Behind the Sex - Chapter 14
Title: Behind the Sex
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13
”Hello, came to visit.” Kibum greeted with a polite smile, bowing slightly to the receptionist who only spared him a short glance to match a face to the voice she heard. “Does Kevin have a schedule already?”
“Kevin? Yeah well, popular with the men, so he has the coming five days all booked as well.” The receptionist shrugged as she briefly scanned the said escort’s schedule, trying to add a comforting tone in her voice since Kibum was a potential customer. Although his inquisitive nature is more than just a little suspicious, he had not stirred up any trouble for the brothel in the approximately two months that he bought Kevin’s services. “Want to book the earliest slot, six days later?”
“Yeah, put my name there then.” Kibum nodded, deciding there was probably nothing he could do in these six days then. Kevin would be too busy to entertain him, so maybe he should make use of the time to think up of some ways to get Kevin to further drop those barriers he still had. If he was still unable to think up of any other ways for that purpose, then maybe he should think of what he should do in the twelve hours he was going to have with Kevin.
Twelve hours was pretty long a period of time, afterall.
And Kibum obviously intended to use every second of it.
“You know that he’s an escort right? Seven million won for twelve hours, fixed price.” The women asked as she penned down “the young and rather handsome customer” on the date six days later. They needn’t know their customers’ names since they have this privacy policy that they follow. Most of their patrons are pretty powerful and it would be best not to know their names just in case they slip the information out.
It wasn’t a good thing to be visiting the brothel, the receptionist knew. But well, this place paid her pretty generously.
Who knows? Maybe this young man before her was waiting for the old man back at home to die so he could inherit a multinational company or something. Judging from how often he buys Kevin’s services, even more loyally than the other older men, he must be one rich heir.
The receptionist then returned to whatever she was doing at her desk, leaving Kibum to lounge around while thinking of ways to waste those six days away. He was too used to being around Kevin to know what he usually did on days he spent alone.
“How could you be so careless? We all knew this day was coming!” The big buff guy Kibum had met on the first day he stepped into the brothel yelled in frustration to the man following behind like a tamed kitten. “Stupid, good for nothing!”
The receptionist looked up from where she was sitting and her gaze was tentatively locked with Kibum’s. Apparently, his presence wasn’t too much of a bother, since the lady quickly looked around for the person she was about to talk to instead of glaring at him or something. “What’s wrong?”
“Kevin needs a driver! Where are we going to find a driver at such a time? He’s leaving at ten!” The man growled, raising a fist and taking in a deep breath, as if using every bit of self-control left in him to not punch the smaller and rather lanky man. “Argh!”
Driver? Like, chauffeur?
Wow, no wonder Kevin liked the idea of being promoted. He sounds a lot fancier right now, with someone driving him around and having to spend quality time with a man for twelve hours. From what he heard, even the sex is optional, though the choice is obviously the customer’s.
The lady frowned worriedly, fishing out her phone in response to the piece of information. “Do you guys have any contact on your phones who might be able to stand-in? He would only have to last for a day and we can try to get a permanent one within the time.”
“We tried that.” A rather deadpanned look, saying something like “I’m smarter than what I look like”. “And I have to settle some idiot who treated our people as a free night, and he has to go substitute the sick driver for Elaine.”
The bigger man was prodding his finger rather forcefully at the smaller man’s shoulder, while the smaller man was trying his best not to whine out loud. The receptionist didn’t reply, checking her contacts for anyone who might be available.
“I’ll do it.” Kibum cut in, smiling amiably. “You need a chauffeur for Kevin, I’ll do it. How much do you pay?”
The three looked at him, two of them suspiciously, the last one’s face shining with hope. Kibum waited calmly, when the buff man, seemingly agreeable with the plan, raised his hand towards the receptionist as if cueing for her to talk.
“We pay 15,000 won an hour but we expect you to be available at every second, every hour, and every day. We don’t have a fixed contract but if you were to leave, you would have to tell us beforehand and we would only let you go if we can find a replacement. In a month of thirty days, we will then pay you 10,800,000 won, an additional 360,000 won if the month has thirty one days.” The woman replied professionally, pausing to see if Kibum was catching on.
“Mm, go on.” Kibum nodded with another smile, while the buff man started staring at him from top to toe as if gauging or memorising his looks or something. Maybe he wanted to gorge his guts out if he dared run away from this responsibility or something. Kibum didn’t mind, focusing his attention on the idea of getting a job.
