ftisland: price of love (part 2)
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Price of love
jonghun/hongki; nc-17 ≈ 5300
September is for the heartache to return.
PART 2
September 2012
The little clouds that took refuge in the sky were scattered by the sun’s rays. Jonghun’s short lashes were inadequate in pillowing the bright sunshine coming from the open curtains. A low grumble broke in his chest as he assessed his overly open bed. A bed that was designed for two only bedded one person, it was a great loss for such grand furniture but Jonghun could never throw it away and replace it with a single one. It felt as if this bed held all of those emotions, all those summer days that were spent in absolute lust and contentment.
Leave bed while you’re still craving its warmth, the words were carved in his head and they returned to him at every chance possible.
The sheets were messed up and even dislodged around one corner of the mattress. He couldn’t help that he moved a lot in his sleep. Restlessness during slumber was one of his incurable flaws. But since no one stayed over anymore since three years, Jonghun barely had to explain it to anyone.
He showered in a frenzy of soup and wandering arms, he pulled the scrubbing material over his skin hard enough until it glowered angrily at him. Still, he wasn’t satisfied; he continued to scald his skin with water after three more rounds of rose scented rose. Heck, he needs a new muscular smell in his bathroom; he didn’t throw the soup she left behind.
It’s September and it’s meaningless. Wait, no, it’s not. Her birthday is in ten days, he lazily inspected the hearts covering any space on that date in his calendar. Jonghun shouldn’t have let her into his house but last weekend was a rainy one and she insisted on borrowing a shirt to hide her tempting wet body. The shelter turned into her little chance to get intimately acquainted with him, and he wasn’t one to stop such entertainment.
It hadn’t been that quick either, Jonghun took his time studying her face, her made sure she yelled with pleasure at the right times, just like him-a cold whiff of air chilled him to the bone. Jonghun hated September. Why did he even agree to go out on a day such as this? All he wanted was to snuggle in bed and eat Doritos.
He knew she would be more than happy to spend a day indoors, she didn’t turn out to be such an outgoing girl, instead of discovering the skirts of every alley and shop in Korea, she preferred to spend the day exhausting her imagination while reading and listening to music. Just of Jonghun’s preference. He thought of handing her a special birthday present, a weekend in his bed. Now, he wasn’t that proud but thoughts of their first time warmed his inside. A soft tone rang next to his head and he dragged the cell phone from underneath the heap of three pillows.
“Don’t forget our date!” her text said.
It was half past ten and it was his day off, so, expectantly, she booked him for the day. Their plans weren’t that creative, a movie, and some shopping then sex in his bed.
Jonghun’s eyes shut as the warmth of his apartment dragged him to his couch. He was supposed to meet her, his grace, or so she liked to call herself, on twelve pm. He had plenty of time before they met so he spent the next hour digging some sort of entertainment in his closet. He knew he had some old video games, or maybe a DVD of some movie lying around in his dusty collection.
Instead, Jonghun began to strip down from his jacket and pants. He had a checkered black and grey shirt; the buttons were undone; hence revealing a snuggly white wife beater underneath. His boxers were yellow; they sagged around his thighs but were snuggly around the waist band. He hated these boxers but he couldn’t throw them out, they weren’t his.
December 2009
A sudden bark of laughter broke a long line of blush along Hongki’s cheekbones and to his ears and even his lips got redder. Jonghun didn’t stop laughing, he just couldn’t. He felt so amused, by the discovery of Hongki’s boxers.
His lover had been in the shower, getting ready for their long day of dates and while Jonghun was taking random pictures with his old fashioned camera, Hongki came out in hushed steps. Clad in nothing but that pair of old boxers, so yellow and obvious. Jonghun had never seen such a bright color, and the fact that they snuggled Hongki’s buttocks and his front down to his thighs got the dark haired boy choking on his laughter.
“Shut up,” he heard a soft grumble leave the pouting lips; the chuckles died and left behind a glimmer in his eyes and a smirk. Instead of beginning an argument about childish underwear, Jonghun eyed his boyfriend hungrily. A blinding camera flash went off that immediate second and Hongki scowl deepened.
“Delete that!” he swooped down at the armchair Jonghun occupied to get the camera but he realized that breaking the Polaroid camera wasn’t worth and gave up. Jonghun was too lazy to print out the pictures anyways.
He ended up seated on Jonghun’s thighs, his underwear stretched dangerously and audibly around his thighs and Jonghun’s grin settled beautifully on his face. Instead of making a snarky comment as usual, Jonghun let the camera fall to the ground as his hands slipped on the soft material of those yellow blinding boxers. They weren’t briefs but they looked so uncomfortable.
