until the end
title: until the end
pairing: derek/nichkhun
rating: g
There's a new café two blocks away that people keep talking about, Derek keeps hearing about it everywhere, his friends keep talking about it, and the person next-door keeps coming home with a bag full of pastries and drinks from the same place. He only remembers this because the café has such a cliché name. Angel. The logo even has wings on it, white wings unlike cartoon ones; big, spread out, each feather detailed - realistic, he would say if he knew how angels' wings looked like in real life.
It's early on a Saturday morning when he decides to finally go there, just to see what everyone's been talking about, if the food really is as good as they say or if the drinks are as creamy. He sets out to walk to the café, doesn't really know where it is but the huge white board that looks like a bigger version of the wings on his neighbour's plastic bags tell him he's found the place. He comes in and he feels like he's standing in one of those pictures of pretty coffee shops you see on the internet but never in real life. Creamy white walls, dark wood floor, matte black pendant lights hanging above the serving counter, a blackboard listing the things they serve. There's no-one in here other than him, probably because it's still early and the person who runs the place isn't used to having customers at such an hour. Maybe there should be a chime by the door to alert the servers of customers, because he's been standing for ten minutes, his elbows on the counter, fingers tapping at the white surface.
Just a few seconds later, a man comes in from the back door, wearing a red shirt with two thick white lines at the front, a dark cream apron tied around his lower waist, hanging like the guy thought it was too troublesome to have it cover his chest and stay on his body to actually do its purpose. When he notices Derek is standing there, his eyes widen in shock and he smiles. It's a pleasant smile, Derek thinks as he gives a small smile back.
“Have you been here a while?” the guy asks, pressing his hands flat on the counter at either side of Derek's elbows. They're smudged with flour and you can see the food colouring on his nails that he couldn't wash off, and they're pretty, his fingers long and thin.
Derek shakes his head, still smiling, taking his eyes off the guy to look at the board behind him. "Not that long," he answers as he slides his elbows away, touching the guy's hands in the process.
"Okay, well, sorry to have kept you waiting still." The guy's voice is soft, but the way he speaks is strong, confident, like he knows exactly what he wants to say. "You ordering anything?"
"I... what's good?" Derek asks because the board is a blur when all he can focus on is the guy's face.
The guy laughs, and his laugh is more pleasant than his smile, the most beautiful thing about it the way his eyes crinkle at their sides. "I would hope everything is good, since I made them all." He pauses, his eyes softening to a half-smile. "But I like the deconstructed chocolate cake with dark chocolate cream."
"I'll get that then,” Derek answers.
"For here?"
Derek nods.
"Your name?"
"Derek."
"I'm Khun,” he tells him, holding out his hand and grinning. “It's nice to meet you, Derek.”
+
Derek doesn't spend the whole night after his visit to Angel thinking about Khun, with his thick eyebrows and glimmering eyes and the fact that there's a fifty-fifty chance that Khun winked at him when he left. He also most definitely does not think about how Khun gave him his number, because that was for business purposes. So that Derek could call in and order in advance. Not because he wants Derek to call him for, like, personal reasons. Even if he said “I want to see you around here more.” because that was just a way of saying “I want you to come back here because you ended up ordering three other things other than the chocolate cake, because people were giving you the stink eye for using a table they could be using when you didn't have any food with you anymore.” And, oh yeah, that happened. It wasn't because Derek liked Khun or anything, like, it's not like his face attracted him, it was just that his hands made really tasty baked goods, and his hands... hands.
Oh my god, Derek was fucked. And being stupid, but fucked all the same. And maybe he should stop being one of those, and it's not like he can stop being fucked, because Khun gave him his number, for God's sake, so he's going to stop being stupid. About Khun. Because Khun gave him his number. For things that are definitely not business. Things like personal stuff. Like... calling him. To hear his voice. To know more about him. To hear him laugh over the phone and imagine him smiling. To ask him out on a date. To invite him over to his place. To watch movies on his couch and hold hands. To get married. Or, like, maybe just to talk. Talking is good.
+
Derek doesn't call Khun. Because, you know, college stuff, life, nervousness. But what he does do is go back to Angel. Two weeks later.
He goes at the same time he did the last time, and he's surprised to see Khun with his head on the bar hidden by his arms when he comes in. He walks over to him, taps Khun's forearm and watches as Khun raises his head, bored expression turning into surprise when he sees Derek.
“You're back,” he says like he's never been more happy to see anyone in his whole life.
