been calling for you since ten minutes ago.” A pair of arms was crawling from behind him, and warm breath crept up from part of his nape to the back of his ear. Vincent giggled, said “I’m sorry,” and turned around. Kyuhyun’s dark orbs were pulling him inside even deeper than what they should have done.
“I was just reminiscing. Of the decisions I made before.” Kyuhyun pulled him in closer to his bare chest, and their naked skins slide against each other underneath the thick blanket. Kyuhyun kissed his collarbones, and bit his chin.
“You mean those stupid decisions that made us separated for almost ten years? Oh yeah you should be reminiscing about them while we’re making love like this.” he pulled Vincent’s body so that he would be facing him and crouched above his velvety built like a hungry tiger, putting possibly every kisses he had onto that one body he loved so much that it probably hurt even just to talk about how much love he had. Hands crawled from the chest downwards, and Vincent flinched as soon as Kyuhyun’s fingers were tickling his waist.
“Oh stop that! You know I can't stand it!” he laughed, and tried to push Kyuhyun away, only to be pulled together as Kyuhyun fell down the bed and made Vincent to be on top of him.
It was the sunlight that came through the blinds that illuminated Vincent’s pale skin that made Kyuhyun felt like crying, and of the fact that now, finally after all these years of Vincent feigning ignorance towards his feelings while he tried his hardest not to give up (which paid off the best price he could ever imagined) he finally had Vincent inside his arms. Just him alone.
“You know, when we were apart, there has never been a day I haven’t imagined of having you inside my arms like this.” he tightened his arms around vincent’s waist, and pulled him in for a kiss.
“Really?” Vincent asked playfully, smiling across his lips, and initiated another kiss, so deep and needy.
“Yeah. And when I decided to give up, I thought it’s going to be enough just to live you up in my imagination.” He kissed Vincent’s cheek, and nibbled the end of his nose as gentle as a kitten.
“Pervert.”
“I know you’d say that. So I guess it’s a good thing I didn't give up.”
-
“Sungmin-ah!”
Kyuhyun eyes widened at the sound of the name being called, and they got even wider at the sight of Vincent running towards an old man and happily pulled him into an embrace. It took him a few moments of speaking in a perfectly different language (duh, it’s English) and a plentiful of smiling before he realised that his boyfriend was a few steps away from them and he had to pull him towards where the old man was standing.
“Kyuhyun, this is my grandpa.” The old man was, somehow, looked as if he was anticipating the meeting with his grandchild’s lover from a long time ago. He then grabbed the hand that Kyuhyun held out without any meaning to, and laughed while hugging the tall lad.
“So you’re Kyuhyun, huh? My name is Marcus Lee.” Vincent punched the old man’s shoulder lightly, and asked sarcastically, “Oh come on, when you started to use your English name, grandpa? You know what, Kyuhyun? I told him that you have the same name as he is, so that’s why he kept on practising introducing himself with his English name.”
“What do you mean?” though he probably had guessed the answer correctly in his head, Kyuhyun didn't have any attention to save any energy for a confirmation on this.
“My real name is Lee Kyuhyun, Mr. Cho Kyuhyun. So now you know about it, let’s quickly go to your sister’s wedding. I don't want to any of us to miss it. I heard her groom is your colleague, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is. Kim Ryeowook is his name.”
They were pulling the old man’s luggage when Kyuhyun grabbed Vincent’s arm and let the Lee Kyuhyun to admire the modern Korean in front of him.
“Hey, I wanna ask you something.”
“Yeah?”
“Why Sungmin?” Vincent pinched his shoulder, and Kyuhyun yelped. “Oh now you’re making fun of my girly name, huh?”
“No I didn't mean it that way! In fact, it’s a beautiful name. It just that, lately I’ve been dreaming of someone with the same name, so this is kind like a surprise to me. Don’t get me wrong! It’s a nice surprise, I mean...”
“Oh cut it out! Well, I don't know it myself.”
Kyuhyun stopped walking, and Vincent started to panic whether to follow his grandfather’s shockingly fast steps or Kyuhyun’s childish act.
“Well, grandpa gave this name to me when I was born. Daddy said that this name belongs to his first love. Now that you mentioned it, wasn't your grandpa had Sung-something as his name, too? Ah, grandpa not too fast! Kyuhyun come on, or we’ll lose him here! He’s such a bratty old man, like you, did you know that??” and Vincent left him to chase the laughing old man from behind.