Hongki watched like a hawk as Jonghun’s lips parted and a slick tongue peeked to wet them. He groaned as the hands Jonghun’s hands warmed the inside of his thighs, which stretched the material until its painfully yellow color faltered.
The hands slipped out and took Hongki’s buttocks into them, as he pulled on Hongki’s ass, bringing him closer until Hongki’s breasts raised and fell right across Jonghun’s calm chest.
“I was fetching me some change too quickly I didn’t notice I had grabbed one pair of boxers, this one. It would be too much of a bother to go back to my place and get me another-”
Jonghun hushed the unjustified boy’s grumbling words with his lips. Jonghun’s eyes closed and his hands were warm on Hongki’s body. It was late-winter, December dying slowly around the corner but since it was midday, and the sky still warmed up the snowy window pane with its rays. The bright light coming from the opened curtains made everything Hongki lighter in colors. His wet hair curled around his pale face in a flaring red cloud-the color was a recent dye, his eyes hazel brown, with little dashes of dark brown and the glimmer of the whiteness. His lashes were long and framed his eyes snugly.
A soft moan broke from Hongki’s lips, a whimper followed as Jonghun’s lips pulled away from his. Jonghun smiled, smug but wasn’t harsh enough to tease for a long time so he pulled the boy’s lips into another long and deep kiss. When their mouths opened and their tongues played, their teeth clacked and they chuckled. Hongki’s taste was mixed with the sweet toothpaste and brash taste he had lingered in his mouth, Jonghun made sure to fill his senses with Hongki’s artificial sweetness until his grabby hands almost stripped Hongki from his only clothing article.
“Shall we take this to the bed?” the softness of Jonghun’s voice wrapped around them, Hongki’s lips stole some kisses here and there on Jonghun’s jaw and throat.
“Only if you’re buying later,” Hongki’s voice grumbled as Jonghun pulled back.
“Then we better stop.” Hongki groaned loudly, his dick pressed hard against Jonghun’s stomach but the latter seemed intent on making him beg. Well, sometimes, Hongki didn’t have to beg; just a roll of his hips did the task.
Jonghun’s moan sounded louder than he expected, to which Hongki smirked proudly. But in the back of his head, the idea of Jonghun being on the verge of broke bugged him. Money never bothered him before, but if Jonghun couldn’t keep up with Hongki’s expenditure then it’d be a problem. He knew Jonghun lived on his monthly allowance that was his father’s retirement insurance. Even if it was a big amount, it won’t keep all of Jonghun’s necessities at his palms. A squeak left him as Jonghun rose with him in his arms, as romantic as it might be but Hongki kept his face flexed over an icy smirk as he let Jonghun kiss his jaw and tickle his neck with peck until his throat was suckled softly. He let a moan escape, feeding Jonghun’s ego since the latter really knew his body so well.
Hongki’s thoughts took a deeper dip into worrisome ideas. He would have to force his lover to get a job, because spending his own money on the boy would only hurt Jonghun’s feelings. He let Jonghun drop him to the bed and search through Hongki’s spare outfit, a pair of snuggly black jeans and a long grey t-shirt that was baggy around Hongki’s chubby middle but skin tight on his arms down to his elbows.
He didn’t like getting his outfit picked out but Jonghun’s taste spoke to him about what the boy liked to see on him, in this case, it was the ass tight jeans that spoke to him about Jonghun’s fixation with his rear.
“Ass psycho,” he spat playfully as he kicked Jonghun out of the room. Jonghun was already dressed so he left with a chuckle.
Hongki let the air fly into his hair for a longer time before he dressed. He didn’t care for his hair, it dried on its own, and sometimes Jonghun would force him to sit down and live through thirty minutes of blow drying. His stubborn wet curls would straighten naturally but Jonghun really enjoyed forcing the red lock into a ruffled cloud around Hongki’s pink face. Once he was done, he left the room only to see Jonghun sitting lazily on the couch. He tiptoed, as if he could surprise Jonghun, when instead, he was the one yelping as an arm wormed its way around his hips and brought him into the hot furnace -Jonghun’s chest. He didn’t comment, and let Jonghun do his mandatory gazing. His face burnt a bit, because Jonghun had his eyes on him for such a long time, as if he hadn’t seen him in a while. Finally, when Jonghun’s nose was buried in his hair, Hongki’s chest was heaving as he felt like not breathing at all.