“I'm back,” Derek repeats with a nod, no longer holding back his smile because he'd be unable to if he tried anyway.
“I thought I scared you off.”
“Never.”
“So, what will it be today? I have the cake from last time, chocolate-strawberry muffins, deep-dish chocolate chip cookies....”
“The cookie,” Derek answers. Khun nods and does a quick dance with his fingers, giving Derek a quick smile before he moves to the door at his back.
He disappears for ten minutes, then the door opens and his head pops out through the open crack, and he asks, “Oh yeah, do you like it hard?”
Derek furrows his eyebrows and purses his lips together at Khun, eyes staring at him as he starts laughing.
“I - oh my god, I meant the cookie.”
“Soft, please.”
Khun comes back a few seconds later, a plate with a thick chocolate chip cookie sitting on it in his kitchen mitten wearing hands. There are two scoops of ice cream on the cookie and two dessert spoons, Derek notices when Khun settles the food down on the table he's sitting around. Derek watches as Khun takes the seat in front of him, scooping ice cream and bits of the cookie on his spoon, and putting his hand under it before leading it to Derek's mouth.
“Shouldn't you be manning the counter?” Derek asks when he's swallowed the food in his mouth.
Khun nods, amused. “Nobody's here. I'd rather spend time with you.”
“You don't even know me,” Derek retorts, not because he feels like a line has been crossed, but just because he's in disbelief.
“Then let me,” Khun tells him, asks for permission with his twinkling eyes and his smile that makes Derek’s heart flutter and feel like there are fireworks setting off inside him. It’s a dangerous metaphor, the fireworks, it could get gory and bloody and bad, and Derek supposes he should have picked a different thing for comparison. But Khun is beautiful, bright and shining without having to do anything, and the hope in his eyes as he looks at Derek makes Derek want to say Yes, yes to anything, yes to everything, yes to every single thing as long as you’re there.
Instead, he opts for a short, “Okay.”
Khun grins, basking in the moment while it’s there, and Derek grins back at him, memorising Khun in that moment, keeping the very second locked in his mind for safekeeping.
He realises very early into their relationship that he never wants to let go.
+
It’s a relationship. That’s what it is. Romantic and cheesy and almost extremely cliché. They have date nights where Khun cooks for them, where they watch a movie and cuddle and fall asleep on each other. They have afternoons where Khun just watches Derek do his school requirements, stretched out on the floor as Derek focuses on subjects Khun has given up trying to understand, and sometimes he convinces Derek to lie down on the floor with him, and they start talking and laughing and they stare at each other both thinking that they’re so damn in love, and Derek smiles and Khun kisses his smile, tells him he’s the cutest person he’s ever met, and Derek says I love you because it’s the truth and it just spills out of his mouth.
It’s perfect, it’s so perfect, it’s the happiest Derek has ever been with someone, it’s so wonderful because Khun is there, right beside him, telling him stories from his childhood, or tales about customers in the shop, or adventures he’d like to experience, countries he’d like to go to, memories he’d like to make with Derek. It’s so amazing and Derek is so, so in love he can’t put it into words, and how does this even happen when they only met a few months ago, when last year Derek had no idea who Khun was and now Khun is everywhere, he’s in movies Derek watches, in words he reads, in every beautiful scenery, and Derek wishes Khun was always there to share everything with him. He knows it’s impossible, they can’t always be beside each other, so whenever Khun calls at night Derek tells him about a show he watched that he thinks Khun would like, or a song that he’d like to hear Khun sing, or the stars he can see outside his window that he wishes Khun could see with him. Khun laughs, tells him one day they can watch the stars together every night before they fall asleep, watch the sunrise and the sunset and walk on foreign land together holding hands. Khun tells him they’ll share everything one day, not just words and kisses and songs, but also clothes and lazy mornings and maybe a small house. Derek’s heart stutters, he gets speechless and he can’t stop smiling, and he can hear Khun smile, he can hear Khun saying, “One day, it will happen. I promise you. If you let me, I’ll be with you till the end.”
+
It almost comes true. Derek believes with every part of him that it will come true, because Khun is special and wonderful and what if he’s the one, and he knows it’s too early to think about this, he’s young and they haven’t even been with each other for a year, but he’s in love and he’s in too deep and Khun. Khun is amazing and beautiful and there can never be another person like him, not even anywhere near, no-one who can be as bright, no-one who can make Derek as happy as Khun makes him. So he tells himself it will come true, because god dammit, if he wishes enough it might, if he wants it enough it might.
