Beast Over Flowers (15/?)
Title: Beast Over Flowers (15/?)
Author: shasha717
Pairing: Dooseob / Eventual Junseung
Summary: Yang Yoseob enters Shinhwa High where he meets F4, Yong Junhyung, Lee Kikwang, Son Dongwoon and last but not least, our almighty Yoon Doojoon.
Yoseob took up both of his hands in defeat, “Okay okay, I promise. Whatever happens, your mother won’t be a reason for that.”
“Good.” Doojoon was satisfied as he planted another quick peck on the lips, while smiling into the kiss.
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He knew this wouldn't get any easier. He knew a little bit too well reality is going to slap him hard in the face, but still, he had hoped for different outcomes. He could only watch in silence, as his parents pack their things, lifting their boxes to the truck, Sohyun with a bit curses here and there tried to make her way through the door, despite the large box she was carrying. Yoseob voluntarily held the door open for his sister; his lips were forming a thin line, sending his sister a meaningful look.
"Thanks," was said unsincere, slightly biting in her tone. Sohyun was angry with her brother. Well, she has all the reasons to, Yoseob wouldn't blame her.
It was decided that their family would move to the countryside, all of the Yang family, except Yoseob. Sure, the blonde insisted on joining to reside in a much more peaceful place, where there's no drama, there's no F4. A land where a Doojoon doesn't exist.
But his parents insisted for his son to continue his education in Shinhwa, but Sohyun had to change schools, moving from Seoul into a middle of nowhere. Of course she should be pissed. Yoseob's parents said that they would send money each month for their son, little, but enough to make for living.
Yoseob could only bit his lip as he saw his house, emptied.
"I'm sorry Dad."
Silence spilled into the room.
It was only Yoseob and his father, as his mother and sister were already waiting in the truck, ready to leave.
"It's okay." The elder said with a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He lifted up the last box with a huff, looking up to the room, staring to what used to be theirs. They had given up their house, their properties to cover up the debts that kept welling up.
The blonde felt his eyes burning, he tried his best to hold back the tears. This was all his fault. This was because he fell in love with a man called Yoon Doojoon.
"I'm sorry that your son turned out to be a f.aggot," Yoseob choked out.
His dad turned to him with surprise. No, he didn't see that coming. He dropped the box without worry of anything might break. He pulled his son closer, patting the back of his head, while whispering comforting words, "Shh... Don't say such things."
Yoseob sobbed a little bit more, ignoring the tears that were soaking up his father's shirt. "I'm sorry, it had to turn out like this.... I'm sorry to have disappointed you- I'm--"
"It's okay, child. Shhh.... Don't cry. You're still my favorite son," Yoseob's father said reassuringly. "Things will get better. And when it does, we'll be better."
***
Hyunseung stared dumbly to the empty space, he was working at his usual ice cream shop, but it was dead boring as his friend couldn't make it to work and Hyunseung wouldn't blame him. Having some crazy b.itch as the first lady on the Shinhwa corp is seriously some s.hit.
A sigh fell from his lips until he hears the clanking bell sound of a new customer into the shop. An attractive faux blond entered the shop, sending Hyunseung a suggestive smile. Now if Junhyung didn't exist in this world maybe he would fell for this guy. He composed himself though, even though a faint drool managed to drip out of the corner of his mouth.
"How may I help you?" Hyunseung supplied, looking indifferent.
The stranger gave out a toothy grin. "You there can help me right here."
"...I'm sorry?" Hyunseung unconciously took a step backwards, feeling uncomfortable with the looks that the stranger has been sending. He took back whatever he said or thought about falling in love with this creep.
The male laughed cheerily, satisfied with the response he got from the other. "I'm sorry, you're just too cute, I can't resist."
A flirting customer is surely not helping his day. He ignored the attempted sweet talk and asked, "Can I take your order, Sir?"
"I want the chef's recommendation, what would you recommend me to order?" The other leaned forward to the counter, the words were normal, but Hyunseung couldn't handle the naughty look on his customer's face.
"Strawberry ice cream is one of the favorite, Sir." Hyunseung shoots back, slightly gladful of his since-born talent of keeping a poker face.
"Ah, I thought so!" The male clapped his hands together. "I always knew you are a strawberry type of person!" The male was too engrossed into Hyunseung that he didn't realize there was another person behind him shooting him the deadliest glare any normal human can make.
"Kim Jonghyun, you flirty little puppy-saurus. I can't take my eyes off you even for a second, can I?"
Jonghyun glanced back, only to find his boyfriend was fuming with jealousy, obviously had witnessed how he was hitting on the cashier guy. "Ah, Kibummie, there you are! I was waiting for you."
Kibum rolled his eyes, as he approached his puppy boyfriend and tugged him hard on the ear with his thumb and index finger. An "ooouuchh" involuntarily slipped out of Jonghyun's lips, Hyunseung could only watch in awe as he saw someone he thought would be the boyfriend of the guy that was flirting with him earlier, silently laughing at the view. Now, you don't see that everyday.
His smile dropped though when he saw a familiar figure standing in front of the glass door, his presence earlier went unnoticed by Hyunseung because of the bickering couple in front of him.
The man's expression was hard to read, and Hyunseung wasn't the expert of reading things like this. Especially a casanova like this one..
Hyunseung stayed still while he watch the boy that was filling and clouding up his mind for these past days make his way into the shop, until the said-male was standing before his eyes.
Junhyung was watching the whole scene from the very start, he is obviously not liking how popular Hyunseung seemed to be in this neighborhood.
He was the one to break the awkward silence. He raised a brow to the stiff male, "Aren't you going to take my order?"
***
"How's that brat doing, Mr. Lee?"
Madam Yoon questioned without looking up from her piling documents, she didn't even need to mention the name for the other to know which person she's referring to..
"His entire family has resided to the countryside, the boy has decided to stay in the city, living in a poor neighborhood at the outskirts of Seoul, Ma'am." Butler Lee supplied like a five year old kid reading out his answer to his teacher.
Madam Yoon looked up from her desk, smirking to her subordinate, glad that this man has been doing his homework well.
"Okay then. What about the meeting with the Choi s later in the afternoon?"
Mr. Lee nodded in response, "Everything has been taken care off, the meeting will take place at the designated location without any disturbance."
"Good. I want everything to be perfect. Make sure Doojoon doesn't wander off at that time."
Mr. Lee couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, "I'm sure Young Master couldn't take down the five people that I've assigned to guard him in front of his room. He wouldn't be able to wander off anywhere."
Madam Yoon send her right hand person an unimpressed look but sighed in relief. She really hope it she wouldn't have to take these precautions just to keep her son from doing anything stupid.
Doojoon buried his face into his bed, his complaints were muffled by his pillow, he pouted while staring at his phone. This sucks. Dungeon-ed in his own room guarded by meany-looking guards sucks. Not receiving any text messages or even phone calls from his ball of sunshine sucks. His life practically sucks now.
