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1 - He is sensible and so incredible.
See you later. Can't wait. XO
“What!?” A voice asks near his right ear.
Seungmin suddenly locks his phone from shock and turns around to see his best friend, Jeongin, glaring at him. He takes a sip on his frappe and shrugs.
“No way!” Jeongin sighs exaggeratedly and dramatically. He always does. “You're no way ----getting back together with him.”
He eyes his best friend as if he's grown two heads. “We are not!”
Jeongin takes out something from his bag and hands him a mirror. He examines it first before Jeongin says, “Please take a look at yourself!”
And Seungmin does. He cannot see anything but his usual face. “So..?”
“That's the face of being in love!”
Seungmin examines himself carefully. A single blush means being in love again? Definitely not. He's been through different heart aches, the last relationship proved how much he fails in romance. There's no way he's ready for a relationship, again.
“Jeongin-ah ”
“Don't you remember how he broke your heart when we were in university? How he was just a douche bag to you?” Jeongin likes to remind him.
The man shrugs in return. “Who cares? We're not dating.”
“Remember Minho hyung?” He suddenly halts thinking about him --- for it still kind of hurts. “It's been --- six months, right? And how's the divorce going on so far?”
Seungmin looks at Jeongin. Jeongin has a point. He always does.
It's been six months since he walked out of their shared house. Six months since he's last seen Minho. Six months since he has thought about him at all.
Two months ago, he got reacquainted with Hwang Hyunjin by an accident. Two months since he's acting like a friend.
And just one month ago, he has filed a divorce on the ground of irreconcilable differences between Minho and him.
His best friend tugs at his elbow. “Are you sure, though?”
“About what, Innie?”
“Divorce with Minho hyung.”
2 - But I miss screaming and fighting
“Seungmin-ah! Seungmin!”
There's a loud knock on his door. He tunes it out.
“Please Hear me out.”
Ignore it, ignore it, Seungmin .
He tries so hard to ignore it and closes his eyes and pulls the pillow on his chest as if the pillow
can protect his heart from yearning the same man knocking on his door.
“You'll be going soon.” He whispers.
But please stay.
“I didn't mean it. Please I want you to talk to me.”
Seungminsits up and contemplates as he nears the door. There's this determination to open the said door and open up his heart, too. He holds his breath as he holds the door knob. This is Minho fighting for them. For him. Unlike the exes he had before. Nobody ever fought for him.
And then there's Minho.
“Jiwoo?” The voice says suddenly. “Yeah I'm coming home.”
Seungmin can hear the disappointment in his heart as the other starts his car. He thinks he no longer has tears to fall but he's still crying and crying and crying.
He's no longer Minho's home.
He'll never be his home again.
3 - He opens up my door and I get into his car
Hwang Hyunjin is a perfect gentleman.
Seungmin knows that as he watches him opening the car door for him. There's no need to, he tells him, but he only smiles without answering and he gets in. No need to fuss over anything.
“You know you didn't have to do that, Hyunjin.” He reminds again. Because if he can, he'll draw the line between them again and again until he remembers it.
Hyunjin puts his seat belt and he smells really wonderful. He meets his gaze, and his ears are burning hot; his face flushes with red as they look into each other's eyes.
He's so close, he realizes. Too close, in fact, more than he allows himself to.
Hwang Hyunjin puts a smile on his gorgeous face, perfect set of white teeth blinding him. “You know I like and enjoy doing this for you, right?”
Kim Seungmin nods. Hyunjin, when they were dating in university, really surprised him in different ways. A perfect gentleman, he swept him off his feet like a real and true Prince Charming.
But his defenses are up. He is a devil in disguise as a Prince Charming.
“I don't know why you're doing this ”
“Well, because I'm still in love with you.”
He freezes in his place. Hyunjin always catches him off-guard. He's blunt, bold and assertive of things, too.
Seungmin sighs, gripping on his seat belt. “I'm not looking forward to fall in love again.” Which is true.
Hyunjin grips the handle of the steering wheel and focuses on the road. “I'll make you, Seungmin-ah.” He's serious.
“I don't know why you're acting like this, Hyunjin-ssi,” He emphasizes the line he's trying to draw between them. “But it's not like we'll ever be dating again.”
