Knocked Off Course (3/3)
{ PART I } { PART 2 } { PART 3 }
Himchan, with what state of mind he's currently immersed in, doesn't really recall what urge ushers them here.
But Himchan decides it must be some sexual urge because somehow, he and Yongguk has impressively managed to fling themselves out of the club into the curb into the back seat of the SUV, with Himchan-sane enough to remember his precious car-blindly blurting out instructions to either of his two other bodyguards on the front seat to get off and drive his Maserati as Yongguk pulls him to climb on his lap so he can properly attack Himchan's Armani-perfumed neck with hungry kisses.
Maybe Yongguk ringing up two other bodyguards earlier wasn't that much of a terrible idea.
The car trip-which generally involves Yongguk restraining himself from undressing Himchan then and there as their tongues lap against each other-seemed unusually fast. And before they know it, the SUV has stopped on the front driveway of the mansion and for a very brief moment, Himchan infers that perhaps sexual frustrations compromises tendencies to temporarily transform you into an adrenaline-rushed ninja because the two of them succeeds to advance through the doors and the darkness of the hall whilst remaining to grope each other as they push and pull up toward Himchan's room, into Himchan's bed where they can finally free the heavily constrained to take this long awaited activity into another level.
Very soon enough, Yongguk is hovering over Himchan as they strip each other off their clothes (with Himchan gripping on Yongguk's undone tie to keep it in place while everything else is removed, pulling him down with it a few seconds afterwards into the most passionate and nerve-tingling kiss Yongguk has ever received in his life.) And after a good amount of lubrication (that was intriguingly found underneath Himchan's pillowcase) and a very lengthy foreplay that has Yongguk going nuts, he's now placing a firm hold on Himchan's hip as he thrusts into the latter as slowly and as leisurely as he possibly can because he instantaneously learns that Himchan, as surprising as it sounds, likes it slow and gentle.
Yongguk is painfully sane through it all, compared to Himchan (who's drunk), and his full attention is completely seized by the latter writhing underneath him in the most beautiful manner of approach and his mind wonders oh my god for how long have I been wanting to do this.
They come undone around the same interval, with Himchan raking the ample expanse of Yongguk's back with his sharp nails, overwhelmed with the way Yongguk's guttural moans of Himchan Himchan Himchan were being uttered direct against ear.
They stay like that for a longer time, breathing each other's air, caressing each other's skins (Himchan smearing spunk up and down Yongguk's six-pack with a finger in some very sexual form of admiration) as they both struggle to digest that this just happened and yes they've been cynically vexed up for each other for a prolonged period of time and Yongguk kinda sorta maybe wishes that despite Himchan's slight intoxication, the other would remember all of this in the morning, because as much as the first round hasn't even officially ended, Yongguk's pretty damn sure he's already craving for the second.
When Himchan tumbles out of the bed the next morning, bare torso entangled with his blankets, head searing with pain, that's when he realizes that something is missing. That's when he realizes that someone's huge lump of a body should've been next to him when he rolls around in bed and that he's actually expecting his face to land on a shoulder and not on the floor.
He ruffles his hair in indignation as he sits next to the bed, eyes barely open, as he questions the reason why his brain didn't support the supposed neurological motion his body chose to do.
Mornings are Himchan's worst enemies. Mornings, specifically ones that consist of hangovers and dry digestive tract organs of which are screaming in grave need of fresh water from the previous evening especially if you'd had unintentional over booze and... what...
Sex?
Himchan forces his eyes to adjust through the light of daybreak, his memory struggling to reconstruct the pieces from last night's events in vivid panic as he stares on the sheets in hopes that it holds the answers to the entire query in which he defiantly needs explanation.
Surprisingly, it does.
He pulls the covers over his head and around his body as he crawls toward the foot of the bed where he had a noticed a rose next to a small piece of paper, a note written in eligible handwriting. He leans closer to take a better look.
For a flamboyantly boisterous person,
You are such a sucker for romantic shit
Himchan remains to stare at the note, rereading the same lines again and again as the information slowly begins to sink in and make sense. He snaps his head up, narrowing his eyes in thought, only to look down on the note again half a second later with widened eyes.
"Bang... Yongguk."