He threw his fists into the air, upset at the fact that he couldn't do anything under his mom tight supervision. He felt powerless.
A click resounded in the room, an evident sound of an unlocked door, and a figure stepped in. Doojoon turned around, immediately perking up at the intruder.
"Noona!"
Narsha quickly shushed him, putting her index finger in front of her lips, signaling her little brother to keep silent. "I'm busting you out, come on," she said with a low voice.
Doojoon quickly caught up with his sister's intention, and asked again, now with a whisper, "How did you get in here?"
Narsha shook her head and made a 'tsk tsk' sound. "What in the world that your Noona can't do?"
Doojoon gave his thumbs up, "Noona is the best and most awesome Noona in the world!" He said like an excited child who just got the most wonderful christmas present from Santa.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Narsha bragged, and after taking a quick glance on the empty corridor, she snapped her fingers and gestured her brother to make a run for it. "Take my keys, my yellow Porsche is parked in the back."
Doojoon expertly caught the keys and shouted back at his Noona while he ran for his life, "I owe you, Noooona!"
Narsha grinned to herself as she watch her brother disappeared from her view. She spoke, morely like a promise to herself, "I ain't going to let Mom make you go through the same thing I went through."
***
"Take the second turn to the left and then head straight along the road, I'm sure you'll find it."
Yoseob smiled thankfully to the friendly ajhumma, and bowing while walking away from the woman. He took a glance to his new neighborhood. This wasn't the nicest neighborhood in Seoul but Yoseob is quite liking it. The neighbors seemed friendly. He followed the directions the ajhumma gave him earlier and found the building he was looking for. Yes, it's quite old and Yoseob had to ignore the creaking sound of every step he took at the old wooden stairs. He took a few flights of stairs and reached the rooftop, and the landlord was already waiting for him.
It was an old ajhussi, seeming about 40years old or so, judging from his looks. Yoseob settled down his things to the floor, and rubbed his hands on his pants, to remove any dirt on his palms before accepting the handshake. The ajhussi was as friendly as well, he showed the blonde the small but clean room, and explained that the warm water was running out and advised the young man to shower earlier before night, and a little bit here and there, until he gave Yoseob the key.
Yoseob gave a last thankful smile before closing the door, and waving goodbye from the window as the old man disappeared downstairs.
He glanced around the room, yes it was small, but then again it was the only apartment (if you can even refer this as an apartment) he could afford. He prayed to God hoping no cockroaches or mice would walk all over his body while he's sleeping, hoping for a better luck to turn out.
This may be horrible, but it's a good start. He cheered himself on as he unpacked his things into his new 6x4 apartment and neatly put everything in order. He sometimes steal quick glances to his silent phone, no text messages, no phone calls, nothing from Doojoon. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't disappointed.
***
Hyunseung is confused. This guy has been sending mixed signals to him since the day they met. Really. He couldn't understand this guy. What he couldn't understand again now is that Junhyung has sat in the shop for the last five hours. Doing nothing.
Junhyung practically bought the whole store for himself so he was the only customer, therefore completely gained Hyunseung's absolute attention.
"What are you doing?" Hyunseung started, a little bit afraid that Junhyung might leave. The question cannot be held back any longer, he has been dying to ask this since five hours ago, but he was afraid. The fear of even moving a slight finger might make the younger man leave.
What are you doing? That question got to Junhyung. He, himself doesn't know what exactly the hell is he doing. So instead of blurting out an "I don't know" and looked stupid, he kept silent. He just continued to stare on that gorgeous face, that slender arms, every inch of Hyunseung's body; he continued to lay his gaze on what could've been his.
Hyunseung narrowed his eyes as his question went unanswered. Truth to be told, he had this euphoria butterflies flying around his stomach with Junhyung's presence, but he isn't an idiot. He doesn't want to get hurt. He doesn't want to delude himself anymuch further into some merry land where he got his very own version of happy ever after.
A long drawn sigh escaped Hyunseung's lips. He then slowly remove his work apron and approached the silent male. The other didn't make any move when Hyunseung settled in front of him.
"You know you blow me off when I went to your studio that day." Hyunseung said, while biting his lip. "You know you treat me indifferently like how you treat any other girls in your story."
"But the kiss..." Pause. "Did it mean something to you?"
Hyunseung feared of what might be the answer, but then again, he could always be surprised by it. Maybe it would be a pleasant surprise.
Junhyung surely lost the ability to string any coherent words into a logical sentence that day. He again didn't answer.
Hyunseung was starting to feel annoyed. Does this jerk know how to use the mouth to talk, or does this idiot only know how to use them to pucker up another lips, forcing a kiss to Hyunseung like the last time?
"Please don't send me mixed signals, Jun. If you have feelings for me, then tell me. If you don't, please gently let me go." Hyunseung said, it nearly sounded like a plead, he didn't like how needy, not to mention pathetic, he sounded by saying those words, but these things needed to be said.
The awkward silence was thick in the air again. That's it. Hyunseung abruptly stood up from his seat, and turned away, disappointed of have wasting his time trying to have this talk. But a big, warm palm grabbed him strong by the wrist, halting him in the process of leaving.
Hyunseung waited, not bothering to look back to see Junhyung's expression right now.
"Maybe I have feelings for you." Were the words that sliced through the stagnant air.
Hyunseung pried his wrist off Junhyung's strong grip, but failed miserably. "Maybe is not good enough, Jun."
"Maybe is all I can give to you right now, Seung." Junhyung tried to convince. He's telling the truth. This whole mixed up feelings for Hyunseung is something new to him. You're not supposed to feel these things for another man.
Hyunseung fell silent. Now, how should he respond to that?
***
Yoseob swallowed down his disappointment and made a stroll down his new neighborhood, the ajhumma earlier who showed him the way, waved at him, and the blonde waved back cheerily. He should be happy that he had made an acquaintance already.
The street lead him to a market, a very crowded market, every body yelling here and there and some shouted bad words too, Yoseob ignored that. He stopped by a vendor, which sells sparkling accessories. There were four other possible buyers too browsing the goods.
Then suddenly he noticed a hand was groping over into some lady's handbag, suspectively is doing some pick-pocket-ing. Just before he could stop the thief for doing further more, someone beat him to it.
A rather tall, correction- freakishly tall girl- Yoseob looked down, oh she was wearing freakishly tall heels too- ok back to the topic. The girl took a strong grip at the thief's wrist, stopping him from his ministrations. The targeted lady then realized what was about to happen if this girl hasn't stopped the thief.
"S.hit." The thief took out a pocket blade, panicked that his cover was being blown up.
The blonde girl, gave out a smug smile, looking indifferent even when the man took out his weapon. She spitted before she took her stance, readying for the attack, and made a high kick, which sent the weapon flying to the ground, away from the antagonist's hand.