There's a flash of hurt in his eyes, but he dismisses it.
“I want you.... the way Minho wanted to --- more than that. I love you and I would care for you the way he never did.”
Seungmin shakes his head and looks outside. “Like how you treated me like a trash in uni, Hyunjin-ssi?”
The guy sighs and reaches for him. He does not tug his hand off. Hyunjin looks like he's ready to give up everything for this second chance he wants to get Hyunjin looks at him as if he were a prize rather than a price ---- he feels warm these days but he doesn't want it.
“I'd never dream of that again.”
A poignant pause.
He doesn't want to continue talking about this.
“I like your new hair cut.” He says softly, dropping the subject, with a smile.
Confusion then relief breaks on his face. There's a smile on his face as he watches the scenery folding outside.
(He really did cut his hair.)
He's amazed at how Hyunjin sees right through him the compliment he begged to get from him before the look in Hyunjin’s eyes as if he's a prize rather than on his eyes' as if he were a price.
There's a tug on his heart with the compliment.
He's excited to go home, knowing he's dressed up and got his hair cut. He's wearing his new blue sweatshirt that Jeongin personally chose for him. He's just happy , and there's nothing special today as he cooks pasta for both of them, sets the dining room with candles around.
When he comes back home, he waits by the door with a smile. He hardly looks at him and asks, ”What's for dinner?”
He's thwarted but tries to feel optimistic.
“Pasta.” He singsongs at him.
They go straight in the dining area. Minho eyes around the room, both fascinated and confused. He looks with fear in his eyes.
“Oh... I forgot. It's our anniversary.” He says, clenching his fists in his sides. “I'm sorry I did not prepare anything for you... I was ”
Seungmin’s smile fades.
“There's no anniversary, Minho hyung. I was just happy that I prepared --- but yeah never mind.” He smiles nervously, hoping it reaches him.
Minho sighs, relaxed. “Thank Goodness.” There's a smile tugging on his lips. He wants to punch his face so bad. “Let's eat.”
Seungmin sits on his seat dejectedly.
He never heard the compliment he was looking for.
4 - All my single friends are jealous
It's Felix’s birthday. It's Lee Felix's birthday, and he is not getting a NO as an answer. Lee Felix was his batch mate way back in University, a diva --- the biggest diva in this world, to be very honest.
Seungmin expects his birthday as grand (and it totally is) in an over-the-top high-end club in Gangnam, a masquerade theme party and he feels iffy with his tight black suit and even tighter pants.
He expects that he hates this particular suit already, all thanks to his crazy Jeongin again, who has his eyes checking on them --- him, Hyunjin, particularly --- and his dangerously low V cut line on his front.
“What... isn't this my lovely Seungminnie.” Yongbok greets as he opens his arms wide for him.
Felix’s eyes train on someone, though, and he feels the incoming headache. Felix is an evil, sly, and loves baits. And right now, he and Hwang Hyunjin are the baits for him.
Hwang Hyunjin casually nods at him and wraps his arm around his waist protectively.
“If this isn't a very interesting night, I don't know what is.” Lixie says meaningfully.
Seungmin should have seen it coming, especially Felix’s words are laced with other meanings. Always.
He doesn't expect, though, the different murmurs of their old friends about him and Hyunjin. Two people who broke off in university, who are now together after eight years. But he knows that they're just friends.
One of the guests, also known as the reporter (since she used to be the biggest blabbermouth before) approaches him and wheels his away from Hyunjin’s ear shot.
“Oh my god!” He remembers her name is Ryujin. And she's looking flustered at the moment. “You're back together?”
Seungmin looks warily at Hyunjin who's offering him a smile in return.
“No.” He denies vehemently.
Ryujin bumps her hips on his, almost sending him off. What. “Eyyy! You and Hyunjin used to be the campus couple for a few months.”
That is until he cheated, of course.
He only smiles at her, feeling uncomfortable when Hyunjin appears beside them.
“I'm taking him away, if you may excuse us.” Hyunin, in his deepest voice, murmurs which automatically sends Ryujin and other girls giggle with themselves, eyeing him.
Hyunjin takes him away at some place in a corner.
He leans down at him and he's dangerously close. He's no longer used to this kind of contact, but it's welcoming.