"Young master, be careful, it's-"
Himchan spews out his coffee.
"-Hot."
The kitchen maid just stares at Himchan in pliant concern as he wipes his mouth with a table napkin-his face scrunched up-before starting to yell at the other maids in the dining area to provide him a cold glass of water.
"Put this away," Himchan orders, glaring at the cup with distaste as the kitchen maid follows suit.
His tongue feels numb but he sure is more awake now than he was ten minutes ago when his feet dragged him toward the kitchen table for anything to consume that may offer him a sense of grasping what's real and what's not and what might be a possible house prank of his little brother Junhong. Because not does he just remember bits and pieces of the night before, there are also love bites and a bunch of bruising marks all over his body to prove that he did have a screw-fest with his bodyguard.
Himchan assures a maid that he's fine when she asks why his face is burning red.
"Where's Junhong, by the way?" Himchan says, eager to change topic.
"He’s with Jongup and Yongguk, sir.”
“W...hy?”
“They’re tending the yard.”
Himchan might have completely overlooked the wide glass doors toward the mansion's back yard when he promenaded past it on his way down from his bedroom earlier, but this time, he pauses next to the doorway in hesitation, afraid to be spotted.
He breathes in and fractionally turns his head to sneak a look through the glass, raising an eyebrow when he sees Junhong and Jongup across the lawn, watering the flower bed and occasionally sprinkling each other as they laugh and squirm. Since when have they been this close?
And how come Yongguk's nowhere in sight?
"What are you peering at?" Someone mutters next Himchan's ear, startling him and causing him to spin and back up against the wall like a deer caught in the headlights. Yongguk is standing right in front of him, clad in a white wife beater and board shorts with a face towel hanging on his shoulder and Himchan, for some reason, tenses at the sight. He wonders why when he’s already caught sight of the other in a lesser amount of clothing (in none at all) but the accidental thought of it doesn’t help in making himself feel less flustered.
“I, um, was wondering where Junhong is,” is Himchan’s response, his voice coming out much squeakier than he expected.
Yongguk clutches on his towel, jabbing it on the sweat beats condensing on the side of his cheek. “Well, he’s been spending more time in the garden now,” Yongguk says. “For obvious reasons. Just decided to leave them alone for awhile.”
“Yeah, sure,” Himchan says, trying to look somewhere that's not Yongguk's eyes as he mentally curses his sudden disability on proper articulation.
“Um, so,” Yongguk begins again, licking his lower lip as his eyes falter in uncertainty. Himchan is nearing the presumption that the other's doing all of this on purpose for mere daunting intention (because they're Himchan and Yongguk, and they never not provoke each other.) “Did you like the rose?”
Himchan ends up choking on his spit when he's really just aiming to clear his throat. Now this just confirmed everything that's needs establishing. “The r-” cough, "-yeah it's-" hold it, "-thoughtful." (A rose the morning after casual sex? Really not freaky at all.)
Yongguk’s face suddenly lightens up (Himchan’s chest suddenly feels like it’s weighing him down.) "That's great," He smiles a really huge stupid smile that never fails to catch Himchan off guard, "I assumed you'd like it. I was right."
Try to be funny. Swat away the awkward air. "Yeah, I do like it, actually, except it looked like you just snapped it off from the garden and darted all the way back to the room."
Yongguk chuckles. (Nailed it.) "That's a pretty accurate prediction."
"I wasn't predicting but," Himchan forces on a smile, waving an imaginary flag between them in sham jubilee, "Yay, plus points for effort!" Okay... that wasn't part of the idea.
"Cute," Yongguk says, smiling idiotically for a few more seconds before seeming to realize something. He clears his throat and straightens up his stance. "Um, by the way, your father called me earlier, said he wanted us to be in the golf course at twelve sharp for the gathering."
"Okay," Himchan nods with vengeance, "I got it."
"So, I'm gonna go ahead," Yongguk nods back, reluctance apparent in his face again as he tries to walk away, "And take a sho-wait, what's that on your ear?" Yongguk turns back, narrowing his eyes on Himchan.
Himchan subconsciously backs up on the wall again. "What."