Then without warning, she grabbed the man's arms by her hands, successfully immobilized the target, and with one feet, she stomped on the man's feet with the point of her killer heels (that oughta hurt), while the other free leg kicked the man in the groin. The man then fell to the ground, his soul was already leaving his body, fear overcoming the man of what had happened to his proud manhood.
Every body who watched the scene, applauded the heroine, and the blonde girl waved back while sending kiss-byes back like she's some kind of celebrity.
Yoseob couldn't help but continue to stare at the overly-brave girl. She had this glamorous body like every superwoman in comics would have, like a cat woman or wonder woman body. Her blonde hair was middle-parted and the length was about her waist.
"Miss! Are you okay?"
Three person in black suits came up to her; every one of them wearing sunglasses.
"Aigoo, it's nothing big. He was a big scaredy shrimp." The blonde shrugged off her overly-worried guards. She then turned to the other blonde, who was staring dumbly at her. She gave out a cheeky grin, "I'm sorry to barge in although I saw you were gonna make a move to that jerk."
Yoseob blinked a few times before realizing that the cool girl is indead talking to him. "E-eh? It's no problem, really." He stuttered.
She offered her hand, "My name's Gina."
"Yoseob," He introduced himself.
"Aaaww, what a cute name. You're such a cutiee!" She couldn't help herself and leaned closer, while pinching both of Yoseob's plump cheeks, much to the boy's dismay, he only stood there helpless while his cheeks were being abused.
***
Doojoon cursed a bit more as he honked at the inert traffic, slowing him down for meeting his cute boyfriend. After passing the traffic, he made his turn to the left, which usually will bring him to the blonde house, but he was left puzzled when he saw the vacant home, and no sign of residency in the house. He slapped his own forehead as he cursed himself to be stupid not to call Yoseob first. He pressed the speed dial number 1, waiting for the other line to pick up.
"Hello?" A voice answered.
"Where the hell are you?" Doojoon demanded.
"Errm... I'm at the café across the train station."
"Who are you with?" Doojoon asked, while narrowing his eyes, slightly suspicious with the blonde's tone.
".....It's a long story, just come here."
Click.
Fuck. Since when this brat learned how to hang up on the almighty Yoon Doojoon?
Yoseob shifted uncomfortably in his seat, leaving his banana split untouched.
Gina watched her newfound friend, she tilted her head to the side, "Why aren't you eating? C'mon, I'm treating~"
Yoseob bit his lip, but took his spoon and took a mouthful of vanilla icecream with the banana, and swallowed it all, while trying to smile and laughed nervously. He peeked through his bangs the three creepy guards that stood behind Gina. He was contemplating wether it's a good idea or not to offer the three his banana split.
"I don't know your exact age, but I think I'm a Noona," Gina said with a cheery voice. "Am I right?"
"Well, I'm still a first year high-schooler. And you?" Yoseob frowned, "I'm sorry, should I call you Noona?"
"Gina will be fine. The 'Noona' title makes me feel old." She laughed, "But it's as I thought, I'm a Noona. I'm supposed to be in the second year of highschool right now."
"Supposed to be?" Yoseob couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, I was taking my education in the States but my parents suddenly called me back to Seoul because they said there was something important blah-blah-blah emergency. In fact, I just come here straight from the airport," Gina chattered. "Now that I think of it, you're my first friend I made in Korea!"
Yoseob crooked out a small smile, this girl is quite unique.
Doojoon arrived at the cafe Yoseob said only minutes after the younger disconnected the line. He rushed into the cafe; ignoring the waitress that asked how many person he's with, and quickly scanned the crowd. It's not that hard to find a blonde. And he was right, in fact, he found the blonde with another blonde. Now, who's that?
"Yah Yang Yoseob! Don't you dare try to hang up on me again when I'm not finished talking." Doojoon growled without warning.
Five pairs of eyes immediately landed upon Doojoon, the guards suddenly became alerted and grabbed Doojoon while one of them nearly choked him to death.
"Hey! It's okay, it's okay! He's a friend!" Yoseob squeaked, panicked at the ultimate precaution the guards were taking for their young lady.
Gina smacked one of her over-reacting guards in the head, while commanded, "Let him go, you fools."
The three did exactly as said and released Doojoon.
Doojoon fingered his own throat, furiously coughing and gasping for air, "What the heck-"
"I apologize for their behavior. They tend to be over protective sometimes. You're Yoseob's friend right?" Gina grinned at Doojoon, "Any friend of Yoseob is a friend of mine." She said while offering a handshake.
Doojoon raised a curios brow at the stranger, then gave a look to his boyfriend. He didn't accept the greeting though, Gina's hand was awkwardly hanging in the air until she brought it down to her sides.
"Not such friendly guy, huh?" Gina remarked, a little bit insulted.
Yoseob sent Gina an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, he's just this kind of person. Please do not take his rude behavior to the heart."
"Why are you apologizing to her? Come on, we're leaving, Seob." Doojoon barked, while tugging on Yoseob's wrist.
"Yah Yoon Doojoon! Do you think I'm some trolley you can push and pull anywhere? I decide where I want to be!!" Yoseob pry his wrist away from the grip, a little bit annoyed at his unreasonable boyfriend.
Doojoon scoffed, "Right. Since when do you listen to my words."
Gina's small laugh caught the boys' attention.
Gina realized the confused expression on both of the boys, and excused herself, "I'm sorry, but you guys are so cute. You fight like a couple would fight." Gina commented.
Yoseob made a face. Seriously, what exactly does 'cute' define in her dictionary?
"That's because we are- hmffh"
Doojoon's mouth was soon covered by Yoseob's hand, the younger whispered to Doojoon, "I don't think she needs to know about our relationship, honey." The 'honey' in Yoseob sentence was usually used to show a sign of affections, but he used it in a threatening way: don't do it or I'll kill you 'honey'.
Doojoon shrugged him off, but complied anyway. He pushed away the hand that was covering his mouth and his lips were pressed into a grim line. "I said, we're leaving."
Yoseob's whine of protests were ignored as Doojoon pulled the younger boy out of the café; Doojoon heard the blonde shouting "sorry"s and some curses here and there, mainly bad words directed to himself.
Gina bite back a laugh when Yoseob tugged on the handle of the door and wouldn't let go while the other pulled the boy nonetheless. What's that guy's name again? Ah, Doojoon. Maybe that guy would be so attractive if those lips doesn't speak such rude words. Gina slapped her forehead when she just remembered she didn't exchange numbers with Yoseob. How would they meet again?
"Who's that gal you were hanging with?" Doojoon questioned right after they got into the car; though Yoseob entered the car unwillingly.
Yoseob sighed, he knew this question would come sooner or later, "She's not some 'gal'. She's Gina, I kinda met her when I was browsing the market."
"What happened to your house? Did you move or something?"
Yoseob rolled his eyes, "Why do I feel like I'm being interrogated?"