“I'm sorry if they make you uncomfortable.”
Oh.
Seungmin shrugs and smiles tentatively. “I'm perfectly fine, don't worry. Thank you, though,”
Prince Charming holds his right hand takes it on his lips. It's warm... it's okay.
But his treacherous heart screams for another name.
5 - He respects my space
Seungmin--- foolish Seungmin--- should have seen this coming. Especially after Felix’s words.
Not far from them, stands Lee Minho, in his perfect black suit, forehead showing, looking --- glaring in their way. He tries so hard to cover himself with the mask he has, but not even that can cover his nervousness.
And his heart skips a beat.
It's been long since they've last seen each other. And well, he's still breathtaking tonight. There's an itch --- to go to him --- to touch him once more --- to be close to him once more.
“Do you want to talk to him?” Hyunjin wonders.
He's astonished by his attitude.
Hyunjin looks at him --- waiting for an answer. He laughs at his reaction. “I mean--- technically, he's still your husband?” He nods. “So... if you like to talk to him, I'll be there for you, don't worry.”
Seungmin doubts his words, doubts Hyunjin, overall.
He offers his hand, he takes it but before they can move, Felix is already coming their way.
“Oh, I found you!” Felix happily greets again.
But he isn't very much pleased, not when behind him is his estranged husband whose eyes are ready to hit anyone.
He acknowledges him with a nod.
But his eyes are solely boring a hole right through Hyunjin who is not flinching at all, not backing out --- trying to square Minho.
If this is not awkward at all, he doesn't know anymore.
Minho eyes his from head to toe and shakes his head. It feels terrible inside --- feeling as if he's judging him and it feels terrible to stand in front of him again after so long.
“Here.” Minho is handing his coat that he hasn't realized he's taken off.
Seungmin arches his brows at him.
“Cover yourself.” He commands.
He looks down at himself once more.
And... oh.
Oh...
Realization dawns by itself.
Everyone is holding their breath as he thrusts his coat on his hands.
Before anything, though, Hyunjin is already putting on his coat on his shoulders. Felix’s looking as if they're an entertainment. And he's feeling more confused as ever.
“My date... my care.” Hyunjin smiles at him.
Minho nods, taking back his coat.
“Hon...” There's another voice calling.
Seungmin is not surprised to see Park Jiwoo, clinging on to Minho like a koala.
There's a little scream inside his heart. He tunes it out nonetheless.
“I'm out!” Felix declares suddenly.
This brat, he curses.
“Well... this is rather an interesting sight to paint... right, Seungmin-ssi?” Her voice is a tease and he won't be taking the bait. “Are you still painting.... or are you working in another field already?”
Something snaps inside him.
Hyunjin rubs his back gently and he's calm for a moment.
Seungmin bites the inside of his cheeks to prevent himself from answering.
“Wait... are you tired of being an unknown painter?” Jiwoo fakes a gasp.
“Jiwoo...” Minho warns.
He wants to punch Minho at this moment. So this asshole already told everything to this bitch? If they want to play this game, why can't he?
“Are you still... the side woman , Jiwoo-ssi?” He smirks as he sees Jiwoo’s eyes turn angry. “Oh yes... you still are!”
Jiwon raises her hand, when Hyunjin runs in front of him and takes the slap initially intended for him.
The party stops.
The time stands still.
Everyone's attention is on them.
And Minho's avoiding his gaze.
“You know what,” Seungmin snaps. “Thank you for taking my husband --- ex-husband from me. It seems like --- he hasn't grown his balls yet. Good riddance, ex-husband.”
Seungmin is taking Hyunjin away from them --- from the party --- from the ongoing scene. His face feels hot --- hotter than ever from anger --- his vision is blurry with tears. It feels frustrating. It feels suffocating.
They stop in front of his car and Seungmin worries and turns to Hyunjin, caressing the cheek Jiwoo struck.
“Are you okay?”
Hyunjin smiles at him and nods.
“Weird masochist.” He mutters, rolling his eyes.
He kisses the inside of his wrist. “As long as you take care of me.”
Seungmin gulps.
“I'm sorry.” He says.
The man only smiles in return. “Let's go back home?”
He nods at him. He opens the door for and they drive off.