"Let me just..." Yongguk reaches his arm out for that something on Himchan's ear except his fingers doesn't land on Himchan's ear because it slides behind it on the side of the other's head and before Himchan can apprehend what's Yongguk trying to do, they were suddenly, out of the blue, in an inch-away physical proximity.
Then Yongguk's lips were on his.
The kiss is brief, but Himchan hears his heartbeat racing amidst it. And before he can deduce that he should really be drawing off, he tastes the coffee in Yongguk's tongue, and that's when his span of attentiveness is pretty much overtaken.
"Good morning, by the way," Yongguk says against Himchan's lips just as he pulls away, and it doesn't take another second for Himchan to realize that Yongguk's suppressing another stupid fucking smile in that certain way Himchan despises because it's so fucking cute and sexy at the same time and yet again he resists the urge to grab something-anything-to maybe hit Yongguk's face with.
When Yongguk's finally moved away from him up to the staircase, Himchan breathes out like he has ran out of oxygen and maybe he literally did. Shit, he thinks, that guy is definitely fucked up.
The glass door beside him opens. "Whoa, you okay, hyung?" Junhong inquires when he takes notice of Himchan. "What are you doing here? You look like you just ran a mile of desert."
"Believe me," Himchan puffs, "It's much worse than that."
"Shotgun!" Junhong announces fervently-stretching his right arm forward and his left arm backward like he's some lame superhero-as he steps down from the mansion's front into the driveway where their car's waiting.
Himchan's trailing not to far from behind him, heedlessly prodding his face with a tissue because the summer heat is no whimsy and he's unfortunately endowed with a serious case of sweating propensity (wearing a suit doesn't help.) "No, Junhong, we're riding on the back seat like the proper and professional Kim enterprise successors we are."
Himchan hands his used tissue by his side out at particularly nowhere, expecting any kind maid or random bodyguard to dispose it for him but Yongguk's at his side and he stares at the tissue with a grimaced face, plucking it off Himchan's fingers in confusion.
"Uh, let me think about it," Junhong says, face scrunched up as he pretends to give it an actual thought, then he straightens up and offers his brother a bored expression. "No."
Himchan grips on Junhong's arm as the younger proceeds to open the passenger seat door. "Junhong-"
Junhong groans, unlatching his fingers from the knob. "Jesus, hyung, it's just riding shotgun, and it's not like you act professional yourself."
Himchan knits his brows, Junhong's got him perfectly aggravated once again. "Don't talk to me like that."
"It's your fault, you're making a big deal out of a simple thing."
"Why do you have such a big mouth?"
"Why do you have such a big head?" Junhong bites back.
Yongguk nonchalantly glances between the brothers. "You both have that, if you ask me," He remarks.
"We didn't," Himchan turns to him.
"Yeah, we didn't," Junhong adds.
"Whoa, okay, two giant forces teaming up on me." Yongguk holds his hands up in surrender. "Can you insult each other in the car? We're getting late." Yongguk fishes the car keys out of his pocket and spins around to head to the driver's seat.
"I know what you did last night," Junhong sneers at his brother. "I'm telling dad."
Himchan's eyes widen. "Junhong-"
"Shotgun!" Junhong cries again as he ducks inside the passenger seat.
The tiny crowd cheers for the hundredth time after Mr. Kim's turn to hit the golf ball, making it his seventh goal in rapid succession. From afar, Himchan makes a face as he watches his dad's other colleagues-all in their golf attires, pat his father's back as they grin amongst themselves.
Himchan wonders what tremendously makes this a significant business gathering when they're obviously just having their leisure time with their families and relatives as an audience, but apparently, everyone's in their formal attires as if they're all in someone's after-wedding party. And what surprises Himchan even more, is that aside from him, all of them seem to be enjoying.
The audiences were staying in this wide shed in an uphill with a vantage point throughout the golf field enough to watch their dad or uncle or husband in an ultimately interesting golf play. Food and various desserts were being catered in this huge table, where Himchan is standing next to, surrounded by tables and by people with faces Himchan can barely remember seeing in his life.
Junhong is sitting and laughing with a bunch of mothers on one table, god knows what they're talking about. Yongguk's been poking around the food for thirty minutes.