Doojoon rolled his eyes mockingly in response, "Just answer my question."
"My family moved to the countryside; in order to support me for living here. Apparently your mother's strong influence in the business had shut us down for good" Yoseob said sarcastically. "And yes, I moved."
Doojoon narrowed his eyes, not liking where this conversation is going. "Are you going to break up with me cause of my mother?"
Yoseob didn't even think twice and the word just slipped out, "Maybe."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Doojoon's raise of tone made the blonde wince.
"Don't talk to me that way," Yoseob growled. He reached for the handle of the door, but Doojoon stopped the younger before he could get out.
A sigh fell from Doojoon lips.
Yoseob plopped himself back into the seat of the car and crossed his arms in front of his chest, while a pout tugged on his lips.
Doojoon watched his boyfriend sulked and felt bad. "I'm sorry."
There was no response until Yoseob was caught off guard when Doojoon leaned in for a kiss.
Doojoon noted with satisfaction when the blonde kissed back; despite the pout Yoseob was still sporting. He gave out a smirk when they pulled apart from the kiss and embraced him instead.
Yoseob put his chin on the elder's shoulder while his breath ghosted on Doojoon's nape. "You know you can't always kiss me and somehow it makes everything alright."
Doojoon chuckled, "But it does make things better between us, and don't deny it. I know you like it"
Yoseob shoved the elder while tint of pinks were visible on both of his cheeks, and cursed under his breath. The words were barely audible but Doojoon's quite sure, whatever the blonde was saying, but he's sure all of them aren't pretty words.
There was then a knock on the car's window; both turned to the man, and Yoseob vaguely remember seeing this man in Doojoon's mansion, possibly one of the guards.
Both could easily make out the words the man was mouthing.
"There you are."
***
"Where's my son?"
Madam Yoon asked Mr. Lee while she checked herself out on the mirror. She should looked perfect for the important meeting; she shouldn't be intimidating, but shouldn't be less fierce either.
Mr. Lee, on the other hand was managing to keep a straight face but his hands were busy wiping out the cold sweats were flowing down his neck.
"I apologize Ma'am, but young master is not in his room." He said in a low voice, silently wished this old hag wouldn't hear his words.
Madam Yoon turned to the man, "What? You said-"
"I'm sorry Ma'am, apparently young mistress has helped him to escape. It was beyond my control," he quickly said, before he got yelled any further for the crime he didn't commit.
"That wretch." The first lady of Shinhwa gritted her teeth, obviously panicking since the arranged meeting was about to start.
"Wretch, huh? What a very nice way to refer your daughter." A voice from the back said. "Are you sure we're blood related?"
Narsha rose up her chin while she walked to her mother, with the sound of her clicking heels were the soundtrack of the room.
Madam Yoon looked away from her daughter and sent her glare to the only man in the room.
"I have already dispatch some of my men to search for young master. He should be here any minute, Ma'am." Mr. Lee said automatically.
"He better be, or say goodbye to your-"
The words were cut off when the big door opened up, and two young man enter the room.
Madam Yoon scrunched up her nose in distaste when she found out it was Yoseob who was accompanying his son. Her head just hurt with the images of what the boys might be doing together.
"Why is this filthy boy here?" She hissed; not even lowering her voice while insulting the blonde.
Yoseob was silent, definitely not interested on creating a scene here. He then spotted Narsha on the side, her expression was quite hard to read.
"What do you want? Old hag." Doojoon snarled while stressing the two last words with sarcasm and mock.
Madam Yoon scoffed, "Said the little baby who can't even control his bladder until he was a sixth-grader."
If Doojoon's rage was fire, the whole room would be burnt down by now. "Irrelevant to the topic, Mom."
"There's an important meeting you should attend to. Please later behave yourself in front of you fiancé and her family," she said while stressing the 'her' and sending her deadliest glare to Yoseob.
Yoseob's expression went dark on the words; he unconsciously tensed and dug his own nails into his palm.
"And why would you even think of the possibility of me wanting to obey you?" Doojoon retorted with a scoff.
Madam Yoon gestured to the stiff blonde, "Does this brat need to suffer because of your disobedience?"
There was a moment of silence before Doojoon turned to the blonde, taking his hand into himself; squeezing it a bit, as if reassuring Yoseob.
"It's not that hard to make the parents hate me. I was never the son-in-law material," Doojoon whispered to the younger.
Though Yoseob silently laugh, but smile wouldn't reach his lips.
"Are you okay?" Narsha gave a concerned look to the blonde. Yes, she knew that was a rethorical question, but it did some relief when Yoseob said yes; even if he didn't mean it.
Yoseob got up from his seat. He answered before Narsha could question him, "I'm going to the gents' room, I don't think Noona should come."
Narsha made a face but complied anyway. "Don't run away. Doojoon will kill me if you're not here after the meeting is over."
Yoseob knew that was probably true. But the truth is, he didn't care. He's too fucked up with his own problems to even start caring about other's.
Yoseob turned to right and left and wandered for a while. Not seeing where he was going, he bumped into someone.
"Sorry," he immediately blurted out as he looked up to the person he bumped himself into. Recognition ran across his face, and so did on the other person.
"Yoseob?"
Gina squealed in disbelieve for the fortunate coincidence, "Hey! We didn't get to exchange numbers before. What are you doing here?"
"...It's kind of complicated, but I'm kinda waiting for my friend here." Boyfriend, he silently added in mind. "And you?"
"Ah, that rude friend of yours?" Gina recalled the attractive male before. "Hey, Seob, I'm sorry, sure I'd love to talk to you for a little bit longer, but I'm running out of time, my dad has been calling me for a gazillion times and I better hurry up to this 'important' meeting." She said while rolling his eyes.
"Wait for me will ya until it's over?" Gina winked as she walked past the blonde while patting the other blonde's shoulder.
Yoseob stood there like a statue; completely forgotten his original destination.
....It can't be.
"Where is she?" Doojoon asked impatiently, and received a high kick from his mother under the table.
The Choi s gave out an apologetic smile, "I apologize for her lateness, but I can assure you she's on her way here."
Doojoon slumped back to his seat while eyeing the people across. So, it's the Choi s. Doojoon may not be bright, but he know well enough that the Choi has been the fiercest competition for Shinhwa, they're quite a large corporate group. He stole a quick glance to his mother, how did this old hag managed to arrange this meeting?
His trains of thoughts were stopped when a girl busted through the door with irregular breathing; obviously the person had run to reach the place.
The Choi s immediately stood up when they saw their daughter enter the room. "There she is."
Doojoon locked his gaze with the girl for a while; where did he see this woman? Why was it her face familiar? And then he remembered, so does the girl.
"....You!"
They both said in unison, earning them the confused look from their respective parents.
Doojoon dropped his mouth; apparently his fiancé was the girl his boyfriend was hanging with. What a coincidence.