Home, where is home for him?
(But if he only stops, he'd see Minho running and chasing after them.
If he only stops, he'd hear Minho screaming out his name.)
6 - And kissing in the rain
He's sitting in front of the marriage counselor. Last week, he received a subpoena for both of them to attend the said counseling.
Seungmin fiddles with his hands. He's nervous and is not exactly thrilled to be sitting in front of a counselor. There's a movement on his right and Minho sits next to him.
The counselor eyes both of them.
No one wants to peep.
“So...”
Her voice echoes inside the room and Seungmin feels little. He feels Minho's eyes on his but he's ignoring it --- he's ignoring the pain inside his chest.
The confrontation happened three days ago.
“You want a divorce on the ground of... ”
“Irreconcilable differences, Ma'am.” He says in a rush.
The older woman sighs. “You know that marriage is not a joke, right?”
Both of them nod.
“I'm sure before this you've loved each other right?” The counselor prods.
Seungmin clenches his fists on his lap. Did they? Did he, really?
“Have you ever considered ---- going back to the places where love --- whatever love you've lost ----
to ” The counselor stops seeing there's no reaction from them.
Seungmin looks at him, mistrustful. “With all due respect, Ma'am, we're here to get the divorce... not to get back together.”
“Look, Seungmin-ah, she's just helping out.” Minho reasons.
“I don't have time for this.” Seungmin dismisses, gathering his things. He has no intention to spend another second with Minho.
He bows down in front of the counselor and hurriedly leaves, Minho hot on his tail, following.
“This! Is! Insane!” He angrily mumbles.
“Minnie... please...”
Don't look back, no looking back. He warns himself.
When he's about to enter his car, Minho stops and turns him around. He holds him down, fingers on his face --- eyes - they're still fascinating as ever.
Seungmin wants to disappear.
--- wants the Earth to swallow him---
because he wants to cherish this moment
--- wants to kiss him ---
--- to feel him ----
his forehead on his.
“Let me explain, please.” He begs.
He wants to resist but he's holding him tight. The way he wanted him to hold before the way he
needed him before.
“I'm sorry, Seungminnie.” He exhales.
Seungmin tries prying him off but he's really holding tight. “Let me go, Minho hyung.”
“That night ”
He shakes his head, ready to run. “You don't have balls, Minho, stop bullshitting me.”
“I want to make it right.”
“There's no way ”
“Yes, there is!” Minho insists. “You know what is? Don't --- don't---” There's hesitation in his voice. He buckles but Seungmin waits.
He waits and waits.
But he's internally struggling.
Rain drizzles on both of them and Seungmin still tries but he's not letting go.
He continues waiting.
Seungmin laughs and looks up. “Your pride isn't letting you.” He smirks at him. “Now, let me go.”
Minho looks at him --- sad and tired.
Seungmin gets inside his car and drives as fast as he can. He watches in his rear view as Minho kicks the air.
Why do you keep getting my hopes up?
6.5 - It's 2AM and I'm cursing your name
Seungmin throws the black paint in the blank canvas in front of him. He's angry --- beyond angry that he's ever been in his life. He can't even think of something to paint. Not even this anger can turn into something he wants to relay.
He's blank.
His heart is blank.
There's a paint brush in his right hand and he brushes it angrily on the canvas.
“Fuck you.” He utters angrily.
If Minho --- if he says it forwardly, if he has the guts to say it out --- if his pride is not what he highly regards of --- if he tells him to stay with me again, Seungmin--- maybe it's different. It's another story.
“But he wouldn't --- never.”
What a sad life, indeed.
He glares at the poor canvas and slumps on the floor. He has resigned to his fate. There's no way things would go well between them. Never. Not anymore.
Beep. This is me, Seungmin . I might not be around so leave a message and I'll try to get back to you. ASAP.
Seungminnie ...
There's a loud jump hearing this voice. He hears a a gasp from the other line.
It's me, Minho . I --- I'm not really sure if --- if I can get this, you know? But I just want --- just want --- to relay ---- this. Seugmin , oh my god, last time...... I--- I'm sorry. I... I...
want to personally tell you.... please... Meet me today. Same place and time... Minnie , please... give this to me.