“I love when you sniff my hair at last and kiss my neck,” Hongki confessed as he fisted the back of Jonghun’s perfect hair. Their eyes locked, no movement done besides the thundering of their hearts.
As an answer, Jonghun smiled and learned down, his nose crunched, “but your hair smells bad today.” Jonghun smirked. Hongki’s scowl would have deepened if he didn’t know what came next. Butterflies, big humongous ones, with wings of all sorts of colors, swam around in him, their flutter nauseating. The pair of lips that enclosed the sensitive skin of his neck seemed even lighter than a butterfly’s movement, and it only let Hongki’s mind burn with love.
I love you so much, Jonghun’s thoughts spoke loudly, and his love overflew his brain, moving the passionate lips to Hongki’s ear, kissing and licking the shell until Hongki squirmed in his seat. Their eyes met again and without kissing, they felt each other’s taste, a significant wave of emotions that would never let them loose.
September 2012
Grace’s laugh was a nice sound. It was deep but had the high pitch of any girl’s voice would have. He self-consciously smiled at the sound of her laughter. It was a nice sound, a girls’ laugh is much better than tearful sobs that would break any listener’s heart. But Jonghun felt bad in heart, because he’d induce her sobs to fall upon his ears. Not soon, but not so later.
For the time being, he’d enjoy her laughter.
She saw him through her wild chuckles and her cheeks blossomed with the same shade of pink as her hair pin. Her hair was up but to protect her neck from the cold of the winter, she had a dark muffler almost choking her and hid a bit of her chin.
They sat around that shop for a longer time; she forced a piece of Cinnamon roll on him though Jonghun had hated sweets. Sweets caused him toothache, so he stayed away from any sweets. She pouted at his rejection the first time, and being the gentleman he is, he reluctantly let her feed him a playful mouthful of the slippery freshly baked good. He chewed on it, and disregarded the overflowing gush of the roll’s insides in his mouth. Some of it got on his lips, a side where he didn’t care for. She seemed to sheepishly eye his lips though, so as cliché as possible, he leaned forward.
“Clean it for me,” he used his sticky fingers as an excuse. Her cheeks, so round and perfect for nibbling, were rosy with that damned permanent blush of hers as she reached over. Her fingers were warm on him, so he let a genuine smile slip.
He had cold fingers so he felt like holding her hands in his so he reached and twined his long fingers with her own small hand. Her eyes twinkled, like a pair of stars in a May’s night. She let him hold her hand delightfully.
You’re doing all of the things you’ve done with him, with her.
The entrance of the vintage bookstore is familiar and friendly, with posters of their newly acquired extra special old books. Jonghun’s smile is faint and his eyes travel along the posters glued to the front before he realizes his date is also interested. “Wanna go inside?” he nudged her with a finger to her wallowed cheeks. She blushed as she nodded, her front hair parted slightly with each bob of her head.
“Have you ever been to this shop before? You look very excited,” she mumbled against his arm as his eyes skimmed through the rows of books. They were hand downs and tattered but vintage just as everything else in the shop indicated.
He gave her a distracted glance and noticed her tracing the covers of books with her forefinger, the gleam of interest in her eyes pleased him. Hongki always hated being around stuffy books and not having Jonghun’s eyes on him.
A quick pang to his heart distracted him from the image of Grace smiling shyly once she noticed him staring, so he looked elsewhere. The disappointment that followed on her features was missed by Jonghun because just then, he noticed very precious music sheet notebook, up for sale in such a ridiculously cheap price. He practically pranced, but he held down the urge to be five years old and as light as a feather.
“Oh! You like this one?” she appeared on his side, her eyes raked the book’s cover for any interesting information but she didn’t have to read. The answer was glistering on Jonghun’s face, his toothy smile more than a given indicator.
“Give it to me; I will buy it for you.” Jonghun’s hands were soon empty, too soon for his liking but he spent the next few seconds processing the moment. She just pranced over to the cash register and bought the book. He watched her ask for a pen and she withdrew heart shaped sticky notes patch from her purse. She scribbled something down before sticking it inside, on the first page of the scores notebook.
Hongki never bought Jonghun anything; it was always the other way around, and in some expensive shop.
“You shouldn’t have-OOMF” a quick kiss shut him up, and he blushed. He didn’t know she was that bold, kissing in public. The kiss was almost too long to be polite in front of strangers. He sheepishly pressed his lips to her before breaking off, the notebook landed in his hands and he looked at it for a longer period of time than he looked at his own face in the mirror in the last week.