Kyuhyun smiled, and chuckled.
He then ran forward and grabbed the luggage inside Vincent’s hands, and walked side by side with the old man, telling him that;
“There’s a beautiful pond behind our house, and the carps in there are very healthy. I really want to show them to you.”
-End-
But he just had a call from his partner at assignments, the petite cameraman Kim Ryeowook, precisely at seven in the morning, telling him that they needed to cover a story on a particular scandal of this some and some artist and it couldn’t wait till he finishes his leaves. “I don't do literature as in literally, man, so you should know I won't help you with this other than some nice hot paparazzi-ish pictures,” he chided, Kyuhyun could hear his hands were busy rearranging the lenses and he could imagine how Ryeowook would do that with the precious collections he own which he showed to Kyuhyun since the first day they were assigned together as partners.
“Roger that. Be back there around tonight, though I’m not so sure if I can get through the old folks here without being baked alive.”
“What? They’re forcing a girl on you? You’re getting married?”
Kim Ryeowook is, surprisingly even with his dumb-looking nature and the facial expressions that say ‘I don't give a damn’, actually someone with a superhuman kind of instinct. So that’s why Kyuhyun wouldn’t want to talk about anything to him (especially him being gay for Vincent) but apparently he just did about three years ago under the influence of overly consumed soju and a happy heart because he just had been told by his mom that Vincent was home, Vincent was alive, and Vincent wasn't talking about hating him or such, and Kyuhyun just couldn’t help it but be happy. And being happy meant that he need to tell it to someone, and the straightforward Kim Ryeowook who was also having a confused heart with Kim Jongwoon’s confession and stalkish behaviour in the office was the perfect (only) candidate he could have resorted to.
“Nice guess there, but apparently it’s not me. It’s my sister.” Ryeowook sighed on the other side of the line, and Kyuhyun chuckled. “Sorry Wookie, you’re out from the list.”
“Well maybe it is already the time where I should consider that Jongwoon after all. Who knows being gay might have some benefits after all, right? Anyways, who’s your brother-in-law going to be?” silence. Kyuhyun were thinking about the right answer for the wrong question but then he figured that it wasn't a wrong question at all, though Ryeowook had already found out the answer itself.
“Is it... that best friend you’ve been talking about?”
Kyuhyun was hoping for a lightning to strike mysteriously at his mobile phone (or simply at him) so that he’d have an excuse for not going back or not answering the question asked innocently by the man with a high-pitched voice over the line, but apparently God still loved him at the moment and wanted him to live (suffer) until the wedding (perhaps?).
“What if it is him?”
“Congratulation!” he said, voice sounded so innocent so pure (so fucking annoying) and Kyuhyun grunted, “Oh my fucking god, Kim fucking Ryeowook you’re such a fucking insensitive bastard.” Kyuhyun never knew that he could use more than one fucking word in one line. But somehow, today he just felt like cursing.
-
“Can't you stay a little bit longer?” Kyuhyun wished he hadn’t turned around when he hear that voice but apparently his brain was trained to never (ever) ignore the soft vibration that flowed from Vincent’s pretty lips that he was left cursing his reflexes two seconds later. Hands clenching by his sides, he turned away from Vincent’s hopeful face and replied that he got works to do and he couldn’t help it and he needed to be there as soon as possible and Vincent just understand that he didn't want to be at home anymore.
“When I called you last time, your mother was so happy you know? She made your favourite dishes wasn't she? Because you’ve been away for too long and-”
“What can I do?” Kyuhyun cut in, voice sounded monotonously. His hands were still busy packing (stuffing) his clothes and things, not that he brought home that much anyway, into the brown luggage he had with unnecessary attention so that he wouldn’t turn around again and lose his control (he thought he might jump on Vincent anytime he saw him again now).
“If I don't go back, I’ll lose my job.” Liar, he cursed his self. It’s not like his editor couldn’t find any other reporter than him, this kind of stupid cat-and-mouse chase of a stupid but rising hot artist could be left at the hands of that sassy reporter Kim Heechul to be messed up on.
Vincent bit his lower lip, and nodded. There was something that he wanted to ask, Kyuhyun could feel it. The way he blinked his eyes, the way his lips trembled, the way he looked at Kyuhyun but not really looking straight into his eyes, oh Kyuhyun knew him so well for him to miss any little details of Vincent’s nervousness. So finally when he decided that he didn't want to be trapped in deeper inside these mixed up feelings of being together with Vincent in a room but couldn’t do anything, he put down the clothes he was stuffing inside his luggage for a while, and turned to face the silent man next to him.