Same time and same place means when they first dated and when they've opened up about their exes. Seungmin isn't exactly sure why he's here --- why he's seeing the old pick up car that they used when they liked to stargaze together.
Together, why does the word leave a bitter taste in his dry mouth?
He isn't sure as to why Minho's shoulders feels heavy, as he sits at the back of his pick up car, eyes on the stars.
It's 3freakingAM, why is he here, again?
Maybe all he needs is a closure.
(This is what he likes himself to believe.)
Seungmin sits beside him with a sigh. “Tell me what you want.” He demands. He is in no way going to drag this any longer. He wants to leave as soon as he arrives.
Minho exhales loudly and glances at his way. Seungmin looks away and feels small. He's wearing his overalls jumper with pink t-shirt on. His hair in a messy apple bun and he's wearing nothing but a chapstick on.
The guy smiles warmly. “You... look nice.”
Seungmin avoids and scratches his neck. This is entirely unexpected from him. He's never complimented Seungmin since his pride got in the way of their relationship.
“I have no time to ---”
“I don't want a divorce.”
If he's shocked for awhile, he's now appalled by this revelation. He tries to calm down (heart, please calm down too) but he barely can react.
He—what?
“I don't want a divorce.” He repeats again.
This is not the Minho he expects tonight. How is he real?
“Minnie... look...”
“No... no.” Seungmin disagrees, standing up. “Look, Minho hyung, if you hit your head --- or some shit, I don't care. But this... us it will not work anymore.”
“Why the heck not?” He questions.
He's frustrated by this time. Why is this happening to him now? Did Minho suddenly forget what has happened between them?
“What do you mean --- oh my fucking --- Minho hyung, are you hearing yourself now? What do you --- Minho hyung, what..”
Minho holds his hand. “Minnie…”
Seungmin stops and looks at him fearfully. “Why are you doing this to me, hyung?” He inquires him seriously. “Is it fun? Is this fun for you, hyung? Is it a game? Well, I'm not exactly a good player, so please…”
He stands in front of him, trapping his head in between his hands. They are calloused and yet he misses them. He misses how they feel rough on his face but that's exactly what makes his hands attractive.
“I don't want to play your game, hyung.”
With all his might, he successfully pushes him off.
“Is it because of Hwang Hyunjin?”
Seungmin stands still on his ground. He gives him an incredulous look.
“Hyunjin has nothing to do with this.”
He taunts. “He's making you a business.”
He raises his hands in the air, giving up. “He's a friend! And what he has to do with me is none of your business.”
“You're my husband!” He exclaims.
“Husband?” He asks back. After so long “I won't be anymore. You can be happy and free with your side woman! So stay out of my life Hyunjin included.”
He walks out.
He guesses Minho wouldn't let him walk out just like that.
For he's pulled him to turn again to him.
And then he's kissing him.
Seungmin thinks about why he shouldn't kiss back ---- thinks about everything wrong ---- why he should never let his guard down again. But his heart and mind are different and this time, his heart has another thing in his mind.
For he is kissing back with no inhibitions and hesitations.
It feels like there's this sudden fire igniting for both of them alive.
Their night has never been this hot before.
7 - He's close to my mother, talks business with my father
It's a plague in his mind, whatever happened that night.
Lips on lips --- body on body --- heat on heat.
And he shakes his head every time this gets into his mind.
There's some food in front of him and sees his Mother looking at him with curious eyes. She eyes him like a prey and he doesn't even try to meet her eyes. His mother knows him best. Most mothers are, eventually.
“You look worn out.” She observes.
Seungmin fakes a laugh. “What do you mean?”
His mother puts her hands on her waist. This is not good. “Where were you last night?”
“I was --- at my studio.” He defends himself.
Mother shakes her head, disbelieving. “I heard Minho's voice through a phone call.” He's about to deny when his Mother's eyes get bigger. “And heeeeep. Do not deny. Did you meet him?”
I did more than meet him, Mom.
“Hyunjinnie is here!” His dad announces suddenly.
Mother stares at him, and he runs immediately to see Hyunjin in his gray suit with bouquet of flowers in his hands. It's pretty cliché knowing they are both guys but Hyunjin is here out to give flowers. He's smiling at him as if he's seen the sun for the first time. He feels sicker than he already is. Hyunjin goes to his Mother first as he kisses her hand.