"Cake?" Yongguk allures, appearing next to Himchan with his mouth full and with a small plate of red velvet, a chunk of it being stuck out next to Himchan's face with a fork.
"No, thanks." Himchan says.
"Cake," Yongguk prompts.
Himchan sighs. "No really, I'm fine-" Yongguk successively pushes the piece of dessert into Himchan's mouth. "Mmph!" Himchan wails.
Yongguk's eyes vanish into an amused smile as he wipes the excess icing off the side of Himchan's mouth with a thumb.
Himchan swats the other's hand off. "Will you stop that?" He complains as he chews on the cake, not having much choice. "We're in public."
Yongguk gives him an even funnier look.
"I mean don't do that. Like at all."
"Since when have you been sensitive about me touching you?"
"Oh my god, I'm going to dump that cake into your nose if you don't stop," Himchan threatens. Ineffectively.
"Stop what? I'm not even doing anything."
Himchan releases a lengthy aggravated groan.
Yongguk places down the plate on the table before crossing his arms in instigation. "So you do remember everything that happened last night."
"I don't," Himchan says in defiance.
Yongguk raises an eyebrow. "Do you want me to remind you?"
"You are a bag of dicks," Himchan declares through gritted teeth.
"That's a nice imagery."
"Fuck you."
"Fuck..." Yongguk points at himself before pointing at Himchan. "...You?"
Himchan steps on his foot and leaves.
"Ow! Sh...eep." Yongguk's lifts his foot back as he jumps around, wincing in pain, gradually gaining attention from the people around him. "I'm okay," He assures them, "This happens frequently!"
And that's how it happens. Frequently.
Yongguk became more confident with all the skinships. At times it'd merely be holding Himchan in the waist or over the shoulder or by the hand. During subliminal occasions, he'd pet Himchan's cheek or ruffle his hair (which the other would react to with animosity.) On rare instances, Yongguk would pull Himchan's sleepy head into his shoulder when they're both in the SUV's back seat and the car ride would lull the other to slumber.
Himchan would often times find himself resisting against the actions, either screeching or scolding Yongguk and glaring at the other for just laughing in beguilement. But sometimes, he'd warrant himself to submission, especially when he's just really in the peak of exhaustion and having someone carry his weight sounds like a great idea. Sometimes, he in turn would even wrap his arms around Yongguk's waist so he can have a much better angle in drooling all over his suit. Because sometimes, it'd feel a little too comfortable, a little too natural in a way that it seems like Himchan's notions are informing him that they're meant to be that way, that this is something he can get used to.
That's when Himchan starts to question where he actually stands.
It's an early Wednesday morning in the office when Himchan saunters out of the photocopy room only to bump into his bodyguard. But only irritation progresses to bubble up in his chest.
Himchan shakes his head, nudges Yongguk aside and pivots into the hallway toward his office. "I thought I told you to stay downstairs in the lobby and not bother me."
Yongguk pursues after him. "I'm not used to it."
"Being downstairs or not bothering me?"
"Both."
Himchan sighs, feeling a headache coming in soon.
"How come it seems like you're avoiding me?" Yongguk asks.
"I'm not avoiding you, I'm busy," Himchan reasons out as calmly as he can, because really, this is just the perfect excuse to ward off their enforced association and Himchan rights himself to enjoying the availability of it every now and then.
Yongguk tries to grab Himchan by the waist with one hand just as they both enter his office room but Himchan's impulse reaction is to recoil away from him.
"See! You're doing that again!" Himchan berates, slamming his files into his table and spinning back around to face Yongguk in an imperious manner.
"What's wrong?" Yongguk inquires, eyebrows furrowed as securely tucks his hand behind his back along with the other.
"We're not... supposed to be all touchy, Yongguk, because in case you're starting to forget, I'm your boss and you're my bodyguard." He explains, before throwing his hands up in resignation. "And fuck, these deeds are starting to confuse the hell out of me."
Yongguk resumes to look down on the floor. "Why?"
"Because," Himchan scoffs. "Because!" He inhales a sharp breath just as he crosses his arms. "What am I to you? Why are you doing these?" His voice drops. "What are we?"