“Thanks…” he said nonetheless, he actually felt too sheepish to look at her so they decided to walk around instead of shopping, since it was a pleasant day outside. The shopping mall was surrounded with busy streets so Jonghun took her hand into his and walked them into the crowds until they broke free from the riots building behind them. She looked very uncomfortable, having her form almost glued to strangers but now she was standing in a deserted walking route with Jonghun on her right, their fingers intertwined between them.
Somehow, the autumn breeze brought back lovely memories to them wherein he hugged her close to him in bed. She blushed and Jonghun avoided her eyes. A sudden gush of comfort passed through him, as if the longer he held her hand, the less he felt like himself. He was slipping out. The quiet was comfortable and he hated it. Across the route they stood in, there were busy cars, in many colors and shiny rims, they sped up and they seemed to be faster and faster with each ticking minute.
The grumble of car wheels wasn’t the only noise going in; some thunder was thrown into it too as Jonghun found the noise almost melodically comforting. Great, the world is still round and it’s still busy as ever.
As if Mother earth intended on making him happier, it began to rain. She squealed but was happy with the cool rain. He looked over at her face, finally, and found her smiling widely but still wiping thick raindrops from her face. He let his eyes linger on her as he nudged her with him.
They took refuge under a narrow roof of a building, some advertisement company that had an insurance advert all over its front. The workers indoors were unfazed by the rain and by the look of their face; they didn’t seem to notice anything at all that wasn’t displayed on their computers’ monitors. He once took on a job like that, and it was only to shut Hongki up. Oh, Hongki was so annoying about it, he would pester him to get a job all through summer, until finally Jonghun agreed but left the job hunting troublesome matter to his lover, who gladly agreed to it.
January 2010
The New Year’s was a nice break, it happened on a perfect day, it was a Friday so Jonghun and Hongki spent a nice weekend, very long and lazy. Hongki dragged him to places to watch the fireworks and Jonghun repaid him by screwing him extra hard. You would say both enjoyed it very much. But when they settled in Hongki’s bedroom, Jonghun looked a tad awkward. He shifted in his seat while Hongki checked his email. It was Jonghun’s first time in his house and even though the door was locked, Jonghun felt compelled to not touch Hongki.
“They know about my affections for men.”
Jonghun looked at him incredulously then, as if asking why the sudden confession but Hongki kept his eyes honest, his hands folded on his stomach as he leaned in his chair, his back to the computer.
“You don’t have to be so careful,” he emphasized but knew no matter what he said, Jonghun won’t dare cross lines in front of his parents. But they weren’t even in the house, they visited his grandmother’s house in his old neighborhood like every New Year, except this year Hongki didn’t accompany them. Hongki realized Jonghun was still looking fearful of being discovered, of a barging younger sister. He smiled warmly and reading his mind, Jonghun avoided his gaze as he matted down his unruly hair. Jonghun’s hair was long and black, pretty much Hongki’s favorite. Jonghun’s black eyes skimmed through the posters Hongki glued enthusiastically once upon a summer when he was fourteen.
Jonghun got up for a closer look and Hongki saw an entry and snuck up to Jonghun, wrapping his arms around the heaving chest. Jonghun started but didn’t pull away, slightly comforted by the heat melting down his awkwardness. Hongki nuzzled his nose in Jonghun’s hair.
“You’ll be working from twelve to four with Mrs. Kwon in her office.”
Jonghun barely reacted, he knew of Hongki’s plans to get him a job, but Hongki was quite the needy boy for affection so to retract a reaction, his hand slipped and traced the prominent veins right next to Jonghun’s navel.
Jonghun hummed and to let Jonghun know just how disappointed he was with the reaction, he dragged his hand higher, studying the taunt stomach and the hard chest with his fingertips. Jonghun sagged in his arms, and a hand came on top of the hand Hongki still had on Jonghun’s chest, on top of his grey t-shirt.
When all Jonghun did was hum more to Hongki’s special rubbing fingers to his stomach, Hongki growled: “Don’t be so cool with me! I found you a job, be more thankful.” Hongki then turned Jonghun around and smacked his hand on the poster Jonghun stared moments ago. His boyfriend looked at him, his eyes glazed with gratitude and that was all it took to melt Hongki’s irritation. He sighed before stepping into Jonghun’s body warmth; Hongki wrapped his arms around Jonghun’s torso. Instead of letting him rest his head on his chest, Jonghun locked Hongki’s mouth in a kiss.