“Good morning, Mrs. Kim.” He greets and hands her a strand of rose.
Mother beams at the rose and rejoices. “Wow, you're so sweet, Hyunjin.” His Mother suddenly comes near him and whispers, “Forget Minho. Hyunjin is the real charmer.”
He glimpses at Hyunjin who is only smiling.
He's been really wonderful all these while. He's a real gentleman. Perfect.
But last night had been one of the best nights in his life.
6.5 – It's a roller coaster kinda rush.
Seungmin reaches out for a star, hand outstretched.
Minho laughs as he tries to intertwine their fingers together.
“I've stopped seeing Jiwoo.” He confesses.
The man ceases and looks up to this soon-to-be-ex-husband, Seungmin’s head on his chest at the back of his pick up car. He feels elated --- if it was for whatever happened tonight or his news. He's elated and this is crazy.
The adrenaline is there and Seungmin feels high.
He combs his fingers on his hand. “I don't want a divorce, Seungminnie. When you walked out of our apartment --- I have decided to be with you. Just you. I know I was never the best husband out there--- in fact, I could be the worst. And a million of sorry will not suffice. But please, give me a chance again?”
Seungmin sees the same boy with the same stars in his eyes as his tears roll down. And he feels ashamed to see this once beautiful man crumbling down in front of him like he wanted him to. Is he happy now? Are you happy, Seungmin?
“You don't have to do it, Minho.” He says softly.
Minho's face turns serious and traps his face with his hands. He kissed his forehead. “I've always been in love with you. The moment you gave me that seat.” Seungmin snorts in return with the memory. “I guess --- I've just become used that you've always just been there and I wanted to be more than anything. I've sacrificed this love that was just right in front of me.”
Seungmin’s heart is beating too fast as he hears this from Minho. He sits up and thinks about this. Carefully. These are the words he's always wanted to hear --- always begged to get from him and he's saying all these words just now, when everything seems blurry.
After everything?
After all the shouts? The fights? Between them? Between our inner selves?
After Jiwoo ?
The husband sits up too and wraps his arms, putting his chin on his shoulders. “I've missed you so much, Minnie.” Minho whispers in his skin.
Is he ready to believe in him again?
He eyes him and Minho looks fearful when he meets his eyes.
“Minho ” His voice sounds scared.
There's a sad smile drawing on his face. “Tonight has been wonderful. Your words are very flattering. But there are some scars that cannot be healed.” Seungmin pats his cheeks. “We'll heal one day, but not for now.”
Maybe someday, maybe one day.
Or maybe never.
“I still have demons inside of me, Minho. You've left demons in me, Minho.”
And then he leaves.
8 - He's charming and endearing
There hasn't been a day that Hwang Hyunjin stops courting him.
Every day flowers? - Check.
Every night call and text? - Check.
Every weekend dates? - Check.
It's been three months since this started happening and it's been flattering the most.
Yet at the back of his mind, that roller coaster night will be remembered.
His lips on mine, his skin on mine, they still feel all real.
I can still feel his hands in every inch of my body.
I can feel his lips in all parts he explored that night.
I can feel his eyes begging me to let him in.
And I did. I did let him in.
He can't see the smile I'm fakin'
“Seungmin! Seungmin!”
Seungmin wakes up from his reverie. He around and sees most of his friends clapping their hands as he stands on a stage, his hands holding a microphone. His family is among the crowd, Jeongin standing in the very front, holding out a wine glass on him and not very far is Hwang Hyunjin, genuinely proud.
He remembers that this is his second exhibit gallery. And by far, a more successful one. This is insane, he reckons. He goes down the stage, Hyunjin waiting for him and everyone is cheering for them and Seungmin feels uncomfortable because they are chanting 'kiss' to two people who are not in a relationship.
He tries dismissing it with a smile but Hyunjin takes no notice of his discomfort and grabs this as an opportunity and pecks him on his cheeks. Seungmin just pushes him and laughs it off.
“Oh my god!” Jeongin exclaims, taking him away from Hyunjin as everyone scatters to his different paintings. He's glad for his best friend's distraction. “What was that?” His best friend is still stuck up with his relationship with Minho. It's quite obvious. Because really, he is just as bad as Jeongin is. Still stuck in a relationship that is meant to end.