This job means extra cash, since he was going to run low on it despite his father’s money, if he was going to visit Kevin so much. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he had planned to visit Kevin daily from the start of the project. It just ended up this way and Kibum was sure he would need some extra cash. Even if he had to work a month to earn enough for only twelve hours of Kevin’s companion.
“No touching, hanky-panky and whatever with Kevin while you are his driver. You can of course still buy his time, but these would have to go through us and should not take up the time that was appointed by another customer. There would, also, not be a special price for you.” The receptionist said, almost in a warning tone. She brought out a paper from a drawer seemingly to check what other rules she had to state.
“But of course.” Kibum nodded with a slight shrug, subtly pointing out how obvious that was. He didn’t want a special price either. Imagine if some other man was the chauffeur instead, and he could have Kevin’s time for a cheaper price - as if putting a price to Kevin’s body wasn’t bad enough already.
“There are other things to be said, but you can consult Kevin on it since they aren’t all that important. There’s one that goes if the customer that first bought his twelve hours let him go, someone else can book him for the remaining time, but the price is the same.” The receptionist finished, seemingly pleased with the way Kibum was taking in everything. “We usually don’t have such sudden appointments, but because you’re a customer and you will know Kevin’s schedule, you could buy his time so abruptly. Please remember to contact us, though. We need to take care of the finances and all…”
Basically, they want to make sure he pays.
“Got them all down. Do I start now? When’s his first appointment?” Kibum questioned, noticing the buff man was leaving to probably punch some idiot and the other man was moving to the backdoor probably for what he was supposed to do. Kibum forgot what it was.
“Last question.” The receptionist paused, and Kibum really wanted to point out that she hadn’t really been posing questions. Keeping quiet was always a good option, though. “Do you have a driving license?”
Kibum almost laughed out loud, almost. He hid his smile and brought out his wallet, flashing the said card. “Here.”
“Well then, leave at ten with Kevin. Here’s the car keys, keep it with you, and your car should be at lot number fourteen, probably black. You can do whatever you want between now to ten o’clock, even visiting Kevin but please don’t obstruct him in whatever dressing up he’s most likely doing. And if you do want to visit him, I would have to inform him, since he’s rather snappy about it.” The lady somewhat rolled her eyes at the somewhat sassy behaviour of Kevin’s, before looking back up at Kibum with a blink. “Wait, I think your name would be useful. What is it?”
“Kibum.” Kibum stated, a little amused at the way the receptionist asked for his name. “It’s okay, I’ll go get a bottle of drink at the convenience store nearby while waiting.”
“Do whatever you want.” She nonchalantly stated. “Oh, and we’ll pay you in cash at the end of the month.”
Kibum replied that he understood and left, seeing that the receptionist went back to whatever she was doing. He was paid in cash? Such a big amount? Well, either the brothel doesn’t want to transfer too much money in case the bank becomes suspicious, which he actually highly doubted the possibility since banks don’t care about such things, or that they manage the money their prostitutes and escorts earn without handing it over to the bank. Cars in some car park this brothel had…he wondered if it would be a modern new car with sleek interior.
That might explain where all the money went.
But firstly, he shall quench his thirst. Then, he’ll go quench his curiousity’s.
-
Kibum had seen Kevin coming, analysing the way he dressed differently. He was wearing a pale blue dress shirt that had white collars and cuffs, with a black cardigan buttoned to about mid-chest area. A matching black dress pants were worn, and Kevin was even wearing leather shoes to finish the whole look. Seems like he has some proper escorting duties to do.
Kevin jerked slightly with widened eyes when he saw Kibum lounging around the receptionist’s desk area. Kibum stopped himself from smiling despite the strong urge to do otherwise, waiting to see how Kevin would treat him. Like a stranger, harshly, asking him why he was here like he did on the second day they met? Or a smile, either due to being used to his random presences here and there or already treating him as a friend.
Kevin’s reaction didn’t disappoint him. The younger man broke out into a smile, a soft giggle even, cocking his head to a side cutely. “Why are you here? I’m busy though.”
“To meet you for the one second you would spare me.” Kibum said seriously, standing up and walking towards Kevin with eyes intense. He reached out a hand and cupped Kevin’s face with it, as the younger leaned gently against his warmth, eyes closing slowly, seemingly immersing himself in the tenderness for a moment.