It was a quick one, for Jonghun still eyed the door instead of indulging himself in any possible pleasure from kissing. Hongki felt upset, true he didn’t have any thoughts of fucking with his parents within earshot but why did Jonghun care so much?
He asked him so and Jonghun looked away, his eyes settled on Hongki’s bed. “Tell me.”
After a long moment of silence, Jonghun spoke, “my mom hated the fact that I was gay. My father didn’t have a chance to know me before he died. My mother, however, hated the fact that I was gay. My first love was insane and my hormones drove me into making the biggest mistakes. I was often heartbroken and depressed, seeing that, my Mom tried to stop me from seeing anyone at all. But you… you have loving parents but that’s only because you never acted out…”
Rudely, Hongki smacked his cheek. It was a soft slap but it sounded awfully loud to be hushed. He could feel Jonghun’s face warming up in embarrassment rather than pain.
“I am not some saint either. I ran away from home two times, first for one month while the second time was for double that duration, all because of boys and bullying.” Jonghun’s eyes warmed and he leaned over to touch Hongki’s forehead with his own, sharing some sympathy with him. “I’ve been forced into dating girls even, and it was not easy, heck I’m only seventeen and that already is a long chapter in my life. But today...” he looked up, locking brown hazel eyes with dark brown ones, “I have you and I don’t want to run away from that, and I know for sure I won’t have to run away from it, because I love you and you will never hurt me.”
Although Hongki wasn’t asking, Jonghun felt compelled to answer, to confirm hard based information. “I will never hurt you, as long as we both live.”
Hongki smiled, “why, are you vowing?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t be too serious,” Hongki again slapped his cheek but this time he had his lips around the mark, kissing it diligently and Jonghun couldn’t help but smile. “Are you angry?”
“I’m angry about… what?” Jonghun was genuinely confused.
“That I looked for a job for you, when it’s certainly not my place to demand anything from you, not to work, and surely not to be capable of spending money on me-” Hongki’s blabber was stopped with a kiss, and he would have felt insulted but once Jonghun told him that the only way to shut him up was with a kiss, so maybe Jonghun didn’t need to discuss this, maybe he gave Hongki all the rights to care for him in all other aspects.
And he told him so. “You’re not just my boyfriend -sadly- you’re also my wife.” Hongki felt like smacking the smirk off those lips but instead, he dragged Jonghun to his bed.
“This really is neither the place nor time for sex!” Jonghun hurriedly said although his eyes glazed over. Hongki didn’t answer; he simply began to take his clothes off. First was his t-shirt then when he reached for the buckle of his belt, he found a second pair of hands helping him. He smirked as unbuttoned his pants and lost them around his knees. Jonghun noticed the hot pink underwear and couldn’t help but laugh. To punish Jonghun for laughing over his lucky pants, Hongki pushed Jonghun back, kissing him wholeheartedly. Hongki’s fingers found nest in Jonghun’s body, rubbing and slowly touching everywhere. It’s been a long time since their first time and there had been many, many times in between so by now, their bodies were accustomed to each other; no shyness ever existed in their movements.
Hongki found Jonghun’s buttons irritating so he thought of ripping them off however he was a see-through ball of lust at that moment and Jonghun wasn’t an idiot. “Don’t! I really like this shirt.” Jonghun unbuttoned his shirt, took it off carefully and quickly while his eyes were fixed on Hongki. When Hongki’s intentions were crystal clear, Jonghun couldn’t help but shift underneath the pressure of Hongki’s weight on him. “I need to shower… first.”
“No, I don’t care, I am not a girl anyway,” he spat. Instead of hurt, Hongki’s eyes were bright so Jonghun didn’t feel like arguing more and let Hongki taste his lips again with his tongue. Jonghun moaned softly, Hongki wasn’t only kissing him, but was also grinding his hips to Jonghun’s jeans.
Soft lips engulfed his neck and Jonghun squirmed. He had a weak point but Hongki didn’t seem to regard him with compassion as he licked his collarbones and even enclosing his hot cavern on his mole and sucking diligently. “Hongki-ah,” his voice broke as Hongki’s eyes flicked back at him, while on top of him, Hongki’s nose was buried in Jonghun’s skin, and all that did was push a surge of blood into his groin. “My pants…” Hongki let a simple ‘oh’ escape as he let Jonghun slip out of the pair of snuggly blue jeans.