“I'm as shocked as you are, Innie.”
Seungmin masks his sadness. It's been two months now since that night with his husband. He's refused the marriage counseling and wants to push through the divorce.
Do you, Seungmin ?
“Congratulations, Seungmin!” His Dad greets and hugs him.
“Thanks, Pa.” He answers with a peck.
Seungmin sneaks out as Jeongin talks to his parents. There's a particular painting that's dearly for him he makes sure it's a little far from prying eyes of everyone. He stands in front of it --- not a lot go to this corner.
The rebel.
That's the name of the painting. People ask him why it's named like that. There's nothing rebellious about the painting. It's very ordinary, but this painting gives him grief, happiness, and freedom.
At the back of a pick up car, there's a couple making out.
He's wearing a denim jumper, one sleeve down, his hair in a mess with wind whirling around and he is on top of him with his hands on his jaw, and he's on his favorite black leather jacket under his mercy and hands on his waist.
Take me back to that night.
“This is the most interesting painting.” Hyunjin comments.
Seungmin jumps a little hearing his voice.
“It's actually ordinary but you seem to hold this as your most precious one.”
Seungmin stares at the painting. “Well, I guess because--” The most amazing feel I've felt in the last six years of my life? It's the absolute reality I've always wanted for the last six years of my entire existence? “ simplicity is the best?”
He laughs at his ridiculous answer. “And here I was expecting a very heartfelt explanation from you.”
He only nods at him and there's silence hovering them.
Hyunjin gulps. “Do you think there's a chance? For us? Again?”
Seungmin’s face pales from the question. He faces Hyunjin with a sigh but before he can give the answer, one of his staff comes running in. “Seungmin-ssi! Someone bought this painting.” His staff says, pointing to the same painting they're in front of.
His head turns to the painting with disbelief.
Of all the paintings, why you?
“Seungmin!!!! Seungmin!” He sees his best friend rushing to them with a brown envelope on his hands. “Look! Someone gave this to the staff.” Jeongin hands him the envelope.
The man, in confusion, turns to everyone near him with a questioning face. He opens the envelope with shaking hands and sees paper and a letter.
Only one word catches and sticks in his mind: DIVORCE.
At the end of the paper lies Lee Minho's signature.
His signature is still missing.
And my heart's not breakin'
Jeongin gasps seeing the paper.
Seungmin thinks this is a bad joke now.
On the letter, it reads:
Be free and be happy. I wish you of your growth and happiness. LMH .
He looks at his staff with wide eyes and shakes his head. “Who bought this painting?” He demands to know because this is not a good joke. This is happening, this is real, and he is not sure whether he likes this or not.
The staff avoids his eyes. “Your husband.” She admits.
Seungmin’s legs give up and his world suddenly spins 360 degree. Jeongin and Hyunjin both catch him. Minho is giving him the freedom he's asking for 8 months now. He has fought this battle within himself and he has won. It's on his hands and with just one sign, that's the end of the story.
But just like that? And it's over?
“Oh, Minnie, are you okay?” He hears his Mom asking.
His Mom takes the paper from him and reads it. She squeals as she sees the paper.
“Oh my! What a beautiful news!” She squeaks. “Then you and Hyunjin ”
Seungmin glares at his Mom hard. “There's no Hyunjin and I!” He defends.
Seungmin steals back the paper from Mother and turns to Hyunjin. “You're amazing, you are these past few months and thank you.”
“Seungmin-ah, what are you talking about?” His Mom interferes.
“Ma,” He exhales. “I'm old enough to marry and divorce someone.” He reasons out.
“Seungmin hyung..” Jeongin calls his name and nods. Ever supportive. As always.
“I'm sorry, Hyunjin. I can't feel anything at all.”
Those are his last words because after that he's running away.
9 - You were wild and crazy
“Is Lee Minho there?” He asks without stopping as he enters his own building. “I know the way, don't worry.”
Even without answering, he already passes by the male assistant and opens the door wide. Cue, Minho has finally changed his assistant. No more Jiwoo in there.