Kibum’s heart skipped a beat. Was Kevin willing to spare him more than one second even if he wasn’t a customer currently?
“Funny.” Kevin smiled, then pulling away from the touch. “I never knew you had nothing better to do. Don’t you have school?”
“Kevin, Kibum, leave now.” The receptionist said rather discontentedly, folding her arms. Kibum could almost imagine her tapping her foot impatiently as well, and so many other actions that would look rather comical when put together.
Kevin blinked, when Kibum held onto his wrist and brought him through the backdoor where only staff walk in and out through. If Kevin remembered correctly, that led to the car park. What was Kibum bringing him there for?
“You’re…” Kevin frowned at the back view of Kibum’s, eyes staring at his hair as if trying to read his mind. “You’re not my driver, are you?”
“Right on spot, I’m your chauffeur, Kim Kibum. Please to be at your service.” Kibum let go of Kevin’s wrist and spun around, smiling brilliantly. He gave a bow, before putting his two hands before him, clasped together. “May I lead you to the car?”
Kevin laughed, punching his shoulders but walking alongside him anyway. “Stop kidding me. I don’t believe they would let you do this. And I don’t believe you would do this.”
Kibum stopped at lot number fourteen, eyes tentatively blinded by beauty of the car. Kibum was so sure he had seen this model two months ago on the newspaper, the interior made of pure leather and the tires matching the car very appropriately. It seemed to be polished clean, and not one part of it seemed to have been used before. The steering wheel was very well aligned, seatbelts showing no hints of being pulled before, and the seats didn’t have any impressions on them.
And the fact that almost every other car in the car park looked like that made him gawk.
This place was rich.
“But then, where’s my driver?” Kevin sighed, checking his watch. “I’m going to be late at this rate.”
Kibum snapped out of his trance, raising the car keys that he had been handed earlier before Kevin’s eyes as if trying to hypnotise him. “I’m not kidding, I’m chauffeuring you about.”
Then it was Kevin’s turn to gawk, especially so when Kibum unlocked the car with a simple press of the button on the car keys. It let out a beep, signalling that it was ready to go. Kibum then went to the rear door of the car and opened it widely, beaming at Kevin.
“What?” Kevin blinked, legs mechanically moving themselves and then entering the car with Kibum closing the door for him. Kibum then did a short jog to the other side of the car, before entering the driver’s seat, rather pleased with Kevin’s response. “I’ll be sending you to Grand InterContinental hotel, please make your way to the ballroom yourself and contact me when you’re done. I will then be fetching you to your next appointment.”
“Cut it out.” Kevin frowned, almost glaring at Kibum. “Use that tone once more I’ll beat the heck out of you.”
“All right, I was just having fun roleplaying.” Kibum chuckled, a lot more positive that Kevin was really warming up to him. He wanted to tease Kevin about his lack of strength to really “beat the heck out of” himself, but decided against it. “Anyway, call me so I can bring you to the next guy. I already have your number because the receptionist gave it over, so I’ll call your number right now and you just have to save the number.”
“Better.” Kevin nodded, seemingly a lot more at ease with Kibum’s change in tone.
Kibum then multi-tasked between starting the engine of the car and calling the saved number on his phone, leaving the phone aside for the call to connect while he moved the car out of the rather huge lot. Kevin leaned forward from behind to cancel the call, saving Kibum’s number on his own phone from the missed call.
Kevin pouted slightly at the new number, seemingly wondering what to do with it. With Kibum’s phone also in his hands, he checked the contact list for his name, which was pretty easy a task considering how short Kibum’s contact’s list was. Shaking his head at the mundane contact information of him, Kevin then turned on the camera function on Kibum’s phone, taking a photo of himself with a pretty smile.
He edited his own contact information by adding his photo, smiling contentedly before placing Kibum’s phone where he had found it. Searching for the camera function he hardly used on his own phone, Kevin then waited for one of the traffic light to turn red, another pout forming when the wait lasted too long.
Finally, Kevin thought, while Kibum slowed down the car.
“Kibum!” Kevin called brightly, holding his phone in place in anticipation of Kibum’s face appearing on the screen. “Big smile!”
Kibum chuckled at Kevin’s call, turning around and realising the younger’s intention too late. He raised an eyebrow, looking at Kevin smile happily at his phone’s screen. “You were taking a picture of me?”