Yongguk licks his lips, looking back up and allowing his gaze to land on Himchan again. They stare at each other for a moment, and Yongguk seems to be having internal second thoughts, Himchan knows, he's done enough anthropological research. Until, "You know, the answer to those questions, kind of depends on you," Yongguk says, "Do you wanna go out with me?"
Himchan realizes he's both fighting a gasp and a laugh and he doesn't know what to exude first so he's just standing there, mouth agape, looking retarded.
"Look, I know you remember what happened that night and it's just been too tricky to properly talk about it, but I haven't forgotten it since," Yongguk asserts. "I was just too much of an oaf to approach you because I knew you'd just shoo me off so I tried it out little by little. Which explains the touchiness."
Himchan just stares at Yongguk with an immense incredulity. He feels an invisible force lift off his momentarily annoyance from a few seconds ago, replaced by yet another heart-flipping feeling that makes him curl his toes from inside his leather shoes.
"Aren't you gonna say something?" Yongguk asks when Himchan doesn't respond.
"But... why? Is this just because I'm great in bed? Because that was just probably because I was drunk and insane."
"More than that, it's 'cause you're hell of an annoying shit," Yongguk blurts out eagerly, "And you talk a lot and you're blunt and you freaking don't know how to fry a simple egg," He scratches the back of his neck, vaguely diffident, "And I can deal with all that just perfectly. That's why."
"Okay," Himchan nods, still feigning indifference but his stomach's already knotting into a hundred twists.
"Okay, like, okay? Or okay like yes, you want to be romantically involved with me?"
"Okay, like, yes, I would love to be romantically involved with you, Bang Yongguk, you have such a way with your words." Himchan savors the fact that it's his turn to suppress a piquing smile. "I'm dating my bodyguard," He announces, more to himself than anyone else.
Yup, just like that.
"Do you want a contract with that?" Yongguk proposes.
Himchan laughs a bit coyly.
"We should have a date tonight." Yongguk cracks a grin. "Actually, that's not a request. Since we're now officially dating, it's kinda obligatory for you to come with me."
"This just may have gotten you even more overconfident but, sure." Himchan bites his lip, an attempt to obscure his smile as an idea pops into his head. "But first," He slowly mosies his way toward Yongguk, fingers wrapping around the other's tie in an instant, "Round two?" He suggests.
"Here?" Yongguk looks around. "I thought you were busy."
"Nah, was just avoiding you," Himchan affirms with a shrug. "We can use the couch, though."
Himchan, self-admittedly, possesses a spectacular ability in figuring people out, but with Yongguk, that capacity has always been rendered void. That's why he's taken by colossal surprise again, when Yongguk takes him somewhere he isn't expecting to be brought to that night-the crowded night life streets of Myeongdong.
Two formally-clothed males worming through the masses with tight-held hands? Definitely not much of a usual sight. But Yongguk proves his tenacity about the entire situation by dragging his new boyfriend in front of a fish cake stall, a smile finding its permanent residency on his face. The kind vendor lady takes their payment with a smile, not before telling them how dashing they look next to each other.
"Street food date? Really?" Himchan confronts with amusement as he carefully consumes his first fish cake stick. The two of them has began strolling down the street surrounded with bright illumination vividly contrasting the dark sky.
"Oh, come on, give me a chance," Yongguk manages to say in the midst of wolfing down half a fishcake, "I've never had a street food date."
"Me neither but, you know," Himchan reiterates, "I had been expecting a classy resto, violin music and oh-wait-let me think, a hundred percent surely safe food."
"You are so primitive," Yongguk remarks. "No one does that on first dates anymore, Himchan. But... you can wait until maybe our fiftieth anniversary."
Himchan snorts. "So you're saying that we're going to have a fiftieth anniversary."
"Yes, of course," Yongguk states.
"This is our first date, are you really confirming that now? You're just so..."
"Outrageous?" Yongguk aids cooperatively.
"I was gonna say crazy."
"For you?" Yongguk grins even wider. "Definitely."
Himchan breaks into a laughing fit, almost dropping his fish cakes down the asphalt. "Oh, really, and you're calling me primitive? That's like a pickup line from the ice age!"
"Look at your ears, it's all red," Yongguk prompts. "You're totally falling for me fast and hard."
