you're my good and evil (1/??)
Title: You're my good and evil
Chapter: Chapter 1
Pairing: Kangin/Hankyung
Genre: romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hankyung works as a secretary in the company where Kangin is the son of this company's head, and nothing goes right.
WC: 1886 words
A/N: Feedback is love :)
Seconds pass in a silence, until the door Kangin has closed so carelessly opens again with a small sound. Hankyung glances up and meets with fact that ShiWon, his co-worker and friend, is standing in the doorway, lips in a tight line and his posture tense. Hankyung offers a little smile, a weak one, running his hand through his short hair and sighs; ShiWon had seen it, there is no doubt. Hankyung just wishes that he won’t ask anything regarded to this. It wasn’t his fucking fault, hell he has no idea how to explain it.
After a brief pause, thick between them, ShiWon finally moves, walking towards Hankyung.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything here.” There is something behind his words and in the way he holds gaze with Hankyung’s.
“As you see, there isn’t anything to interrupt, now.” Hankyung sits back straight, brushes the thoughts off surprisingly soft and warm lips against his own and anything that went with that. “It wasn’t anything serious, I guess.” He shrugs his shoulders, biting his lower lip slightly like a confused puppy.
“You want to talk about it?” Shiwon’s posture softens, and he smiles. He casually sits down on the other side of the table. Whatever he thought or was thinking, is gone now, replaced with that carelessness and gentleman attitude he is so good wearing at.
Hankyung could easily explain Shiwon’s earlier cold mood with the unspoken rivalry and dislike that are between him and Kangin whenever they met, something old from high school years that somehow never died. The whole story and reasons-why, when- is still a mystery to him. They aren’t such a good friends to share such stuff, and Hankyung isn’t the one to push. He is grateful to have somebody who supports him and he can talk to.
“Can we not?” he suggests.
ShiWon smiles reassuringly, “Ok, let’s have lunch, then.”
“You just gave one fucking good idea. My stomach is giving me sights about its hungriness for some time already.”
“Then, I came right in the time.”
“Oh, you did,” Hankyung just whishes that he had came a little earlier. Just a minute or two would have been really great, and then maybe what happened wouldn’t have happened. But he isn’t the one complain when life moves on and he can’t change facts.
+++
The later Kangin mentioned, comes unexpectedly late, unexpectedly far from his work place. It’s a street, dark and empty at this hour of day, somewhere between 9 and 10 PM. Hankyung just shrugs off any thoughts of what kind of criminals could attack him. He had been going through it enough times to know the fact that usually here isn’t anything scary but it’s just bloody dark.
“Hey, Hankyung…” the calm voice in the silence sounds louder than just a whisper what it actually is. That scares a shit out of Hankyung. He spins around and meets a dark silhouette about 6 feet away from him. He narrows his eyes, in back of his mind calculating about ways how to escape the fastest he can. “I came to talk to you. So, don’t run.”
“Oh… really?”
It’s Kangin in a black jacket and blue jeans, hands stuffed in his pockets, wearing that usually smug smile of his. He walks out of shadows and towards Hankyung’s unmoving figure. Funny, but Hankyung finds the idea of meeting Kangin worse than any kind of criminal. It just isn’t his day, after all.
Kangin observes him, and he feels so uncomfortable under the gaze that finds it better to look away, “What for?”
“Well, I have an offer to make.”
“Just an offer?”
“Yes…”
In a silence that follows, Hankyung finds the right time to ask the question that’s on the tip of his tongue, already.
“But I have to ask first, why you kissed me back there?” Hankyung’s voice is firm and he wants to know, wants to know the reason and not let Kangin to escape it.
“I don’t repeat things,” Kangin answers.
Hankyung just wants to groan, but he doesn’t give up, “Have you ever considered that I’m not into guys or into you even less?”
“I don’t think much either,” he shrugs. “But I know that you’re into men.”
Hankyung swallows. That in fact is truth, and he had been good at hiding that from him or any other of his workplace. He finds it better to don’t let it be known because of the reaction it may cause and any other facts that would go with it. He had a bad experience in the high school he doesn’t want to repeat and which is still able to make him freak out. To think about it more, it’s not a pleasant fact that Kangin knows it, when he’ll not like something he can just use it against him.
“So… my offer,” Kangin voice snaps him out of his thoughts. “There is a club M2 not far from here… about three streets away. Be there on the Friday night.”
“Why?”
“You can call it a date.”
Hankyung’s eyes widen. He turns his head at Kangin, tries to say something to make him understand that the answer will be no, but his mouth just opens and closes under the gaze of Kangin dark magnificent eyes.
“I- just…well,” Hankyung trails off and sighs.
Kangin seems content in a way Hankyung doesn’t like, until he starts to circle around him with a predatory smile, “Be there… if your job is necessary for you.”