It almost does. That’s the thing. It almost does. Almost, almost, almost, almost.
He stops believing with every part of him when Khun tells him he’s leaving.
I’m not leaving you.
I know. It’s fine, Khun. We’ll make this work.
I can stay if you want me to.
It’s your dream, I don’t want to hold you back. We’ll still talk, don’t worry too much.
Are you sure?
I’m sure. I’ll help you pack your things.
Okay. I’ll miss you.
Me too.
They do make things work for a while, for a few weeks it’s okay, it’s still painfully obvious that Khun isn’t right there, a short car ride away, but it’s okay, it’s not perfect, time zones are a piece of shit and a pain in the ass, but it works. For a very short while, it works.
It breaks down when Khun’s phone gets stolen in some city in some country in some continent that Derek doesn’t know of, he just knows it’s not here and that’s really the only thing that matters. He worries when Khun doesn’t reply to his texts, worries in class and worries as he does his essay, but Khun tells him at two in the morning that Someone took my phone, I’m sorry if I made you worry. Don’t worry, we’ll make things work okay.
Derek tells him I’m glad you’re okay, I was worried. I can’t not worry about you, but I’m glad you’re okay.
Khun says I’ll buy a new phone soon. Give me your number, I’ll text you as soon as I get one, okay?
Okay, Derek replies.
You would think with the amount of okays they tell each other, it would actually turn out okay. But it doesn’t, is the thing, it just doesn’t.
[01:38:26] Khunnie: It’s harder to get a phone here than back home. I’m sorry. I’ll find a way.
[06:25:13] Derek: :( i miss you
[17:44:01] Khunnie: I miss you too. I’ll be back before you know it = ]
[17:59:33] Derek: = ]
[12:00:45] Khunnie: Hey, video chat when you’re free?
[13:02:50] Derek: i’ll get out of class in five minutes. call me in fifteen
[13:10:55] Derek: khuuuuuuuuuuun
[16:50:27] Derek: khun khun khun khun khun
[07:51:30] Derek: nichkhun buck horvejkul
[09:10:00] Derek: bucky
[17:12:22] Derek: i miss youuuuu
[18:54:03] Derek: are you ok?
[20:43:59] Derek: khunnie
[03:22:10] Khunnie: Sorry I haven’t talked to you in days, forgot my laptop at my cousin’s house. Took a while to get shipped to me
[04:30:09] Derek: i missed you so much
[04:31:00] Khunnie: What are you doing awake?
[04:31:15] Khunnie: I missed you a lot too
[04:33:40] Derek: finishing something
[04:50:06] Derek: khun?
[04:51:12] Derek: you there?
[04:55:30] Derek: i have to go to sleep
[05:00:01] Derek: i love you
[06:30:14] Khunnie: fuck
[06:31:03] Khunnie: Internet broke down. I’m sorry
[06:32:05] Khunnie: I love you too
It becomes a routine. It becomes a tiring routine of the world working against them, whether it be time zones or shitty internet connection or college or schedules. Eventually, they both get pretty tired of it.
Derek gets tired of the pain in his chest, the ache for Khun’s presence, for anything, really, and Khun gets tired of hopping to one restaurant to another, gets tired of walking to food stands, gets tired of flying to another country to taste their food when all he wants is to hear Derek laugh, to spend time with Derek in his kitchen trying out recipes, to hold Derek’s hand in the streets. All he wants is Derek, just Derek, just let him be with Derek and he’ll be fine. Sure, he has dreams, places he wants to go, things he wants to accomplish, but he can share those things, he wants to share those things with Derek.
So he books his flight back, packs his bags, he says good-bye to a country whose food is actually pretty good, whispers an I’ll be back to the country, the with my boyfriend unsaid but implied.
[03:20:55] Khunnie: I’m coming back. Wait for me.
Derek stares at his screen for twenty minutes, eyes wide and fingers typing what oh my god what what what oh my god khun KHUN khun. khun oh my god OH MY GO OHD M MMYM GOD before he deletes it all, because chill. He types out a message he deems okay, his heart pounding and a smile on his face as he presses send.
[06:24:30] Derek: i missed you. i’ll always wait for you. till the end right?
+ belated happy birthday, derek! i'm sorry this came so late despite the fact that i started writing this long ago. you are one of the nicest people i know and nichkhun is so lucky to have someone like you loving him. i am also very lucky to have met you, because you're amazing and i love you very much.