-End of Chapter 15-
Author: shasha717
Pairing: Dooseob / Eventual Junseung
Summary: Yang Yoseob enters Shinhwa High where he meets F4, Yong Junhyung, Lee Kikwang, Son Dongwoon and last but not least, our almighty Yoon Doojoon.
Yoseob took up both of his hands in defeat, “Okay okay, I promise. Whatever happens, your mother won’t be a reason for that.”
“Good.” Doojoon was satisfied as he planted another quick peck on the lips, while smiling into the kiss.
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He knew this wouldn't get any easier. He knew a little bit too well reality is going to slap him hard in the face, but still, he had hoped for different outcomes. He could only watch in silence, as his parents pack their things, lifting their boxes to the truck, Sohyun with a bit curses here and there tried to make her way through the door, despite the large box she was carrying. Yoseob voluntarily held the door open for his sister; his lips were forming a thin line, sending his sister a meaningful look.
"Thanks," was said unsincere, slightly biting in her tone. Sohyun was angry with her brother. Well, she has all the reasons to, Yoseob wouldn't blame her.
It was decided that their family would move to the countryside, all of the Yang family, except Yoseob. Sure, the blonde insisted on joining to reside in a much more peaceful place, where there's no drama, there's no F4. A land where a Doojoon doesn't exist.
But his parents insisted for his son to continue his education in Shinhwa, but Sohyun had to change schools, moving from Seoul into a middle of nowhere. Of course she should be pissed. Yoseob's parents said that they would send money each month for their son, little, but enough to make for living.
Yoseob could only bit his lip as he saw his house, emptied.
"I'm sorry Dad."
Silence spilled into the room.
It was only Yoseob and his father, as his mother and sister were already waiting in the truck, ready to leave.
"It's okay." The elder said with a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He lifted up the last box with a huff, looking up to the room, staring to what used to be theirs. They had given up their house, their properties to cover up the debts that kept welling up.
The blonde felt his eyes burning, he tried his best to hold back the tears. This was all his fault. This was because he fell in love with a man called Yoon Doojoon.
"I'm sorry that your son turned out to be a f.aggot," Yoseob choked out.
His dad turned to him with surprise. No, he didn't see that coming. He dropped the box without worry of anything might break. He pulled his son closer, patting the back of his head, while whispering comforting words, "Shh... Don't say such things."
Yoseob sobbed a little bit more, ignoring the tears that were soaking up his father's shirt. "I'm sorry, it had to turn out like this.... I'm sorry to have disappointed you- I'm--"
"It's okay, child. Shhh.... Don't cry. You're still my favorite son," Yoseob's father said reassuringly. "Things will get better. And when it does, we'll be better."
***
Hyunseung stared dumbly to the empty space, he was working at his usual ice cream shop, but it was dead boring as his friend couldn't make it to work and Hyunseung wouldn't blame him. Having some crazy b.itch as the first lady on the Shinhwa corp is seriously some s.hit.
A sigh fell from his lips until he hears the clanking bell sound of a new customer into the shop. An attractive faux blond entered the shop, sending Hyunseung a suggestive smile. Now if Junhyung didn't exist in this world maybe he would fell for this guy. He composed himself though, even though a faint drool managed to drip out of the corner of his mouth.
"How may I help you?" Hyunseung supplied, looking indifferent.
The stranger gave out a toothy grin. "You there can help me right here."
"...I'm sorry?" Hyunseung unconciously took a step backwards, feeling uncomfortable with the looks that the stranger has been sending. He took back whatever he said or thought about falling in love with this creep.
The male laughed cheerily, satisfied with the response he got from the other. "I'm sorry, you're just too cute, I can't resist."
A flirting customer is surely not helping his day. He ignored the attempted sweet talk and asked, "Can I take your order, Sir?"
"I want the chef's recommendation, what would you recommend me to order?" The other leaned forward to the counter, the words were normal, but Hyunseung couldn't handle the naughty look on his customer's face.
"Strawberry ice cream is one of the favorite, Sir." Hyunseung shoots back, slightly gladful of his since-born talent of keeping a poker face.
"Ah, I thought so!" The male clapped his hands together. "I always knew you are a strawberry type of person!" The male was too engrossed into Hyunseung that he didn't realize there was another person behind him shooting him the deadliest glare any normal human can make.
"Kim Jonghyun, you flirty little puppy-saurus. I can't take my eyes off you even for a second, can I?"
Jonghyun glanced back, only to find his boyfriend was fuming with jealousy, obviously had witnessed how he was hitting on the cashier guy. "Ah, Kibummie, there you are! I was waiting for you."
Kibum rolled his eyes, as he approached his puppy boyfriend and tugged him hard on the ear with his thumb and index finger. An "ooouuchh" involuntarily slipped out of Jonghyun's lips, Hyunseung could only watch in awe as he saw someone he thought would be the boyfriend of the guy that was flirting with him earlier, silently laughing at the view. Now, you don't see that everyday.
His smile dropped though when he saw a familiar figure standing in front of the glass door, his presence earlier went unnoticed by Hyunseung because of the bickering couple in front of him.
The man's expression was hard to read, and Hyunseung wasn't the expert of reading things like this. Especially a casanova like this one..
Hyunseung stayed still while he watch the boy that was filling and clouding up his mind for these past days make his way into the shop, until the said-male was standing before his eyes.
Junhyung was watching the whole scene from the very start, he is obviously not liking how popular Hyunseung seemed to be in this neighborhood.
He was the one to break the awkward silence. He raised a brow to the stiff male, "Aren't you going to take my order?"
***
"How's that brat doing, Mr. Lee?"
Madam Yoon questioned without looking up from her piling documents, she didn't even need to mention the name for the other to know which person she's referring to..
"His entire family has resided to the countryside, the boy has decided to stay in the city, living in a poor neighborhood at the outskirts of Seoul, Ma'am." Butler Lee supplied like a five year old kid reading out his answer to his teacher.
Madam Yoon looked up from her desk, smirking to her subordinate, glad that this man has been doing his homework well.
"Okay then. What about the meeting with the Choi s later in the afternoon?"
Mr. Lee nodded in response, "Everything has been taken care off, the meeting will take place at the designated location without any disturbance."
"Good. I want everything to be perfect. Make sure Doojoon doesn't wander off at that time."
Mr. Lee couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, "I'm sure Young Master couldn't take down the five people that I've assigned to guard him in front of his room. He wouldn't be able to wander off anywhere."
Madam Yoon send her right hand person an unimpressed look but sighed in relief. She really hope it she wouldn't have to take these precautions just to keep her son from doing anything stupid.
Doojoon buried his face into his bed, his complaints were muffled by his pillow, he pouted while staring at his phone. This sucks. Dungeon-ed in his own room guarded by meany-looking guards sucks. Not receiving any text messages or even phone calls from his ball of sunshine sucks. His life practically sucks now.