“I don’t---”
“Think about it,” Kangin pats him on a shoulder from behind, whispering those words, and leaves him alone. Hankyung thinks he is in a deep problem, now. Why just he can’t live an easy life without this man around. Oh god, he needs to be there or he’ll be screwed. The man obviously doesn’t take no as an answer, and he fucking needs his job very much. That evening he reaches his apartment in the 5th floor with less happiness than he left it in the early morning when he ran to catch the bus in time.
+++
His cell phone rings right after he had settled down on the couch, remote in his right hand. It takes him awhile to understand where his phone where and to fish it out of his jacket’s pocket and to press the button to answer the call without looking at the caller’s ID.
“Darling, how are you?” his mom’s sweet voice speaks through the line. Through Hankyung’s mind automatically flashes a mental image of his mother in black pants and blouse, or in some casual sweater, her black hair freely falling around her round face.
“Fine, mom, I’m fine,” Hankyung reassures when he’s sure that he heard a tiny bit of worries through that simple question.
“You sure? Do you sleep enough? You sound tired. I know a way--”
“Mom, I’m fine. I just got back home. That’s all,” Hankyung smiles even though through phone she can’t see it.
“I’m glad…” she says but doesn’t get any further when a strange sound Hankyung assume is a sound of footsteps is heard in the background until a high-pitched voice exclaims, “Is that brother on the phone?”
“Yes, but-“
“Mum, can I talk to him? Please?” Hankyung could imagine his bouncy younger sister’s big puppy eyes and pleading look so vividly that he almost laughed out loud.
“Ok.”
The sound of his mother’s calm voice is replaced with her’s sisters energetic chirping, “Ge, why you didn’t call us earlier? I missed you. I have happy news…. In our school there was a play and guess what? …I got a lead role and OMG it was a success.” Hankyung always had knew that she had a thing for acting and things related to that and so he is happy to hear the news.
“I want to hear details,” Hankyung smiles wider than before and settles for listening. He is happy to listen to some of his family members and just be closer even if there are hundred of miles separating them and that he doesn’t need to talk about himself. There isn’t promising things to say when he knows that his family depends on him and he doesn’t like to lie, like saying that anything is fine here. Oh God, he misses home and his mother’s homemade food and his sister’s talking and his father’s advices.
“So here it goes…”
+++
With a loud groan Hankyung gets out from bed and curses at the inappropriate time someone is banging at his apartment door. He is just in his boxers, running his hand through his hair, without a care whoever is about to see him like that. It’s just unfair that he doesn’t get his so needed sleep tonight, not after all the trouble with Kangin and some other.
The banging starts soon again.
“I’m coming... I’M COMING. Damnit,” he shouts and curses. Halfway through dim living room his eyes notice the time his light digital clock what’s on the TV shows. “Oh man, 4 in the morning?”
“Hey man, do you have something to drink?” it’s Heechul, a friend of his he sometimes isn’t sure why is friend of, with a smirk, long ruffled hair reminding of a rockstar and black tight pants, and definitely drunk.
Hankyung, as far as he is concerned his neighbors to don’t wake up, pushes the guy and locks the door afterwards. “What the hell are you doing here? So fucking EARLY?”
“Dude, just stay calm or I’ll get a headache,” Heechul staggers ‘till the couch, leaving Hankyung behind to stare at his back.
“Are you going to tell? You know very well that I don’t keep alcohol in my place. So, why are you here?” he site down beside Heechul. A bit of uncertainness flash through HeeChul’s eyes and the smirk dies on his lips.
“Just wanted to, can I sleep…on the couch?” he seems tired, not okay and Hankyung is a bit worried. But the man isn’t going to tell anything unless he feels like or it’s too much to bear.
Hankyung asks just for the sake if he’s ready or too drunk to actually stay silent, “Oh well, any story to tell?”
“Not today,” Heechul shakes his head, and then winces with afterthought that it wasn’t a good idea.
“You can stay. But no more banging at my door so early if it isn’t an emergency, ok?”
“Ok,” Heechul mouths back and closes his eyes. Hankyung just leaves him there, and even if sleeping is the last thing that’s on his mind right now, he is going to try, anyway. Just how he thought, he can’t sleep, and he stares at the ceiling, thinking a bit about this and that, drifts back to the moment with Kangin’s kiss and the offer and can’t stop himself from sighing.
+++
“Hankyung… hey Hankyung,” Heechul storms in Hankyung’s room without knocking and shakes his body.
“What? I want to sleep,” Hankyung half awake and annoyed (already) shrugs off his friends hand and turns his back at him.
“You’re thrown out of this apartment,” HeeChul’s exclamation hits him straight in the head, and he is wide awake.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
One hell of a way how to start a new day, Hankyung must admit.