+ this wasn't meant to turn out like this, this was supposed to be all just fluff, but my mind apparently had different plans. sort of sorry for that.
pairing: derek/nichkhun
rating: g
There's a new café two blocks away that people keep talking about, Derek keeps hearing about it everywhere, his friends keep talking about it, and the person next-door keeps coming home with a bag full of pastries and drinks from the same place. He only remembers this because the café has such a cliché name. Angel. The logo even has wings on it, white wings unlike cartoon ones; big, spread out, each feather detailed - realistic, he would say if he knew how angels' wings looked like in real life.
It's early on a Saturday morning when he decides to finally go there, just to see what everyone's been talking about, if the food really is as good as they say or if the drinks are as creamy. He sets out to walk to the café, doesn't really know where it is but the huge white board that looks like a bigger version of the wings on his neighbour's plastic bags tell him he's found the place. He comes in and he feels like he's standing in one of those pictures of pretty coffee shops you see on the internet but never in real life. Creamy white walls, dark wood floor, matte black pendant lights hanging above the serving counter, a blackboard listing the things they serve. There's no-one in here other than him, probably because it's still early and the person who runs the place isn't used to having customers at such an hour. Maybe there should be a chime by the door to alert the servers of customers, because he's been standing for ten minutes, his elbows on the counter, fingers tapping at the white surface.
Just a few seconds later, a man comes in from the back door, wearing a red shirt with two thick white lines at the front, a dark cream apron tied around his lower waist, hanging like the guy thought it was too troublesome to have it cover his chest and stay on his body to actually do its purpose. When he notices Derek is standing there, his eyes widen in shock and he smiles. It's a pleasant smile, Derek thinks as he gives a small smile back.
“Have you been here a while?” the guy asks, pressing his hands flat on the counter at either side of Derek's elbows. They're smudged with flour and you can see the food colouring on his nails that he couldn't wash off, and they're pretty, his fingers long and thin.
Derek shakes his head, still smiling, taking his eyes off the guy to look at the board behind him. "Not that long," he answers as he slides his elbows away, touching the guy's hands in the process.
"Okay, well, sorry to have kept you waiting still." The guy's voice is soft, but the way he speaks is strong, confident, like he knows exactly what he wants to say. "You ordering anything?"
"I... what's good?" Derek asks because the board is a blur when all he can focus on is the guy's face.
The guy laughs, and his laugh is more pleasant than his smile, the most beautiful thing about it the way his eyes crinkle at their sides. "I would hope everything is good, since I made them all." He pauses, his eyes softening to a half-smile. "But I like the deconstructed chocolate cake with dark chocolate cream."
"I'll get that then,” Derek answers.
"For here?"
Derek nods.
"Your name?"
"Derek."
"I'm Khun,” he tells him, holding out his hand and grinning. “It's nice to meet you, Derek.”
+
Derek doesn't spend the whole night after his visit to Angel thinking about Khun, with his thick eyebrows and glimmering eyes and the fact that there's a fifty-fifty chance that Khun winked at him when he left. He also most definitely does not think about how Khun gave him his number, because that was for business purposes. So that Derek could call in and order in advance. Not because he wants Derek to call him for, like, personal reasons. Even if he said “I want to see you around here more.” because that was just a way of saying “I want you to come back here because you ended up ordering three other things other than the chocolate cake, because people were giving you the stink eye for using a table they could be using when you didn't have any food with you anymore.” And, oh yeah, that happened. It wasn't because Derek liked Khun or anything, like, it's not like his face attracted him, it was just that his hands made really tasty baked goods, and his hands... hands.
Oh my god, Derek was fucked. And being stupid, but fucked all the same. And maybe he should stop being one of those, and it's not like he can stop being fucked, because Khun gave him his number, for God's sake, so he's going to stop being stupid. About Khun. Because Khun gave him his number. For things that are definitely not business. Things like personal stuff. Like... calling him. To hear his voice. To know more about him. To hear him laugh over the phone and imagine him smiling. To ask him out on a date. To invite him over to his place. To watch movies on his couch and hold hands. To get married. Or, like, maybe just to talk. Talking is good.
+
Derek doesn't call Khun. Because, you know, college stuff, life, nervousness. But what he does do is go back to Angel. Two weeks later.
He goes at the same time he did the last time, and he's surprised to see Khun with his head on the bar hidden by his arms when he comes in. He walks over to him, taps Khun's forearm and watches as Khun raises his head, bored expression turning into surprise when he sees Derek.
“You're back,” he says like he's never been more happy to see anyone in his whole life.