Lee Minho is sitting on his swivel chair, his head lolling up, his arm blocking out the light from his eyes. And his heart freezes because he suddenly stands up the moment he feels another presence in his office.
Seungmin sees his mouth widening when he sees there, breathing so hard.
His chest is going to explode soon, he notes.
“That's my....” He hesitates. “I know him.” He informs his assistant who nods and closes the door. He steps forward to him with confusion and he hates him so so so much and he wants to punch him so so so bad.
So he does. He punches him square on his jaw that leaves him stumbling on the floor. There's adrenaline rushing through his blood seeing Minho there on the floor. He hates him so so much and if he can do more than punch, he'd gladly do so.
“What the ---” He asks when he stands up, but his face changes when Seungmin’s face is full with tears. He runs forward and wipes the tears away. “Seungmin, why why --- why...”
“I hate you so much.” He cries. “Hate you... hate you ”
He's confused with himself too. Why, why is he here – why is he crying?
Minho leads them on the couch. He sits him on his lap, but he doesn't even mind. All he knows is that Minho is with him, he's with Minho, his hands are on his face, and he's close --- so close, impossibly close and he can feel his breath on his. That's all that matters for him.
“Seungmin..” He whispers softly.
“No!” He sobs. “Call me the way you used to.”
“Minnie..” Minho says despite of being confused.
He shakes his head.
“Min..”
“No!” He sobs harder, burying his face on his chest.
“Babe..” He finally says, eyes softening.
Seungmin chokes harder and clutches on his expensive suit.
Minho does not care if he ruins his suit as he runs his fingers to wipe his tears. “Why are you crying so much, Minnie---” He's shaking his head now.”--- babe?”
“I don't want it.” He admits. “I don't want it.”
Seungmin slightly releases himself from Minho and returns the brown envelope to him. “I don't want this divorce, Minho. I want --- to be with you. I want... to go back home to you. We can fight. We can scream.... we can be frustrated with each other but I want to be with you.”
“Oh babe.” He cries back, hugging him. “I'm so so sorry. I thought you want this... so... even if I didn't want to I drunkenly signed it.”
He peers up to him. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm so unsure of myself that I failed to communicate with you. I'm sorry that I'm so rash with decisions without taking you into consideration without
thinking of you.”
“Babe ” He breathes out and he's smiling so hard now. “I love you.”
“I love you love you you love you hate you hate you and I love you.”
Minho's laughter echoes inside his office room.
Sometimes, it's not all about the mistakes and mistrust in the past, sometimes, it's about forgiving and being with someone through thick and thin – through ups and downs. No matter how safe Hyunjin feels, Seungmin would always choose the roller coaster ride with Minho.
Because he loves him and he wants to make everything works again.
10 - I never knew I could feel that much
“Are you serious?” Minho screams at him.
Seungmin bites his tongue to prevent from answering back and glares hard at Minho. Well, anyone is going to scream at him if they see their shared white blanket with a paint of his face so he hides a snicker behind his hands.
Minho looks at him with questioning eyes and hugs him. “What is this?”
Seungmin leads him near the blanket and holds it up on him. “See for yourself.”
He looks at it. The same one he has painted him.
Inside his office, face serious, hands under his chin and with a crown.
You're the King of My World. Thank you for being part of it.
Minho's face breaks into a smile and wraps his arms around him possessively and buries his face on his head. “You freaking scared me.”
Seungmin laughs and they both fall on the bed.
But before Minho can finally snoop in for a kiss, there's a bark and two soft footsteps running inside their shared bedroom. Minho raises his eyes at him as he pouts for a cuter effect. Seungmin swoops the baby in his hand and coos at her lovingly.
“What--- is that a dog, Kim Seungmin?”
Childishly, Seungmin covers the white poodle's ears. “She's hearing you, Minho!”
“Wait – seriously? Like I'm going to be ?”
“A dad, yes.” He excitedly screams back. “Daddy Minho. Daddy Minho. This is Sky. And I'm sure you're gonna love her.”
His heart leaps as Minho slips from the bed he's currently sitting on the ground. There are tears on his face as he hugs the poodle his chest and drags him down on the floor and kisses him on his forehead.
“Thank you for giving me this chance to be with you and be a family again.”
And that's the way I loved you.