“Yeah, to put beside your name.” Kevin stated lightly, probably editing Kibum’s contact information to add the picture. “Your phone has me too.”
Secretly, Kevin had been wanting to do this. His phone only had some food deliveries hotlines, and the brothel’s number. He had never kept in contact with any customers to draw a line, but since Kibum was now his driver, the line became blurred. He was an acquaintance, but Kevin secretly thought of him also as a friend. And childish acts like placing the person’s photo on the contact information was something he had long wanted to do. Only that he didn’t have a true individual on his contact list to ever do so.
Kibum smiled faintly at the smile beside Kevin’s name. He forced himself to put the phone away and concentrate on driving, but a part of him believed that smile was genuine. Kevin had did it willingly, now leaving traces of himself in Kibum’s world.
Today might just be the happiest day of his life. Was it because his love was reciprocated, even if it was almost like a friendly gesture?
The car ride was pretty relaxing, Kevin and him chatting about random things from the new building project they saw to a flashy sports car that overtook them. The atmosphere was so natural that Kibum mocked himself for actually fussing about what to say when he drives Kevin to his appointment earlier in the morning.
Except that God always had a way to be fair.
When there was something for Kibum to be happy about, something bitter just had to hit him on the head. Realisation dawned on him when he stopped his car at the hotel’s lobby, and Kevin waved slightly to him as he alighted from the car. Kibum managed a smile, clenching his fist away from Kevin’s line of sight, and maintaining that smile until Kevin disappeared from his view.
He was sending Kevin into the arms of someone else.
And he couldn’t do a thing about it.
Kibum brought his hands from his sides to the steering wheel, clutching onto it so tightly he would have suffocated it if it was breathing. The twist that pained his heart so excruciatingly, the thought of Kevin smiling mindlessly in another man’s embrace.
When had he fallen so deeply?
A honk from the car behind and the standing valets frantically trying to usher him away woke him up. He nodded apologetically, then driving away from where he was to search for a car park to temporarily park his car while waiting for Kevin.
Kibum smiled bitterly, sighing. He was so pathetic, so, so pathetic.
-
Kibum is like, ubiquitous :3.
Now he's even a driver! Nyahahaha. XD
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13
”Hello, came to visit.” Kibum greeted with a polite smile, bowing slightly to the receptionist who only spared him a short glance to match a face to the voice she heard. “Does Kevin have a schedule already?”
“Kevin? Yeah well, popular with the men, so he has the coming five days all booked as well.” The receptionist shrugged as she briefly scanned the said escort’s schedule, trying to add a comforting tone in her voice since Kibum was a potential customer. Although his inquisitive nature is more than just a little suspicious, he had not stirred up any trouble for the brothel in the approximately two months that he bought Kevin’s services. “Want to book the earliest slot, six days later?”
“Yeah, put my name there then.” Kibum nodded, deciding there was probably nothing he could do in these six days then. Kevin would be too busy to entertain him, so maybe he should make use of the time to think up of some ways to get Kevin to further drop those barriers he still had. If he was still unable to think up of any other ways for that purpose, then maybe he should think of what he should do in the twelve hours he was going to have with Kevin.
Twelve hours was pretty long a period of time, afterall.
And Kibum obviously intended to use every second of it.
“You know that he’s an escort right? Seven million won for twelve hours, fixed price.” The women asked as she penned down “the young and rather handsome customer” on the date six days later. They needn’t know their customers’ names since they have this privacy policy that they follow. Most of their patrons are pretty powerful and it would be best not to know their names just in case they slip the information out.
It wasn’t a good thing to be visiting the brothel, the receptionist knew. But well, this place paid her pretty generously.
Who knows? Maybe this young man before her was waiting for the old man back at home to die so he could inherit a multinational company or something. Judging from how often he buys Kevin’s services, even more loyally than the other older men, he must be one rich heir.
The receptionist then returned to whatever she was doing at her desk, leaving Kibum to lounge around while thinking of ways to waste those six days away. He was too used to being around Kevin to know what he usually did on days he spent alone.
“How could you be so careless? We all knew this day was coming!” The big buff guy Kibum had met on the first day he stepped into the brothel yelled in frustration to the man following behind like a tamed kitten. “Stupid, good for nothing!”