“I'm back,” Derek repeats with a nod, no longer holding back his smile because he'd be unable to if he tried anyway.
“I thought I scared you off.”
“Never.”
“So, what will it be today? I have the cake from last time, chocolate-strawberry muffins, deep-dish chocolate chip cookies....”
“The cookie,” Derek answers. Khun nods and does a quick dance with his fingers, giving Derek a quick smile before he moves to the door at his back.
He disappears for ten minutes, then the door opens and his head pops out through the open crack, and he asks, “Oh yeah, do you like it hard?”
Derek furrows his eyebrows and purses his lips together at Khun, eyes staring at him as he starts laughing.
“I - oh my god, I meant the cookie.”
“Soft, please.”
Khun comes back a few seconds later, a plate with a thick chocolate chip cookie sitting on it in his kitchen mitten wearing hands. There are two scoops of ice cream on the cookie and two dessert spoons, Derek notices when Khun settles the food down on the table he's sitting around. Derek watches as Khun takes the seat in front of him, scooping ice cream and bits of the cookie on his spoon, and putting his hand under it before leading it to Derek's mouth.
“Shouldn't you be manning the counter?” Derek asks when he's swallowed the food in his mouth.
Khun nods, amused. “Nobody's here. I'd rather spend time with you.”
“You don't even know me,” Derek retorts, not because he feels like a line has been crossed, but just because he's in disbelief.
“Then let me,” Khun tells him, asks for permission with his twinkling eyes and his smile that makes Derek’s heart flutter and feel like there are fireworks setting off inside him. It’s a dangerous metaphor, the fireworks, it could get gory and bloody and bad, and Derek supposes he should have picked a different thing for comparison. But Khun is beautiful, bright and shining without having to do anything, and the hope in his eyes as he looks at Derek makes Derek want to say Yes, yes to anything, yes to everything, yes to every single thing as long as you’re there.
Instead, he opts for a short, “Okay.”
Khun grins, basking in the moment while it’s there, and Derek grins back at him, memorising Khun in that moment, keeping the very second locked in his mind for safekeeping.
He realises very early into their relationship that he never wants to let go.
+
It’s a relationship. That’s what it is. Romantic and cheesy and almost extremely cliché. They have date nights where Khun cooks for them, where they watch a movie and cuddle and fall asleep on each other. They have afternoons where Khun just watches Derek do his school requirements, stretched out on the floor as Derek focuses on subjects Khun has given up trying to understand, and sometimes he convinces Derek to lie down on the floor with him, and they start talking and laughing and they stare at each other both thinking that they’re so damn in love, and Derek smiles and Khun kisses his smile, tells him he’s the cutest person he’s ever met, and Derek says I love you because it’s the truth and it just spills out of his mouth.
It’s perfect, it’s so perfect, it’s the happiest Derek has ever been with someone, it’s so wonderful because Khun is there, right beside him, telling him stories from his childhood, or tales about customers in the shop, or adventures he’d like to experience, countries he’d like to go to, memories he’d like to make with Derek. It’s so amazing and Derek is so, so in love he can’t put it into words, and how does this even happen when they only met a few months ago, when last year Derek had no idea who Khun was and now Khun is everywhere, he’s in movies Derek watches, in words he reads, in every beautiful scenery, and Derek wishes Khun was always there to share everything with him. He knows it’s impossible, they can’t always be beside each other, so whenever Khun calls at night Derek tells him about a show he watched that he thinks Khun would like, or a song that he’d like to hear Khun sing, or the stars he can see outside his window that he wishes Khun could see with him. Khun laughs, tells him one day they can watch the stars together every night before they fall asleep, watch the sunrise and the sunset and walk on foreign land together holding hands. Khun tells him they’ll share everything one day, not just words and kisses and songs, but also clothes and lazy mornings and maybe a small house. Derek’s heart stutters, he gets speechless and he can’t stop smiling, and he can hear Khun smile, he can hear Khun saying, “One day, it will happen. I promise you. If you let me, I’ll be with you till the end.”
+
It almost comes true. Derek believes with every part of him that it will come true, because Khun is special and wonderful and what if he’s the one, and he knows it’s too early to think about this, he’s young and they haven’t even been with each other for a year, but he’s in love and he’s in too deep and Khun. Khun is amazing and beautiful and there can never be another person like him, not even anywhere near, no-one who can be as bright, no-one who can make Derek as happy as Khun makes him. So he tells himself it will come true, because god dammit, if he wishes enough it might, if he wants it enough it might.
It almost does. That’s the thing. It almost does. Almost, almost, almost, almost.