“What is it, Vince? I wouldn’t know what you’re thinking if you don't speak.” Vincent swallowed the lump in his throat and mumbled something.
“I never knew mumbling is a way of communication.”
Vincent flinched, even though Kyuhyun didn't make any move at all. Five minutes of silence which was not favourable to Kyuhyun at all and he sighed. “It seems like you don't actually have anything to say to me, do you? So can you please-”
“You won’t be there at the wedding, will you?” Kyuhyun’s lips twitched, wanting to say ‘yes I will be there, so don't you worry and just get on with your life’ but apparently he felt that it would be impossible. This Vincent Lee was able to read through him from the start.
“You don't want me to be there?” he asked nerveless, hands in pockets, eyes roaming around the room (but not Vincent’s face).
“You know that’s not it.”
“That is it. Or else you won't be running away from me nine years ago.”
“You don't understand! I had to do it!” Vincent said half-shouting, sprung onto Kyuhyun and grabbed his shoulders, eyes looking so intensified so worried - so mesmerizing. Kyuhyun’s brow knitted, breath started to scatter.
“Then make me.”
He wished for Vincent to keep on holding him like that, looking at him like that, be near him like that and never let him go, but Vincent loose his grips and took one step away from him.
“Someday, someday you will.”
Kyuhyun laughed, left hand on his head, scratching without any meaning to. He wasn't really sure whether he was laughing or crying, but he was pretty convinced that there were some small sprinkles raining out from under his eyes when he turned away from looking at Vincent (again, he was afraid that he couldn’t contain his self).
“Don't you think you’re the one who doesn't even have the slightest clue, Vincent Lee? Of the gravity that ‘someday’ you’re talking about had brought upon me? ‘Oh, it’s alright, someday Vince will be back he was just confused being kissed by a drunken man,’ ‘ah it’ll be fine someday, Vince will understand he’ll forgive me,’ ‘Vince is there at home I’m sure someday he’ll answer my call and say everything is all right,’ ‘it’ll be fine ‘cause though I can't live without him he can live without me and someday-’”
He took a deep breath, stared at the ceiling, holding his tears in and when he failed to do so, he quickly wiped them with his sleeves. Vincent looked at him with an expression that he thought he had seen years ago when he got into a fight at school just because some stupid kids were calling him fag and Kyuhyun stood up for him because he knew Vincent’s not.
“ ‘-someday he’ll smile at me and he’ll let me and thank me for telling him that I love him, even though he won't be saying it back to me.’ That, Vince, is the gravity of what you’ve just promised me about that ‘someday’.”
-
It was the final call to board on the train when I saw the two of them, standing alongside the crowd that was waving and cheering and crying and laughing outside the window. Sungmin’s mother and his brother were kneeling, heads almost touching the ground as they bent with hands on their thighs. I looked at Sungmin, and he was trying hard to not to meet my gaze, just as how he refused to do so with the people outside.
But I could feel his hand in mine, gripping as tightly as he could, tight enough to the point where I thought our hands were actually one. “Never let go,” he whispered, as he mumbled into my chest, breathing heavily. I hummed, and looked outside the window next to my right again. They were still there, still kneeling, and Sungmin’s mother still refused to rise her head up. And then his brother bowed again, mouthing something with his tears flowing - something that I understood perfectly even without him trying to explain,
Please take care of him.
“Is she crying?”
“Who is?”
Tighter, much tighter.
“Mother.”
I nodded, and turned to his face. Sungmin’s eyes were red.
“I don't want to let you go.”
“I know.”
“But mother and brother; father will never let them go.”
“I’m afraid I, too, am perfectly sure of that.”
Sungmin looked up and into my eyes and that was when I realised that this dream we were trying to live won't be happening.
“I’m sorry,” he said while kissing my hands, I could feel his tears sliding down my palms and fingers. “I’m sorry, my love. I truly am.”
“I know, I understand.” I tucked my hands slowly behind his ears, pulling his face closer, and planted a kiss on his forehead. And on his small nose. And on his cold, shivering lips.
“I won't let you go, I promise,” I told him.
I watched him running out from the coach towards his two most important persons - apparently it wasn't me - as the train took me further away from the station.