The receptionist looked up from where she was sitting and her gaze was tentatively locked with Kibum’s. Apparently, his presence wasn’t too much of a bother, since the lady quickly looked around for the person she was about to talk to instead of glaring at him or something. “What’s wrong?”
“Kevin needs a driver! Where are we going to find a driver at such a time? He’s leaving at ten!” The man growled, raising a fist and taking in a deep breath, as if using every bit of self-control left in him to not punch the smaller and rather lanky man. “Argh!”
Driver? Like, chauffeur?
Wow, no wonder Kevin liked the idea of being promoted. He sounds a lot fancier right now, with someone driving him around and having to spend quality time with a man for twelve hours. From what he heard, even the sex is optional, though the choice is obviously the customer’s.
The lady frowned worriedly, fishing out her phone in response to the piece of information. “Do you guys have any contact on your phones who might be able to stand-in? He would only have to last for a day and we can try to get a permanent one within the time.”
“We tried that.” A rather deadpanned look, saying something like “I’m smarter than what I look like”. “And I have to settle some idiot who treated our people as a free night, and he has to go substitute the sick driver for Elaine.”
The bigger man was prodding his finger rather forcefully at the smaller man’s shoulder, while the smaller man was trying his best not to whine out loud. The receptionist didn’t reply, checking her contacts for anyone who might be available.
“I’ll do it.” Kibum cut in, smiling amiably. “You need a chauffeur for Kevin, I’ll do it. How much do you pay?”
The three looked at him, two of them suspiciously, the last one’s face shining with hope. Kibum waited calmly, when the buff man, seemingly agreeable with the plan, raised his hand towards the receptionist as if cueing for her to talk.
“We pay 15,000 won an hour but we expect you to be available at every second, every hour, and every day. We don’t have a fixed contract but if you were to leave, you would have to tell us beforehand and we would only let you go if we can find a replacement. In a month of thirty days, we will then pay you 10,800,000 won, an additional 360,000 won if the month has thirty one days.” The woman replied professionally, pausing to see if Kibum was catching on.
“Mm, go on.” Kibum nodded with another smile, while the buff man started staring at him from top to toe as if gauging or memorising his looks or something. Maybe he wanted to gorge his guts out if he dared run away from this responsibility or something. Kibum didn’t mind, focusing his attention on the idea of getting a job.
This job means extra cash, since he was going to run low on it despite his father’s money, if he was going to visit Kevin so much. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he had planned to visit Kevin daily from the start of the project. It just ended up this way and Kibum was sure he would need some extra cash. Even if he had to work a month to earn enough for only twelve hours of Kevin’s companion.
“No touching, hanky-panky and whatever with Kevin while you are his driver. You can of course still buy his time, but these would have to go through us and should not take up the time that was appointed by another customer. There would, also, not be a special price for you.” The receptionist said, almost in a warning tone. She brought out a paper from a drawer seemingly to check what other rules she had to state.
“But of course.” Kibum nodded with a slight shrug, subtly pointing out how obvious that was. He didn’t want a special price either. Imagine if some other man was the chauffeur instead, and he could have Kevin’s time for a cheaper price - as if putting a price to Kevin’s body wasn’t bad enough already.
“There are other things to be said, but you can consult Kevin on it since they aren’t all that important. There’s one that goes if the customer that first bought his twelve hours let him go, someone else can book him for the remaining time, but the price is the same.” The receptionist finished, seemingly pleased with the way Kibum was taking in everything. “We usually don’t have such sudden appointments, but because you’re a customer and you will know Kevin’s schedule, you could buy his time so abruptly. Please remember to contact us, though. We need to take care of the finances and all…”
Basically, they want to make sure he pays.
“Got them all down. Do I start now? When’s his first appointment?” Kibum questioned, noticing the buff man was leaving to probably punch some idiot and the other man was moving to the backdoor probably for what he was supposed to do. Kibum forgot what it was.
“Last question.” The receptionist paused, and Kibum really wanted to point out that she hadn’t really been posing questions. Keeping quiet was always a good option, though. “Do you have a driving license?”
Kibum almost laughed out loud, almost. He hid his smile and brought out his wallet, flashing the said card. “Here.”
“Well then, leave at ten with Kevin. Here’s the car keys, keep it with you, and your car should be at lot number fourteen, probably black. You can do whatever you want between now to ten o’clock, even visiting Kevin but please don’t obstruct him in whatever dressing up he’s most likely doing. And if you do want to visit him, I would have to inform him, since he’s rather snappy about it.” The lady somewhat rolled her eyes at the somewhat sassy behaviour of Kevin’s, before looking back up at Kibum with a blink. “Wait, I think your name would be useful. What is it?”