“Say… how about we turn and toss things up tonight,” Hongki said after a pause. His hands were spread on Jonghun’s torso, and it looked altogether tempting, how accepting the boy was to this position. Jonghun’s groin was hot under his bottom and his own dick sprung to life inside his tight underwear long ago.
Jonghun’s eyes watched him, instead of answering. Hongki felt victorious, when he leaned down to kiss Jonghun’s navel, his lover just sighed lovingly, letting his eyes shut naturally. Automatically, Hongki’s vague suggestion was accepted. Hongki kept an eye on Jonghun while he looped his fingers with Jonghun’s boxers’ waistband. When his mouth continued to lick and taste all those of Jonghun’s natural tastes, he felt the urge to have more of Jonghun in his mouth.
The boy underneath him gasped as Hongki slipped his boxers off his arousal rather harshly. With no time to adjust to the bedroom’s chill, Jonghun sprung off the bed as a mouth nearly ate his head. A low groan began to sound in Jonghun’s chest as Hongki’s hands wound tightly around his dick, albeit the fingers were smothering Jonghun’s dick, it was not painful. Although his attention should be on the slowly leaking penis, Hongki’s eyes were glued to Jonghun’s face, studying every lip bite, every groan and moan that Jonghun liked to cover with his arm. When he took longer time sucking Jonghun’s head, he felt a buck of those strong hips, begging him for more. Proudly, Hongki answered to those needs.
Jonghun’s penis was very hard and hot in his hands, Hongki felt his mouth melt around it, and all into his throat, the weeping dick not only filled him with its nice size but also with its musk and Jonghun’s taste, a taste he learned he could never live without. He hummed as his nose was tickled with Jonghun’s bush of public hair, dark and slightly curly. Jonghun’s stomach felt like bursting, all he could think of Hongki’s tongue, now pressed against his penis as Hongki’s head bobbed into his crotch.
It began to get dangerous, the thoughts, the scents, and the intense hot pleasure, it pulsed in his veins like lava and all he could to wait Hongki was to shove his head off his penis. Hongki wasn’t one to back down, not at that point and so was anticipating the hot release into his mouth. Jonghun’s taste almost made him dizzy but he swallowed proudly. Licking away the bits of cum that escaped him, Hongki slowly climbed on top of his lover. Jonghun looked almost passed out, but Hongki knew Jonghun just closed his eyes to gather his thoughts.
He leaned over, his own erection pressed against Jonghun’s limb dick. “Don’t hurt my feelings and get hard again so I can fuck you as ruthlessly as I wish to,” Hongki whispered into Jonghun’s mouth before kissing him. Jonghun groaned as Hongki’s hands slipped around his dick, was he ever getting a chance to relax? He thought aimlessly. He let Hongki’s tongue into his mouth, tasting himself and the budding love he felt for the redhead almost exploded. He combed Hongki’s hair with his fingers as their mouths played slowly.
“Good boy,” Hongki whispered again, this time to Jonghun’s forehead. His penis was now pressed against Jonghun’s dick, both hard and anticipating.
The image of the smiling lips, the crinkled eyes, and the heat escalating in his nether parts all disappeared. Everything in his mind disappeared and Jonghun stood there, gapping as his eyes watched the scene unfolding. A sudden shiver ran down Jonghun’s back when the sound of brakes was so loud, they were everything he heard. Even the loud shouts from people around them, from her mouth itself, weren’t heard. All he heard was a loud crash following the screech. He winced, his face fell into a frown as tears found a roundabout way of falling on his cheeks just in time his feet led him into the rain. His hair got drenched and stuck to his face in no time; it was an early winter rain after all, which tended to be long and too overwhelming for their liking. She followed behind him but stayed under their improvised cover. Her hand tugged on his jacket’s sleeve but other than the choked sob she heard, Jonghun didn’t respond.
He was left staring at the car accident. A Honda crushed into the pavement, the slick roads seemed dangerous then but the driver recovered quickly, a little trickle of blood fell from a wound above his eye. People rushed to help and Jonghun was pushed out of the way, and before they realized it, an ambulance arrived, its red light faint in the sunny afternoon. She hurried to Jonghun but found his face strangely crumbled into a crying one. She worried about him but he didn’t respond to her questions because Jonghun didn’t see the stranger of a driver that the people were moving from the car into the ambulance, but he was in a different time where there lay a bleeding body. The blood drained into the wet pavement as the unmoving and pale body of Lee Hongki was gathered upon with Jonghun standing in a very similar space, too far to see Hongki’s unconscious expression.
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