Sungmin turned around, and waved at me. With a smile on his face, he waved and mouthed an ‘I won't let go, too’ and tightened his hug on a small, transparent jar with the fishes that we promised to keep when we found our dream house. The fishes that we caught together at the stream we first shared our kisses.
I laughed with the tears in my eyes, and I saw his tears too, as his two most important persons hugged him and cried on his shoulders, and the train was taking me away from my hometown.
I never return, because it hurts when you know your precious one is so near around you, yet you could never have them inside your arms.
-
“It’s quiet now that everything has over.” Ahra sat down next to him when he was watching the night news with the watermelon she chopped (more like smashed) earlier in the kitchen and offered him a slice.
“Yeah, it is,” Vincent replied mindlessly, his eyes kept on focusing onto the television in front of him. Ahra coughed heedfully and Vincent finally cocked his head to look at her (which took him more than eight minutes and that left Ahra’s throat already dry enough she couldn’t even cough anymore).
“Are you okay? Had the cough syrup? You shouldn’t eat cold fruits like this you know.” Ahra chuckled, pinched his cheek and smiled. Vincent was left dumbfounded.
“If I were Kyuhyun, you’d be running to the medicine closet and stuff the syrup down my throat.”
Vincent turned away and giggled, “What’s this, all of a sudden?”
“Nothing, just saying.”
Vincent picked up the remote and turned the television off. “Not funny. Come on, you’ve got something on your mind, haven’t you?”
Ahra rubbed her nose, nibbled on the sweet melon and looked elsewhere (Vincent realised then that these two siblings were just the same when they’re nervous) and Vincent finally pulled her hands and made her focused only on him. “What is it, noona? You’ve been acting so weird since yesterday.”
“You know I sent Kyuhyun to the train station last night, right?” Vincent’s grip on her wrists loosened, and he nodded. Ahra sighed.
“I envy you; you actually have the guts to make my annoying little brother to cry like a little brat.” Vincent didn't utter a word, and his hands were now pinching the watermelon seeds that he spat out earlier onto the newspapers spread on the table. Ahra leant in towards him, and stared.
“I want a husband, Vincent. Not just a companion when I am lonely or a protector when I feel I’m in danger. I want someone who loves me -”
“I do love you!”
Ahra laughed, and picked up a bottle of soju from the leftover of the wedding’s dinner night, gulped it all down in one shot and let out a heavy, satisfied sigh.
“Ahra, don't do this. We’re getting married in less than a year! What would mother think about this?”
“I’m the one whom you are going to marry, not mother. And you don't love me enough to marry me, darling.” She pulled his collar roughly and planted a deep kiss on his lips, and Vincent moaned, reluctantly receiving the kiss. Ahra smiled across his lips, and whispered;
“Can't you at least pretend to like this one last kiss?”
-
To be rushing off to office right after he arrived in Seoul and hadn’t had the chance to go home until three days after that wasn't really a nice way to start his week of working, so Kyuhyun was a little bit grumpy when he received a call from home by his mother, reporting to him in a panicky voice that his sister was missing the moment his work assignment was finished and he was on his way imagining what a good feeling to be lying inside his messy room on his queen-sized bed (though the sheet might need a little bit of cleaning).
“You know, mother, she’s almost thirty, in some cases thirty is a sufficient age for her to even have grandchildren. I don't think you should make such a fuss out of this.”
“But she’s getting married, Kyuhyun! You know how they say about people that are getting married? They’re exposed to bad luck very easily they could even die!” his heart felt a sudden pinch and though he could not breathe, as in literally, he still tried his best not to make his mother worried with his change of tone in talking.
“In six months’ time, mother. If she’s going to die, she could’ve died in that six months till her big day. Anyway, why don't you-” he stopped talking and cursed under his breath when his front door bell was ringing. And he cursed again when it was his sister who was standing right in front of him as he swung the door open.
He bid her goodbye when Ahra gave him the signs to not to expose to their mother that she was there, and slammed the door loudly after Ahra walked in.
“Explain why I have to be bothered of my sleep with you immaturity and childish act when I am supposed to have a nice pillow inside my arms and a bed underneath my tired body.” Ahra who had invited herself for a drink from inside Kyuhyun’s (almost empty) fridge grimaced and threw a cushion from his couch straight into his face, which he didn't (trying to not to be) bother to pick up.