Chapter: Chapter 1
Pairing: Kangin/Hankyung
Genre: romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hankyung works as a secretary in the company where Kangin is the son of this company's head, and nothing goes right.
WC: 1886 words
A/N: Feedback is love :)
Seconds pass in a silence, until the door Kangin has closed so carelessly opens again with a small sound. Hankyung glances up and meets with fact that ShiWon, his co-worker and friend, is standing in the doorway, lips in a tight line and his posture tense. Hankyung offers a little smile, a weak one, running his hand through his short hair and sighs; ShiWon had seen it, there is no doubt. Hankyung just wishes that he won’t ask anything regarded to this. It wasn’t his fucking fault, hell he has no idea how to explain it.
After a brief pause, thick between them, ShiWon finally moves, walking towards Hankyung.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything here.” There is something behind his words and in the way he holds gaze with Hankyung’s.
“As you see, there isn’t anything to interrupt, now.” Hankyung sits back straight, brushes the thoughts off surprisingly soft and warm lips against his own and anything that went with that. “It wasn’t anything serious, I guess.” He shrugs his shoulders, biting his lower lip slightly like a confused puppy.
“You want to talk about it?” Shiwon’s posture softens, and he smiles. He casually sits down on the other side of the table. Whatever he thought or was thinking, is gone now, replaced with that carelessness and gentleman attitude he is so good wearing at.
Hankyung could easily explain Shiwon’s earlier cold mood with the unspoken rivalry and dislike that are between him and Kangin whenever they met, something old from high school years that somehow never died. The whole story and reasons-why, when- is still a mystery to him. They aren’t such a good friends to share such stuff, and Hankyung isn’t the one to push. He is grateful to have somebody who supports him and he can talk to.
“Can we not?” he suggests.
ShiWon smiles reassuringly, “Ok, let’s have lunch, then.”
“You just gave one fucking good idea. My stomach is giving me sights about its hungriness for some time already.”
“Then, I came right in the time.”
“Oh, you did,” Hankyung just whishes that he had came a little earlier. Just a minute or two would have been really great, and then maybe what happened wouldn’t have happened. But he isn’t the one complain when life moves on and he can’t change facts.
+++
The later Kangin mentioned, comes unexpectedly late, unexpectedly far from his work place. It’s a street, dark and empty at this hour of day, somewhere between 9 and 10 PM. Hankyung just shrugs off any thoughts of what kind of criminals could attack him. He had been going through it enough times to know the fact that usually here isn’t anything scary but it’s just bloody dark.
“Hey, Hankyung…” the calm voice in the silence sounds louder than just a whisper what it actually is. That scares a shit out of Hankyung. He spins around and meets a dark silhouette about 6 feet away from him. He narrows his eyes, in back of his mind calculating about ways how to escape the fastest he can. “I came to talk to you. So, don’t run.”
“Oh… really?”
It’s Kangin in a black jacket and blue jeans, hands stuffed in his pockets, wearing that usually smug smile of his. He walks out of shadows and towards Hankyung’s unmoving figure. Funny, but Hankyung finds the idea of meeting Kangin worse than any kind of criminal. It just isn’t his day, after all.
Kangin observes him, and he feels so uncomfortable under the gaze that finds it better to look away, “What for?”
“Well, I have an offer to make.”
“Just an offer?”
“Yes…”
In a silence that follows, Hankyung finds the right time to ask the question that’s on the tip of his tongue, already.
“But I have to ask first, why you kissed me back there?” Hankyung’s voice is firm and he wants to know, wants to know the reason and not let Kangin to escape it.
“I don’t repeat things,” Kangin answers.
Hankyung just wants to groan, but he doesn’t give up, “Have you ever considered that I’m not into guys or into you even less?”
“I don’t think much either,” he shrugs. “But I know that you’re into men.”
Hankyung swallows. That in fact is truth, and he had been good at hiding that from him or any other of his workplace. He finds it better to don’t let it be known because of the reaction it may cause and any other facts that would go with it. He had a bad experience in the high school he doesn’t want to repeat and which is still able to make him freak out. To think about it more, it’s not a pleasant fact that Kangin knows it, when he’ll not like something he can just use it against him.
“So… my offer,” Kangin voice snaps him out of his thoughts. “There is a club M2 not far from here… about three streets away. Be there on the Friday night.”
“Why?”
“You can call it a date.”
Hankyung’s eyes widen. He turns his head at Kangin, tries to say something to make him understand that the answer will be no, but his mouth just opens and closes under the gaze of Kangin dark magnificent eyes.
“I- just…well,” Hankyung trails off and sighs.
Kangin seems content in a way Hankyung doesn’t like, until he starts to circle around him with a predatory smile, “Be there… if your job is necessary for you.”