He threw his fists into the air, upset at the fact that he couldn't do anything under his mom tight supervision. He felt powerless.
A click resounded in the room, an evident sound of an unlocked door, and a figure stepped in. Doojoon turned around, immediately perking up at the intruder.
"Noona!"
Narsha quickly shushed him, putting her index finger in front of her lips, signaling her little brother to keep silent. "I'm busting you out, come on," she said with a low voice.
Doojoon quickly caught up with his sister's intention, and asked again, now with a whisper, "How did you get in here?"
Narsha shook her head and made a 'tsk tsk' sound. "What in the world that your Noona can't do?"
Doojoon gave his thumbs up, "Noona is the best and most awesome Noona in the world!" He said like an excited child who just got the most wonderful christmas present from Santa.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Narsha bragged, and after taking a quick glance on the empty corridor, she snapped her fingers and gestured her brother to make a run for it. "Take my keys, my yellow Porsche is parked in the back."
Doojoon expertly caught the keys and shouted back at his Noona while he ran for his life, "I owe you, Noooona!"
Narsha grinned to herself as she watch her brother disappeared from her view. She spoke, morely like a promise to herself, "I ain't going to let Mom make you go through the same thing I went through."
***
"Take the second turn to the left and then head straight along the road, I'm sure you'll find it."
Yoseob smiled thankfully to the friendly ajhumma, and bowing while walking away from the woman. He took a glance to his new neighborhood. This wasn't the nicest neighborhood in Seoul but Yoseob is quite liking it. The neighbors seemed friendly. He followed the directions the ajhumma gave him earlier and found the building he was looking for. Yes, it's quite old and Yoseob had to ignore the creaking sound of every step he took at the old wooden stairs. He took a few flights of stairs and reached the rooftop, and the landlord was already waiting for him.
It was an old ajhussi, seeming about 40years old or so, judging from his looks. Yoseob settled down his things to the floor, and rubbed his hands on his pants, to remove any dirt on his palms before accepting the handshake. The ajhussi was as friendly as well, he showed the blonde the small but clean room, and explained that the warm water was running out and advised the young man to shower earlier before night, and a little bit here and there, until he gave Yoseob the key.
Yoseob gave a last thankful smile before closing the door, and waving goodbye from the window as the old man disappeared downstairs.
He glanced around the room, yes it was small, but then again it was the only apartment (if you can even refer this as an apartment) he could afford. He prayed to God hoping no cockroaches or mice would walk all over his body while he's sleeping, hoping for a better luck to turn out.
This may be horrible, but it's a good start. He cheered himself on as he unpacked his things into his new 6x4 apartment and neatly put everything in order. He sometimes steal quick glances to his silent phone, no text messages, no phone calls, nothing from Doojoon. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't disappointed.
***
Hyunseung is confused. This guy has been sending mixed signals to him since the day they met. Really. He couldn't understand this guy. What he couldn't understand again now is that Junhyung has sat in the shop for the last five hours. Doing nothing.
Junhyung practically bought the whole store for himself so he was the only customer, therefore completely gained Hyunseung's absolute attention.
"What are you doing?" Hyunseung started, a little bit afraid that Junhyung might leave. The question cannot be held back any longer, he has been dying to ask this since five hours ago, but he was afraid. The fear of even moving a slight finger might make the younger man leave.
What are you doing? That question got to Junhyung. He, himself doesn't know what exactly the hell is he doing. So instead of blurting out an "I don't know" and looked stupid, he kept silent. He just continued to stare on that gorgeous face, that slender arms, every inch of Hyunseung's body; he continued to lay his gaze on what could've been his.
Hyunseung narrowed his eyes as his question went unanswered. Truth to be told, he had this euphoria butterflies flying around his stomach with Junhyung's presence, but he isn't an idiot. He doesn't want to get hurt. He doesn't want to delude himself anymuch further into some merry land where he got his very own version of happy ever after.
A long drawn sigh escaped Hyunseung's lips. He then slowly remove his work apron and approached the silent male. The other didn't make any move when Hyunseung settled in front of him.
"You know you blow me off when I went to your studio that day." Hyunseung said, while biting his lip. "You know you treat me indifferently like how you treat any other girls in your story."
"But the kiss..." Pause. "Did it mean something to you?"
Hyunseung feared of what might be the answer, but then again, he could always be surprised by it. Maybe it would be a pleasant surprise.
Junhyung surely lost the ability to string any coherent words into a logical sentence that day. He again didn't answer.
Hyunseung was starting to feel annoyed. Does this jerk know how to use the mouth to talk, or does this idiot only know how to use them to pucker up another lips, forcing a kiss to Hyunseung like the last time?
"Please don't send me mixed signals, Jun. If you have feelings for me, then tell me. If you don't, please gently let me go." Hyunseung said, it nearly sounded like a plead, he didn't like how needy, not to mention pathetic, he sounded by saying those words, but these things needed to be said.
The awkward silence was thick in the air again. That's it. Hyunseung abruptly stood up from his seat, and turned away, disappointed of have wasting his time trying to have this talk. But a big, warm palm grabbed him strong by the wrist, halting him in the process of leaving.
Hyunseung waited, not bothering to look back to see Junhyung's expression right now.
"Maybe I have feelings for you." Were the words that sliced through the stagnant air.
Hyunseung pried his wrist off Junhyung's strong grip, but failed miserably. "Maybe is not good enough, Jun."
"Maybe is all I can give to you right now, Seung." Junhyung tried to convince. He's telling the truth. This whole mixed up feelings for Hyunseung is something new to him. You're not supposed to feel these things for another man.
Hyunseung fell silent. Now, how should he respond to that?
***
Yoseob swallowed down his disappointment and made a stroll down his new neighborhood, the ajhumma earlier who showed him the way, waved at him, and the blonde waved back cheerily. He should be happy that he had made an acquaintance already.
The street lead him to a market, a very crowded market, every body yelling here and there and some shouted bad words too, Yoseob ignored that. He stopped by a vendor, which sells sparkling accessories. There were four other possible buyers too browsing the goods.
Then suddenly he noticed a hand was groping over into some lady's handbag, suspectively is doing some pick-pocket-ing. Just before he could stop the thief for doing further more, someone beat him to it.
A rather tall, correction- freakishly tall girl- Yoseob looked down, oh she was wearing freakishly tall heels too- ok back to the topic. The girl took a strong grip at the thief's wrist, stopping him from his ministrations. The targeted lady then realized what was about to happen if this girl hasn't stopped the thief.
"S.hit." The thief took out a pocket blade, panicked that his cover was being blown up.
The blonde girl, gave out a smug smile, looking indifferent even when the man took out his weapon. She spitted before she took her stance, readying for the attack, and made a high kick, which sent the weapon flying to the ground, away from the antagonist's hand.