“Oh admit it, you’re actually welcoming my presence in here, don't you, you lonely dickhead?”
“A teacher shouldn’t be using vulgar expressions like that, you witch. Now seriously, what happened?” he asked calmly as he sat next to Ahra and crossed his legs, before crushing his backbone hard onto the squeaky leather couch.
“Vincent cheated on me.”
“He did what?”
Ahra smiled, and hugged Kyuhyun’s left arm before resting her head on his shoulder.
“I said my future husband was cheating on me.”
-
Vincent rubbed his temples, coughed a little, and laughed. Right now he thought that these siblings are so similar yet so different that he could not help but to wonder why was it that he could only fall in love with one of them, and it was the one who has the same gender as he is.
“You thought of everything about me, but you never think of me, have you, Vincent?” was what Ahra told him the night before she disappeared. Somehow, he wondered if Ahra always had the same mind like his little brother, because just like when they were small and Vincent was just a new kid in town and they were the first friends he made, Ahra would always agree to every games Kyuhyun suggested for, claiming that she was thinking of the same game too, and that Kyuhyun had always copying her - and she said of the same thing Kyuhyun had said the night before.
“I wished you were thinking of me, not just about me, Vince.”
“Sungsang-nim! Were you listening?” Jinki, the class monitor with a pair of big glasses and a neat-combed dark brown hair were shaking his shoulders, and Vincent looked up in front. He could see the wondering faces of his students about whether he had fallen asleep while teaching or were just thinking during the silent twenty minutes earlier of their class.
“Huh? What?”
It took the boy another few seconds to repeat what he had been saying to the, apparently, exhausted teacher, and probably brought up another disaster to himself as a minute after that, Vincent dashed out from the classroom and left the boy to handle the class which was not really a good choice when the kids were done with their lunch and were too full and energetic to calm down.
Maybe the run was worth it, or maybe it wasn't, because the one who was standing right before him once he reached the office’s door was that only someone whom he missed yet he wanted to see the less right now.
“Is it your life mission, Vincent Lee, to break and crush every single heart inside the Cho family?”
And probably the fist that came with that question was the real thing that he expected the most.
-
He never returned.
Since the day we parted, he never returned. I wrote him letters every week, I sent him cards every birthday he celebrated, but he never replied.
I wondered if he remembered me, if he missed me, if I am still the one he held most dear to his heart. I wanted to keep on holding, I wanted to believe, I wanted to tell him that even if there wasn't any chance for us to be together, I wanted him to know that no matter who I kissed, no matter who I held in my arms, no matter who I married;
He was the only one that I can hold dear inside my heart. That even if I was the first one to let go of his hand, I could never let him go.
I wished he understand. I really wanted him to understand.
And I know you want the same thing too, right?
“I thought you could at least hold that much of a punch, you sissy.” He could only see Kyuhyun’s back part as he was twisting the wet towel he had in his hand at the preparation table on his right. Vincent laughed, and took off the cooling pad from his left cheek but Kyuhyun pulled away his hand.
“Don't take it off. You want to go back to class with a face like that?”
“Who was it that makes my face look like this in the first place? Anyway I wanted to ask this before you pull the soul out of my body again; have you seen Ahra? She left a few days ago, didn't come to work and-” Kyuhyun pulled out the spare chair from underneath the bed, sat down, and held vincent’s hands tight.
“Look, Vince, I can forget everything that happened between us. I mean, I’ve already started. I, I stopped hoping for your call or for you to suddenly appear in front of my door or for you to say anything that I wished you had said-”
“Only after a few days?” Vincent asked, even though he wasn't really thinking about the question that came out from his mouth then. Kyuhyun gritted his teeth, and held Vincent’s hands tighter, that if someone was sitting near them at that time, he would probably heard the squeaking sound when the two skin collided. Vincent wanted to pull away, but it was then when their gazes met he felt as if he was standing on a sea of jelly and sinking. Kyuhyun’s tear was, surprisingly, able to make him weak.
“At the very least, I wished I could, but you see, I’m still trying. I know I’m in no stand to say this since I’m not a good brother, but please, don't make my sister cry. I beg of you, please don't let her live miserably. She loves you; I can see that inside her eyes. I’ve always seen that since we’re young. She’s been in love with you since, I don't know, since we reached puberty, perhaps? Well the point here is she loves you so much that I won't let you go if you ever make her cry again.”