“I don’t---”
“Think about it,” Kangin pats him on a shoulder from behind, whispering those words, and leaves him alone. Hankyung thinks he is in a deep problem, now. Why just he can’t live an easy life without this man around. Oh god, he needs to be there or he’ll be screwed. The man obviously doesn’t take no as an answer, and he fucking needs his job very much. That evening he reaches his apartment in the 5th floor with less happiness than he left it in the early morning when he ran to catch the bus in time.
+++
His cell phone rings right after he had settled down on the couch, remote in his right hand. It takes him awhile to understand where his phone where and to fish it out of his jacket’s pocket and to press the button to answer the call without looking at the caller’s ID.
“Darling, how are you?” his mom’s sweet voice speaks through the line. Through Hankyung’s mind automatically flashes a mental image of his mother in black pants and blouse, or in some casual sweater, her black hair freely falling around her round face.
“Fine, mom, I’m fine,” Hankyung reassures when he’s sure that he heard a tiny bit of worries through that simple question.
“You sure? Do you sleep enough? You sound tired. I know a way--”
“Mom, I’m fine. I just got back home. That’s all,” Hankyung smiles even though through phone she can’t see it.
“I’m glad…” she says but doesn’t get any further when a strange sound Hankyung assume is a sound of footsteps is heard in the background until a high-pitched voice exclaims, “Is that brother on the phone?”
“Yes, but-“
“Mum, can I talk to him? Please?” Hankyung could imagine his bouncy younger sister’s big puppy eyes and pleading look so vividly that he almost laughed out loud.
“Ok.”
The sound of his mother’s calm voice is replaced with her’s sisters energetic chirping, “Ge, why you didn’t call us earlier? I missed you. I have happy news…. In our school there was a play and guess what? …I got a lead role and OMG it was a success.” Hankyung always had knew that she had a thing for acting and things related to that and so he is happy to hear the news.
“I want to hear details,” Hankyung smiles wider than before and settles for listening. He is happy to listen to some of his family members and just be closer even if there are hundred of miles separating them and that he doesn’t need to talk about himself. There isn’t promising things to say when he knows that his family depends on him and he doesn’t like to lie, like saying that anything is fine here. Oh God, he misses home and his mother’s homemade food and his sister’s talking and his father’s advices.
“So here it goes…”
+++
With a loud groan Hankyung gets out from bed and curses at the inappropriate time someone is banging at his apartment door. He is just in his boxers, running his hand through his hair, without a care whoever is about to see him like that. It’s just unfair that he doesn’t get his so needed sleep tonight, not after all the trouble with Kangin and some other.
The banging starts soon again.
“I’m coming... I’M COMING. Damnit,” he shouts and curses. Halfway through dim living room his eyes notice the time his light digital clock what’s on the TV shows. “Oh man, 4 in the morning?”
“Hey man, do you have something to drink?” it’s Heechul, a friend of his he sometimes isn’t sure why is friend of, with a smirk, long ruffled hair reminding of a rockstar and black tight pants, and definitely drunk.
Hankyung, as far as he is concerned his neighbors to don’t wake up, pushes the guy and locks the door afterwards. “What the hell are you doing here? So fucking EARLY?”
“Dude, just stay calm or I’ll get a headache,” Heechul staggers ‘till the couch, leaving Hankyung behind to stare at his back.
“Are you going to tell? You know very well that I don’t keep alcohol in my place. So, why are you here?” he site down beside Heechul. A bit of uncertainness flash through HeeChul’s eyes and the smirk dies on his lips.
“Just wanted to, can I sleep…on the couch?” he seems tired, not okay and Hankyung is a bit worried. But the man isn’t going to tell anything unless he feels like or it’s too much to bear.
Hankyung asks just for the sake if he’s ready or too drunk to actually stay silent, “Oh well, any story to tell?”
“Not today,” Heechul shakes his head, and then winces with afterthought that it wasn’t a good idea.
“You can stay. But no more banging at my door so early if it isn’t an emergency, ok?”
“Ok,” Heechul mouths back and closes his eyes. Hankyung just leaves him there, and even if sleeping is the last thing that’s on his mind right now, he is going to try, anyway. Just how he thought, he can’t sleep, and he stares at the ceiling, thinking a bit about this and that, drifts back to the moment with Kangin’s kiss and the offer and can’t stop himself from sighing.
+++
“Hankyung… hey Hankyung,” Heechul storms in Hankyung’s room without knocking and shakes his body.
“What? I want to sleep,” Hankyung half awake and annoyed (already) shrugs off his friends hand and turns his back at him.
“You’re thrown out of this apartment,” HeeChul’s exclamation hits him straight in the head, and he is wide awake.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
One hell of a way how to start a new day, Hankyung must admit.