“Kibum.” Kibum stated, a little amused at the way the receptionist asked for his name. “It’s okay, I’ll go get a bottle of drink at the convenience store nearby while waiting.”
“Do whatever you want.” She nonchalantly stated. “Oh, and we’ll pay you in cash at the end of the month.”
Kibum replied that he understood and left, seeing that the receptionist went back to whatever she was doing. He was paid in cash? Such a big amount? Well, either the brothel doesn’t want to transfer too much money in case the bank becomes suspicious, which he actually highly doubted the possibility since banks don’t care about such things, or that they manage the money their prostitutes and escorts earn without handing it over to the bank. Cars in some car park this brothel had…he wondered if it would be a modern new car with sleek interior.
That might explain where all the money went.
But firstly, he shall quench his thirst. Then, he’ll go quench his curiousity’s.
-
Kibum had seen Kevin coming, analysing the way he dressed differently. He was wearing a pale blue dress shirt that had white collars and cuffs, with a black cardigan buttoned to about mid-chest area. A matching black dress pants were worn, and Kevin was even wearing leather shoes to finish the whole look. Seems like he has some proper escorting duties to do.
Kevin jerked slightly with widened eyes when he saw Kibum lounging around the receptionist’s desk area. Kibum stopped himself from smiling despite the strong urge to do otherwise, waiting to see how Kevin would treat him. Like a stranger, harshly, asking him why he was here like he did on the second day they met? Or a smile, either due to being used to his random presences here and there or already treating him as a friend.
Kevin’s reaction didn’t disappoint him. The younger man broke out into a smile, a soft giggle even, cocking his head to a side cutely. “Why are you here? I’m busy though.”
“To meet you for the one second you would spare me.” Kibum said seriously, standing up and walking towards Kevin with eyes intense. He reached out a hand and cupped Kevin’s face with it, as the younger leaned gently against his warmth, eyes closing slowly, seemingly immersing himself in the tenderness for a moment.
Kibum’s heart skipped a beat. Was Kevin willing to spare him more than one second even if he wasn’t a customer currently?
“Funny.” Kevin smiled, then pulling away from the touch. “I never knew you had nothing better to do. Don’t you have school?”
“Kevin, Kibum, leave now.” The receptionist said rather discontentedly, folding her arms. Kibum could almost imagine her tapping her foot impatiently as well, and so many other actions that would look rather comical when put together.
Kevin blinked, when Kibum held onto his wrist and brought him through the backdoor where only staff walk in and out through. If Kevin remembered correctly, that led to the car park. What was Kibum bringing him there for?
“You’re…” Kevin frowned at the back view of Kibum’s, eyes staring at his hair as if trying to read his mind. “You’re not my driver, are you?”
“Right on spot, I’m your chauffeur, Kim Kibum. Please to be at your service.” Kibum let go of Kevin’s wrist and spun around, smiling brilliantly. He gave a bow, before putting his two hands before him, clasped together. “May I lead you to the car?”
Kevin laughed, punching his shoulders but walking alongside him anyway. “Stop kidding me. I don’t believe they would let you do this. And I don’t believe you would do this.”
Kibum stopped at lot number fourteen, eyes tentatively blinded by beauty of the car. Kibum was so sure he had seen this model two months ago on the newspaper, the interior made of pure leather and the tires matching the car very appropriately. It seemed to be polished clean, and not one part of it seemed to have been used before. The steering wheel was very well aligned, seatbelts showing no hints of being pulled before, and the seats didn’t have any impressions on them.
And the fact that almost every other car in the car park looked like that made him gawk.
This place was rich.
“But then, where’s my driver?” Kevin sighed, checking his watch. “I’m going to be late at this rate.”
Kibum snapped out of his trance, raising the car keys that he had been handed earlier before Kevin’s eyes as if trying to hypnotise him. “I’m not kidding, I’m chauffeuring you about.”
Then it was Kevin’s turn to gawk, especially so when Kibum unlocked the car with a simple press of the button on the car keys. It let out a beep, signalling that it was ready to go. Kibum then went to the rear door of the car and opened it widely, beaming at Kevin.