Vincent laughed again, not because of what Kyuhyun had said, but because everything now had make sense to him. How everyone was actually aware of everything, and how everyone refused to acknowledge of everything they were aware of.
He looked up from the shivering hands that were holding his, to the face that was staring at the floor in front of him. When was it he wondered, that Kyuhyun started to be so sincere, so affirming yet so innocent about his love towards him? Was it when he was still acting like a best friend’s wingman, hiding some love letters from the girls under Kyuhyun’s desk so that he would figure them out the next day, only to finally told him that he won't be having any girlfriends during high school so that he wouldn’t have to choose between his best friend and girls? If that so, then Vincent must’ve been really cruel to do that to someone he claimed to love with all his might (though he never let Kyuhyun know that).
“I’m sorry, Kyuhyun, but I have to make her cry.” Kyuhyun lifted his head up, brow twitched, face dumbfounded. Vincent giggled, and said, “It’s been a while since I saw that amazing stupefied face” before he leant forward and captured Kyuhyun’s dry lips with his wet, cut ones.
“Why?” Kyuhyun asked. “I don't understand.”
“Me neither, but just take it as I don't want you to let me go, perhaps?”
-
“Please let me be with Kyuhyun, sir.” He bowed, head almost reaching the floor, and Kyuhyun’s father was looking at him with interest. Ahra’s face turned sour, and her mother stopped midway from putting the glass of tea she had in her hand onto the table.
“What are you saying, Vince? You’ve always been with Kyuhyun all this time. Why so sudden?”
Vincent sat up straight; eyes were looking straight into the old man’s. He needed to do this, or he would lose his chance. He needed to tell him straight before everything else. Because he wanted Kyuhyun to be his, and this was the initial stage. If the base of the relationship they were going to build wasn't strong enough, wouldn’t it be dangerous to move forward? Because if they did move forward than what they were right now, oh how he wished they wouldn’t have to be halt midway and forced to look back behind.
“That, I fully realised. But what I’m trying to say is-”
Kyuhyun’s father raised up a hand, and cocked away from looking into his face, as if he was disgusted, as if Vincent was a piece of dirt inside his house; unwanted and ignored. All of a sudden, he hoped that the old man won't be looking at Kyuhyun later with that face. Oh he really wished he hadn’t come.
“Vincent, a relationship between men will always be friendship and brotherhood. They can never be more than that. Do I make myself clear?”
Somehow, Vincent thought that he had lost even though the fight had just begun.
“Yes, sir. Perfectly.”
-
How I wished to tell him that he was the most important one for me, that if I had another choice, I would ignore my family, and gone together with him. That even after that, in no matter what decision I made, he had always been in my thoughts, and I could never put this regret inside my heart to rest.
How I wished I had the last chance to tell him that I love him before I closed my eyes.
-
“I’m sorry. I tried to, but I can't. I’m really sorry, mother.” Somehow this felt as if he was back to nine years ago, when Kyuhyun’s father was still around and he was just a kid learning how to live inside this world. A sincere one that thought everything has to be perfect for a perfect life ahead.
“Are you an idiot?” the old lady sniggered, and slapped his shoulder. She then pulled her own son’s ear down and forced him to kneel next to Vincent.
“Now we’re perfect. If only Kyuhyun were here too the last time you kneel down like this, Vince, then father would never be so stubborn.”
“You’re not angry?” Vincent asked, as soon as his head were lifted, and his gaze met the old lady’s soft face. She shook her head, and pulled him up. “I did. In fact I was so angry that I was unable to say anything, and Ahra had to calm me down.”
She took a glance towards her son, and smiled. “But then I realised, that I was angry for nothing. I realised that Kyuhyun never frowns around you, and whenever he’s sad, you’ll always be there for him. So I guess ah, no matter who he is with, as long as my son is happy, then I am relieved. So Vincent, just forget what father said, it’s been so long. And he’s not even around anymore. Forget everything that stops you, and maybe you’re not destined for Ahra but please, make my son happy. That’s all I can ask from you.”
He blinked as soon as he heard someone was calling his name from a distance.
“Who are you thinking about now? Ahra again? I’ve been calling for you since ten minutes ago.” A pair of arms was crawling from behind him, and warm breath crept up from part of his nape to the back of his ear. Vincent giggled, said “I’m sorry,” and turned around. Kyuhyun’s dark orbs were pulling him inside even deeper than what they should have done.