And Himchan may have laughed again but internally he thinks with a shrug, that's long been accomplished, chief.
They advance through the streets, continuing in venturing through the food stalls in a bold attempt to try out all the available street chow while they had the time. Himchan admits that he isn't very familiar with more than half of the food they've tried, causing Yongguk to question him if he's really even Korean as continuously stuffs various grubs into the other's mouth until Himchan is wholly assured that Yongguk just wants him to get fat until he'd have to be rolled back into the SUV like a humongous barrel. (But that's okay, besides he doesn't even remember the last time he's ever enjoyed being with anyone just as much as he does with Yongguk now.)
As much as the sudden realization of his attraction involuntarily blossomed up from all the annoyance and irritation and protests that he doesn't need personal security, there are a handful of things about Yongguk that Himchan may profess he had been taking for granted.
Sure the guy had somehow turned his world upside down and changed the lifestyle he's used to having (home, work, home, work) but they were in a good way. Yongguk, doesn't just make a good bodyguard after all, he's a great companion as well. Yongguk makes it a point to assure Himchan's always within his line of sight (rhetorically), he'd tuck Himchan in his blankets when the other was just too worn out with work that he had rushed out his pre-slumber activity so he could collapse into his bed sooner, and Yongguk would make certain that Himchan's eating his meals between hectic schedules. These are just a few of the things Yongguk does for Himchan that Himchan doesn't always pay attention to. But he realizes, it sure is pretty great to be genuinely taken care of.
Maybe it's high time he considers Yongguk's advice of taking a break from work and traveling somewhere nice for a while. (So he can marvel more on the 'genuinely being taken care of' part.)
"Are we going to tell dad?" Himchan asks in a semi-whisper as they lounge side by side by the creek barrier, cans of root beer in hand as they rave on their full stomachs and sore feet.
Yongguk eyes the commotion from across the street, there's a lingering smell of alcohol hovering on the air around them. He looks at Himchan. "He already knows."
"What." Himchan blinks. "How come things just happen without me knowing? What're you gonna tell me next? That Jongup and Junhong are already dating?"
"Caught them making out the other day, so probably."
"What," Himchan repeats.
"See, Junhong already told your dad that he thinks we're already going out before today," Yongguk explains. "Then your pop called me like a few hours later to ask me if it's true."
"So?" Himchan leans in curiously, eyebrows furrowing. "What did you say?"
Yongguk shrugs.
"What did you say?" Himchan pesters, nudging at Yongguk with an elbow.
"I said we aren't." Yongguk flashes a knowing smile. "At least not yet."
Himchan had almost frowned.
"Then he was like, 'Then when the hell are you going to get your balls out there and ask him out?'" Yongguk says, playfully mimicking Mr. Kim's voice.
Himchan jestingly hits the back of Yongguk's head. (He feels his heart floating along with the smell of alcohol in the air.)
"Ow!" Yongguk complains.
"My father is unbelievable," Himchan shakes his head in disbelief.
Yongguk starts rubbing the back of his head, wincing. "You are too."
Himchan plants his gaze on Yongguk's face, eyes boring resolutely into the other's eyes. "Did he really, honestly think I had such feeble tastes?"
Yongguk straightens his face, perfectly upholding the condemnatory judging glare Himchan sports in his face all the time. "What are you trying to imply?"
Himchan merely chuckles before kissing the other on the nose.
"Italia, here I go!" Someone with an Italian accent cries from across the plane hangar.
Himchan pauses mid-sentence and minutely turns away from instructing Youngjae about handling the work load he's going to be leaving off for a week and spins around to see Yongguk pacing inside the covered premises, dressed in travel-friendly casual clothes, with his suitcase in tow and sunglasses in check. Himchan places his hands on his waists, offering Yongguk a look of concern from a few yards away.
"Yongguk, jesus, what are you... Is that a mustache?" Himchan raises his voice, narrowing his eyes at the curved hairy thing just above Yongguk's lips.
Yongguk displays a shit-eating grin just as he steps right in front of Himchan, allowing a stewardess to clutch on his baggage to be secured inside their personal jet. "Bought it from a toy store yesterday, I got a bit excited," He says as he takes off his sunglasses, giving Himchan a kiss on the temple.