“What?” Kevin blinked, legs mechanically moving themselves and then entering the car with Kibum closing the door for him. Kibum then did a short jog to the other side of the car, before entering the driver’s seat, rather pleased with Kevin’s response. “I’ll be sending you to Grand InterContinental hotel, please make your way to the ballroom yourself and contact me when you’re done. I will then be fetching you to your next appointment.”
“Cut it out.” Kevin frowned, almost glaring at Kibum. “Use that tone once more I’ll beat the heck out of you.”
“All right, I was just having fun roleplaying.” Kibum chuckled, a lot more positive that Kevin was really warming up to him. He wanted to tease Kevin about his lack of strength to really “beat the heck out of” himself, but decided against it. “Anyway, call me so I can bring you to the next guy. I already have your number because the receptionist gave it over, so I’ll call your number right now and you just have to save the number.”
“Better.” Kevin nodded, seemingly a lot more at ease with Kibum’s change in tone.
Kibum then multi-tasked between starting the engine of the car and calling the saved number on his phone, leaving the phone aside for the call to connect while he moved the car out of the rather huge lot. Kevin leaned forward from behind to cancel the call, saving Kibum’s number on his own phone from the missed call.
Kevin pouted slightly at the new number, seemingly wondering what to do with it. With Kibum’s phone also in his hands, he checked the contact list for his name, which was pretty easy a task considering how short Kibum’s contact’s list was. Shaking his head at the mundane contact information of him, Kevin then turned on the camera function on Kibum’s phone, taking a photo of himself with a pretty smile.
He edited his own contact information by adding his photo, smiling contentedly before placing Kibum’s phone where he had found it. Searching for the camera function he hardly used on his own phone, Kevin then waited for one of the traffic light to turn red, another pout forming when the wait lasted too long.
Finally, Kevin thought, while Kibum slowed down the car.
“Kibum!” Kevin called brightly, holding his phone in place in anticipation of Kibum’s face appearing on the screen. “Big smile!”
Kibum chuckled at Kevin’s call, turning around and realising the younger’s intention too late. He raised an eyebrow, looking at Kevin smile happily at his phone’s screen. “You were taking a picture of me?”
“Yeah, to put beside your name.” Kevin stated lightly, probably editing Kibum’s contact information to add the picture. “Your phone has me too.”
Secretly, Kevin had been wanting to do this. His phone only had some food deliveries hotlines, and the brothel’s number. He had never kept in contact with any customers to draw a line, but since Kibum was now his driver, the line became blurred. He was an acquaintance, but Kevin secretly thought of him also as a friend. And childish acts like placing the person’s photo on the contact information was something he had long wanted to do. Only that he didn’t have a true individual on his contact list to ever do so.
Kibum smiled faintly at the smile beside Kevin’s name. He forced himself to put the phone away and concentrate on driving, but a part of him believed that smile was genuine. Kevin had did it willingly, now leaving traces of himself in Kibum’s world.
Today might just be the happiest day of his life. Was it because his love was reciprocated, even if it was almost like a friendly gesture?
The car ride was pretty relaxing, Kevin and him chatting about random things from the new building project they saw to a flashy sports car that overtook them. The atmosphere was so natural that Kibum mocked himself for actually fussing about what to say when he drives Kevin to his appointment earlier in the morning.
Except that God always had a way to be fair.
When there was something for Kibum to be happy about, something bitter just had to hit him on the head. Realisation dawned on him when he stopped his car at the hotel’s lobby, and Kevin waved slightly to him as he alighted from the car. Kibum managed a smile, clenching his fist away from Kevin’s line of sight, and maintaining that smile until Kevin disappeared from his view.
He was sending Kevin into the arms of someone else.
And he couldn’t do a thing about it.
Kibum brought his hands from his sides to the steering wheel, clutching onto it so tightly he would have suffocated it if it was breathing. The twist that pained his heart so excruciatingly, the thought of Kevin smiling mindlessly in another man’s embrace.
When had he fallen so deeply?
A honk from the car behind and the standing valets frantically trying to usher him away woke him up. He nodded apologetically, then driving away from where he was to search for a car park to temporarily park his car while waiting for Kevin.
Kibum smiled bitterly, sighing. He was so pathetic, so, so pathetic.
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Kibum is like, ubiquitous :3.
Now he's even a driver! Nyahahaha. XD