Then without warning, she grabbed the man's arms by her hands, successfully immobilized the target, and with one feet, she stomped on the man's feet with the point of her killer heels (that oughta hurt), while the other free leg kicked the man in the groin. The man then fell to the ground, his soul was already leaving his body, fear overcoming the man of what had happened to his proud manhood.
Every body who watched the scene, applauded the heroine, and the blonde girl waved back while sending kiss-byes back like she's some kind of celebrity.
Yoseob couldn't help but continue to stare at the overly-brave girl. She had this glamorous body like every superwoman in comics would have, like a cat woman or wonder woman body. Her blonde hair was middle-parted and the length was about her waist.
"Miss! Are you okay?"
Three person in black suits came up to her; every one of them wearing sunglasses.
"Aigoo, it's nothing big. He was a big scaredy shrimp." The blonde shrugged off her overly-worried guards. She then turned to the other blonde, who was staring dumbly at her. She gave out a cheeky grin, "I'm sorry to barge in although I saw you were gonna make a move to that jerk."
Yoseob blinked a few times before realizing that the cool girl is indead talking to him. "E-eh? It's no problem, really." He stuttered.
She offered her hand, "My name's Gina."
"Yoseob," He introduced himself.
"Aaaww, what a cute name. You're such a cutiee!" She couldn't help herself and leaned closer, while pinching both of Yoseob's plump cheeks, much to the boy's dismay, he only stood there helpless while his cheeks were being abused.
***
Doojoon cursed a bit more as he honked at the inert traffic, slowing him down for meeting his cute boyfriend. After passing the traffic, he made his turn to the left, which usually will bring him to the blonde house, but he was left puzzled when he saw the vacant home, and no sign of residency in the house. He slapped his own forehead as he cursed himself to be stupid not to call Yoseob first. He pressed the speed dial number 1, waiting for the other line to pick up.
"Hello?" A voice answered.
"Where the hell are you?" Doojoon demanded.
"Errm... I'm at the café across the train station."
"Who are you with?" Doojoon asked, while narrowing his eyes, slightly suspicious with the blonde's tone.
".....It's a long story, just come here."
Click.
Fuck. Since when this brat learned how to hang up on the almighty Yoon Doojoon?
Yoseob shifted uncomfortably in his seat, leaving his banana split untouched.
Gina watched her newfound friend, she tilted her head to the side, "Why aren't you eating? C'mon, I'm treating~"
Yoseob bit his lip, but took his spoon and took a mouthful of vanilla icecream with the banana, and swallowed it all, while trying to smile and laughed nervously. He peeked through his bangs the three creepy guards that stood behind Gina. He was contemplating wether it's a good idea or not to offer the three his banana split.
"I don't know your exact age, but I think I'm a Noona," Gina said with a cheery voice. "Am I right?"
"Well, I'm still a first year high-schooler. And you?" Yoseob frowned, "I'm sorry, should I call you Noona?"
"Gina will be fine. The 'Noona' title makes me feel old." She laughed, "But it's as I thought, I'm a Noona. I'm supposed to be in the second year of highschool right now."
"Supposed to be?" Yoseob couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, I was taking my education in the States but my parents suddenly called me back to Seoul because they said there was something important blah-blah-blah emergency. In fact, I just come here straight from the airport," Gina chattered. "Now that I think of it, you're my first friend I made in Korea!"
Yoseob crooked out a small smile, this girl is quite unique.
Doojoon arrived at the cafe Yoseob said only minutes after the younger disconnected the line. He rushed into the cafe; ignoring the waitress that asked how many person he's with, and quickly scanned the crowd. It's not that hard to find a blonde. And he was right, in fact, he found the blonde with another blonde. Now, who's that?
"Yah Yang Yoseob! Don't you dare try to hang up on me again when I'm not finished talking." Doojoon growled without warning.
Five pairs of eyes immediately landed upon Doojoon, the guards suddenly became alerted and grabbed Doojoon while one of them nearly choked him to death.
"Hey! It's okay, it's okay! He's a friend!" Yoseob squeaked, panicked at the ultimate precaution the guards were taking for their young lady.
Gina smacked one of her over-reacting guards in the head, while commanded, "Let him go, you fools."
The three did exactly as said and released Doojoon.
Doojoon fingered his own throat, furiously coughing and gasping for air, "What the heck-"
"I apologize for their behavior. They tend to be over protective sometimes. You're Yoseob's friend right?" Gina grinned at Doojoon, "Any friend of Yoseob is a friend of mine." She said while offering a handshake.
Doojoon raised a curios brow at the stranger, then gave a look to his boyfriend. He didn't accept the greeting though, Gina's hand was awkwardly hanging in the air until she brought it down to her sides.
"Not such friendly guy, huh?" Gina remarked, a little bit insulted.
Yoseob sent Gina an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, he's just this kind of person. Please do not take his rude behavior to the heart."
"Why are you apologizing to her? Come on, we're leaving, Seob." Doojoon barked, while tugging on Yoseob's wrist.
"Yah Yoon Doojoon! Do you think I'm some trolley you can push and pull anywhere? I decide where I want to be!!" Yoseob pry his wrist away from the grip, a little bit annoyed at his unreasonable boyfriend.
Doojoon scoffed, "Right. Since when do you listen to my words."
Gina's small laugh caught the boys' attention.
Gina realized the confused expression on both of the boys, and excused herself, "I'm sorry, but you guys are so cute. You fight like a couple would fight." Gina commented.
Yoseob made a face. Seriously, what exactly does 'cute' define in her dictionary?
"That's because we are- hmffh"
Doojoon's mouth was soon covered by Yoseob's hand, the younger whispered to Doojoon, "I don't think she needs to know about our relationship, honey." The 'honey' in Yoseob sentence was usually used to show a sign of affections, but he used it in a threatening way: don't do it or I'll kill you 'honey'.
Doojoon shrugged him off, but complied anyway. He pushed away the hand that was covering his mouth and his lips were pressed into a grim line. "I said, we're leaving."
Yoseob's whine of protests were ignored as Doojoon pulled the younger boy out of the café; Doojoon heard the blonde shouting "sorry"s and some curses here and there, mainly bad words directed to himself.
Gina bite back a laugh when Yoseob tugged on the handle of the door and wouldn't let go while the other pulled the boy nonetheless. What's that guy's name again? Ah, Doojoon. Maybe that guy would be so attractive if those lips doesn't speak such rude words. Gina slapped her forehead when she just remembered she didn't exchange numbers with Yoseob. How would they meet again?
"Who's that gal you were hanging with?" Doojoon questioned right after they got into the car; though Yoseob entered the car unwillingly.
Yoseob sighed, he knew this question would come sooner or later, "She's not some 'gal'. She's Gina, I kinda met her when I was browsing the market."
"What happened to your house? Did you move or something?"
Yoseob rolled his eyes, "Why do I feel like I'm being interrogated?"