From over Yongguk's shoulder, Himchan notices the SUV door which Yongguk climbed down from open once again. "Is that-"
"Roma, I'm coming for you!" Junhong hollers much exactly the way Yongguk did a few seconds ago as he crosses the hangar (still featuring the stereotype Italian brogue) and Himchan plants his face on his hand and groans in secondhand humiliation. (He hears the attendants by the plane giggling by themselves.)
"What's he doing here," Himchan grumbles, making his statement appear more as a declaration of dread and less as a question.
"He wanted to tag along," Yongguk discloses, nervously glancing at Junhong's choice of outfit for the day (something that doesn't really need to be elaborated on.) "I couldn't say no because your pop already allowed him to come."
Himchan angrily glares at his boyfriend. "You should've said no, this is our trip!"
"Is there a problem?" Junhong inquires when he graciously stops by their side, poshly gesturing at a bodyguard to transfer his belongings into the plane.
Yongguk straightens up and shakes his head. "No!" He affirms, statement wrapped with the same accent from earlier. "Nothing at all!"
"Can you quit with the accent?" Himchan demands.
Junhong clicked his tongue, eyes on Yongguk's fake maw hair. "Should've bought a mustache too."
Himchan makes a face when Yongguk gives his little brother a thumbs up. "Really."
"It'll make you feel more... Italian."
Himchan saves the hitting fest for some time later because someone's phone starts ringing-Junhong's. The youngest jolts, grabbing his phone from his back pocket and hauling it out on loud speaker after he realizes who the caller is. "Dad!" He chimes. "We're about to board!"
"Great!" Mr. Kim booms from the other line, Himchan can hear the brash smirk in his voice (something both Himchan and Junhong's chromosomes never failed to psychologically acquire.) "Just wanted to tell you guys to enjoy and to not give Himchan too much headaches!"
"Thanks, dad," Himchan mutters with depleted energy.
"Oh, and one more thing, is Yongguk listening?"
Yongguk lends out his ear, raising a questioning eyebrow at Himchan just in case he has any idea what Mr. Kim's up to. Himchan gestures something between a shrug and a head-shake toward him. "Yes sir?" Yongguk speaks firmly into the speaker.
"You're fired."
"What?!" All of them screeches (mostly Himchan, but yes, all of them.)
Mr. Kim starts guffawing, sounding like a choking lion. "Just kidding, I'm promoting you to head of security!"
Yongguk's brows disappear behind his fringe in mild surprise as Mr. Kim erupts into a full-out explanation about what the head of security does and how he'd be contacted and salary matters and how he's extremely thrilled that Himchan has grown to be able to handle walking his own two feet that he doesn't need a bodyguard anymore.
"Say you're not accepting it," Himchan aggressively mouths next to him.
"Why not?" Yongguk mouths back.
"Too much work."
"It's a promotion! I'm accepting it."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"-And as per usual, I know you'd still be doing a great job in this field despite your coquettish philandering with my son. You have proved yourself a trustworthy employer, Bang Yongguk."
"Of course, Mr. Kim!" Yongguk affirms brightly into the speaker complete with a smile Himchan finds himself just getting pissed off with. "Thank you for this incredibly formal promotion, I promise I'll do my best according to your needs but we must really board the plane now, so, see ya in a week, sir!"
Yongguk manically twirls around to head for the plane's stairs to avoid yet another enraged version of Kim Himchan but the latter still catches up to him whilst somehow hissing, "I hate you! I thought you're supposed to work as my personal bodyguard forever this'll just cause us to have lesser time together!"
Junhong shrugs-just another tiny couple argument, normal occurrence-and lazily brings back his gaze down to his phone.
"Junhong?"
"Yes, dad?"
"Make sure those two doesn't do anything stupid."
Junhong makes a face. "Oh, so just because they're a dating now, I'm automatically their personal bodyguard? Is that why you promoted him? I'm not coming to this trip for this!"
The line cuts off, dial tone turning up within a second.
"Dad? Dad!"
Moral of the story? Sometimes, you just really got to have to burn down a kitchen to meet the love of your life. (Because fate can occasionally be a lazy ass too.)