He stops believing with every part of him when Khun tells him he’s leaving.
I’m not leaving you.
I know. It’s fine, Khun. We’ll make this work.
I can stay if you want me to.
It’s your dream, I don’t want to hold you back. We’ll still talk, don’t worry too much.
Are you sure?
I’m sure. I’ll help you pack your things.
Okay. I’ll miss you.
Me too.
They do make things work for a while, for a few weeks it’s okay, it’s still painfully obvious that Khun isn’t right there, a short car ride away, but it’s okay, it’s not perfect, time zones are a piece of shit and a pain in the ass, but it works. For a very short while, it works.
It breaks down when Khun’s phone gets stolen in some city in some country in some continent that Derek doesn’t know of, he just knows it’s not here and that’s really the only thing that matters. He worries when Khun doesn’t reply to his texts, worries in class and worries as he does his essay, but Khun tells him at two in the morning that Someone took my phone, I’m sorry if I made you worry. Don’t worry, we’ll make things work okay.
Derek tells him I’m glad you’re okay, I was worried. I can’t not worry about you, but I’m glad you’re okay.
Khun says I’ll buy a new phone soon. Give me your number, I’ll text you as soon as I get one, okay?
Okay, Derek replies.
You would think with the amount of okays they tell each other, it would actually turn out okay. But it doesn’t, is the thing, it just doesn’t.
[01:38:26] Khunnie: It’s harder to get a phone here than back home. I’m sorry. I’ll find a way.
[06:25:13] Derek: :( i miss you
[17:44:01] Khunnie: I miss you too. I’ll be back before you know it = ]
[17:59:33] Derek: = ]
[12:00:45] Khunnie: Hey, video chat when you’re free?
[13:02:50] Derek: i’ll get out of class in five minutes. call me in fifteen
[13:10:55] Derek: khuuuuuuuuuuun
[16:50:27] Derek: khun khun khun khun khun
[07:51:30] Derek: nichkhun buck horvejkul
[09:10:00] Derek: bucky
[17:12:22] Derek: i miss youuuuu
[18:54:03] Derek: are you ok?
[20:43:59] Derek: khunnie
[03:22:10] Khunnie: Sorry I haven’t talked to you in days, forgot my laptop at my cousin’s house. Took a while to get shipped to me
[04:30:09] Derek: i missed you so much
[04:31:00] Khunnie: What are you doing awake?
[04:31:15] Khunnie: I missed you a lot too
[04:33:40] Derek: finishing something
[04:50:06] Derek: khun?
[04:51:12] Derek: you there?
[04:55:30] Derek: i have to go to sleep
[05:00:01] Derek: i love you
[06:30:14] Khunnie: fuck
[06:31:03] Khunnie: Internet broke down. I’m sorry
[06:32:05] Khunnie: I love you too
It becomes a routine. It becomes a tiring routine of the world working against them, whether it be time zones or shitty internet connection or college or schedules. Eventually, they both get pretty tired of it.
Derek gets tired of the pain in his chest, the ache for Khun’s presence, for anything, really, and Khun gets tired of hopping to one restaurant to another, gets tired of walking to food stands, gets tired of flying to another country to taste their food when all he wants is to hear Derek laugh, to spend time with Derek in his kitchen trying out recipes, to hold Derek’s hand in the streets. All he wants is Derek, just Derek, just let him be with Derek and he’ll be fine. Sure, he has dreams, places he wants to go, things he wants to accomplish, but he can share those things, he wants to share those things with Derek.
So he books his flight back, packs his bags, he says good-bye to a country whose food is actually pretty good, whispers an I’ll be back to the country, the with my boyfriend unsaid but implied.
[03:20:55] Khunnie: I’m coming back. Wait for me.
Derek stares at his screen for twenty minutes, eyes wide and fingers typing what oh my god what what what oh my god khun KHUN khun. khun oh my god OH MY GO OHD M MMYM GOD before he deletes it all, because chill. He types out a message he deems okay, his heart pounding and a smile on his face as he presses send.
[06:24:30] Derek: i missed you. i’ll always wait for you. till the end right?
+ belated happy birthday, derek! i'm sorry this came so late despite the fact that i started writing this long ago. you are one of the nicest people i know and nichkhun is so lucky to have someone like you loving him. i am also very lucky to have met you, because you're amazing and i love you very much.
+ this wasn't meant to turn out like this, this was supposed to be all just fluff, but my mind apparently had different plans. sort of sorry for that.