Doojoon rolled his eyes mockingly in response, "Just answer my question."
"My family moved to the countryside; in order to support me for living here. Apparently your mother's strong influence in the business had shut us down for good" Yoseob said sarcastically. "And yes, I moved."
Doojoon narrowed his eyes, not liking where this conversation is going. "Are you going to break up with me cause of my mother?"
Yoseob didn't even think twice and the word just slipped out, "Maybe."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Doojoon's raise of tone made the blonde wince.
"Don't talk to me that way," Yoseob growled. He reached for the handle of the door, but Doojoon stopped the younger before he could get out.
A sigh fell from Doojoon lips.
Yoseob plopped himself back into the seat of the car and crossed his arms in front of his chest, while a pout tugged on his lips.
Doojoon watched his boyfriend sulked and felt bad. "I'm sorry."
There was no response until Yoseob was caught off guard when Doojoon leaned in for a kiss.
Doojoon noted with satisfaction when the blonde kissed back; despite the pout Yoseob was still sporting. He gave out a smirk when they pulled apart from the kiss and embraced him instead.
Yoseob put his chin on the elder's shoulder while his breath ghosted on Doojoon's nape. "You know you can't always kiss me and somehow it makes everything alright."
Doojoon chuckled, "But it does make things better between us, and don't deny it. I know you like it"
Yoseob shoved the elder while tint of pinks were visible on both of his cheeks, and cursed under his breath. The words were barely audible but Doojoon's quite sure, whatever the blonde was saying, but he's sure all of them aren't pretty words.
There was then a knock on the car's window; both turned to the man, and Yoseob vaguely remember seeing this man in Doojoon's mansion, possibly one of the guards.
Both could easily make out the words the man was mouthing.
"There you are."
***
"Where's my son?"
Madam Yoon asked Mr. Lee while she checked herself out on the mirror. She should looked perfect for the important meeting; she shouldn't be intimidating, but shouldn't be less fierce either.
Mr. Lee, on the other hand was managing to keep a straight face but his hands were busy wiping out the cold sweats were flowing down his neck.
"I apologize Ma'am, but young master is not in his room." He said in a low voice, silently wished this old hag wouldn't hear his words.
Madam Yoon turned to the man, "What? You said-"
"I'm sorry Ma'am, apparently young mistress has helped him to escape. It was beyond my control," he quickly said, before he got yelled any further for the crime he didn't commit.
"That wretch." The first lady of Shinhwa gritted her teeth, obviously panicking since the arranged meeting was about to start.
"Wretch, huh? What a very nice way to refer your daughter." A voice from the back said. "Are you sure we're blood related?"
Narsha rose up her chin while she walked to her mother, with the sound of her clicking heels were the soundtrack of the room.
Madam Yoon looked away from her daughter and sent her glare to the only man in the room.
"I have already dispatch some of my men to search for young master. He should be here any minute, Ma'am." Mr. Lee said automatically.
"He better be, or say goodbye to your-"
The words were cut off when the big door opened up, and two young man enter the room.
Madam Yoon scrunched up her nose in distaste when she found out it was Yoseob who was accompanying his son. Her head just hurt with the images of what the boys might be doing together.
"Why is this filthy boy here?" She hissed; not even lowering her voice while insulting the blonde.
Yoseob was silent, definitely not interested on creating a scene here. He then spotted Narsha on the side, her expression was quite hard to read.
"What do you want? Old hag." Doojoon snarled while stressing the two last words with sarcasm and mock.
Madam Yoon scoffed, "Said the little baby who can't even control his bladder until he was a sixth-grader."
If Doojoon's rage was fire, the whole room would be burnt down by now. "Irrelevant to the topic, Mom."
"There's an important meeting you should attend to. Please later behave yourself in front of you fiancé and her family," she said while stressing the 'her' and sending her deadliest glare to Yoseob.
Yoseob's expression went dark on the words; he unconsciously tensed and dug his own nails into his palm.
"And why would you even think of the possibility of me wanting to obey you?" Doojoon retorted with a scoff.
Madam Yoon gestured to the stiff blonde, "Does this brat need to suffer because of your disobedience?"
There was a moment of silence before Doojoon turned to the blonde, taking his hand into himself; squeezing it a bit, as if reassuring Yoseob.
"It's not that hard to make the parents hate me. I was never the son-in-law material," Doojoon whispered to the younger.
Though Yoseob silently laugh, but smile wouldn't reach his lips.
"Are you okay?" Narsha gave a concerned look to the blonde. Yes, she knew that was a rethorical question, but it did some relief when Yoseob said yes; even if he didn't mean it.
Yoseob got up from his seat. He answered before Narsha could question him, "I'm going to the gents' room, I don't think Noona should come."
Narsha made a face but complied anyway. "Don't run away. Doojoon will kill me if you're not here after the meeting is over."
Yoseob knew that was probably true. But the truth is, he didn't care. He's too fucked up with his own problems to even start caring about other's.
Yoseob turned to right and left and wandered for a while. Not seeing where he was going, he bumped into someone.
"Sorry," he immediately blurted out as he looked up to the person he bumped himself into. Recognition ran across his face, and so did on the other person.
"Yoseob?"
Gina squealed in disbelieve for the fortunate coincidence, "Hey! We didn't get to exchange numbers before. What are you doing here?"
"...It's kind of complicated, but I'm kinda waiting for my friend here." Boyfriend, he silently added in mind. "And you?"
"Ah, that rude friend of yours?" Gina recalled the attractive male before. "Hey, Seob, I'm sorry, sure I'd love to talk to you for a little bit longer, but I'm running out of time, my dad has been calling me for a gazillion times and I better hurry up to this 'important' meeting." She said while rolling his eyes.
"Wait for me will ya until it's over?" Gina winked as she walked past the blonde while patting the other blonde's shoulder.
Yoseob stood there like a statue; completely forgotten his original destination.
....It can't be.
"Where is she?" Doojoon asked impatiently, and received a high kick from his mother under the table.
The Choi s gave out an apologetic smile, "I apologize for her lateness, but I can assure you she's on her way here."
Doojoon slumped back to his seat while eyeing the people across. So, it's the Choi s. Doojoon may not be bright, but he know well enough that the Choi has been the fiercest competition for Shinhwa, they're quite a large corporate group. He stole a quick glance to his mother, how did this old hag managed to arrange this meeting?
His trains of thoughts were stopped when a girl busted through the door with irregular breathing; obviously the person had run to reach the place.
The Choi s immediately stood up when they saw their daughter enter the room. "There she is."
Doojoon locked his gaze with the girl for a while; where did he see this woman? Why was it her face familiar? And then he remembered, so does the girl.
"....You!"
They both said in unison, earning them the confused look from their respective parents.
Doojoon dropped his mouth; apparently his fiancé was the girl his boyfriend was hanging with. What a coincidence.
-End of Chapter 15-