“I was just reminiscing. Of the decisions I made before.” Kyuhyun pulled him in closer to his bare chest, and their naked skins slide against each other underneath the thick blanket. Kyuhyun kissed his collarbones, and bit his chin.
“You mean those stupid decisions that made us separated for almost ten years? Oh yeah you should be reminiscing about them while we’re making love like this.” he pulled Vincent’s body so that he would be facing him and crouched above his velvety built like a hungry tiger, putting possibly every kisses he had onto that one body he loved so much that it probably hurt even just to talk about how much love he had. Hands crawled from the chest downwards, and Vincent flinched as soon as Kyuhyun’s fingers were tickling his waist.
“Oh stop that! You know I can't stand it!” he laughed, and tried to push Kyuhyun away, only to be pulled together as Kyuhyun fell down the bed and made Vincent to be on top of him.
It was the sunlight that came through the blinds that illuminated Vincent’s pale skin that made Kyuhyun felt like crying, and of the fact that now, finally after all these years of Vincent feigning ignorance towards his feelings while he tried his hardest not to give up (which paid off the best price he could ever imagined) he finally had Vincent inside his arms. Just him alone.
“You know, when we were apart, there has never been a day I haven’t imagined of having you inside my arms like this.” he tightened his arms around vincent’s waist, and pulled him in for a kiss.
“Really?” Vincent asked playfully, smiling across his lips, and initiated another kiss, so deep and needy.
“Yeah. And when I decided to give up, I thought it’s going to be enough just to live you up in my imagination.” He kissed Vincent’s cheek, and nibbled the end of his nose as gentle as a kitten.
“Pervert.”
“I know you’d say that. So I guess it’s a good thing I didn't give up.”
-
“Sungmin-ah!”
Kyuhyun eyes widened at the sound of the name being called, and they got even wider at the sight of Vincent running towards an old man and happily pulled him into an embrace. It took him a few moments of speaking in a perfectly different language (duh, it’s English) and a plentiful of smiling before he realised that his boyfriend was a few steps away from them and he had to pull him towards where the old man was standing.
“Kyuhyun, this is my grandpa.” The old man was, somehow, looked as if he was anticipating the meeting with his grandchild’s lover from a long time ago. He then grabbed the hand that Kyuhyun held out without any meaning to, and laughed while hugging the tall lad.
“So you’re Kyuhyun, huh? My name is Marcus Lee.” Vincent punched the old man’s shoulder lightly, and asked sarcastically, “Oh come on, when you started to use your English name, grandpa? You know what, Kyuhyun? I told him that you have the same name as he is, so that’s why he kept on practising introducing himself with his English name.”
“What do you mean?” though he probably had guessed the answer correctly in his head, Kyuhyun didn't have any attention to save any energy for a confirmation on this.
“My real name is Lee Kyuhyun, Mr. Cho Kyuhyun. So now you know about it, let’s quickly go to your sister’s wedding. I don't want to any of us to miss it. I heard her groom is your colleague, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is. Kim Ryeowook is his name.”
They were pulling the old man’s luggage when Kyuhyun grabbed Vincent’s arm and let the Lee Kyuhyun to admire the modern Korean in front of him.
“Hey, I wanna ask you something.”
“Yeah?”
“Why Sungmin?” Vincent pinched his shoulder, and Kyuhyun yelped. “Oh now you’re making fun of my girly name, huh?”
“No I didn't mean it that way! In fact, it’s a beautiful name. It just that, lately I’ve been dreaming of someone with the same name, so this is kind like a surprise to me. Don’t get me wrong! It’s a nice surprise, I mean...”
“Oh cut it out! Well, I don't know it myself.”
Kyuhyun stopped walking, and Vincent started to panic whether to follow his grandfather’s shockingly fast steps or Kyuhyun’s childish act.
“Well, grandpa gave this name to me when I was born. Daddy said that this name belongs to his first love. Now that you mentioned it, wasn't your grandpa had Sung-something as his name, too? Ah, grandpa not too fast! Kyuhyun come on, or we’ll lose him here! He’s such a bratty old man, like you, did you know that??” and Vincent left him to chase the laughing old man from behind.
Kyuhyun smiled, and chuckled.
He then ran forward and grabbed the luggage inside Vincent’s hands, and walked side by side with the old man, telling him that;
“There’s a beautiful pond behind our house, and the carps in there are very healthy. I really want to show them to you.”
-End-