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Martin travelled a lot in his life. His father was from Canada and his mother was from Korea, this already tells a lot about his huge family and his story. Martin never truly took a step aside to see his blood line, he just knew that travelling was normal for his family. He never wondered about anything, he just knew that being the boy in the family means caring a lot of responsibilities. He grew up very close to all family members. Aunties always asked him about his love life hen his Uncurls asked about his job life. It was a lot every time their meet but for Martin, it was love and caring for the younger generations. It was normal for everyone.
As a successful seventeen years old self made compositor, Martin started to travel a lot more alone due to work and business. Although, he never forget to get a small something for his sister. The one that made him love the path he chooses today. His parents are his biggest inspiration in life and never, never a day in his life, he wasn’t gratefully about the love and support he received since he was a little kid. Everyone loved Martin and not just because he was good looking or outgoing, but because he was a hard-working person and carried a lot of talents.
Yet, he never truly find love.
The boy is a huge fan of romance and he never dined it. He wasn’t the biggest fan of attention but he loved the feeling of being in love. He believe in destiny and love at first sign.
For him, every meeting was written in the stars.
Unfortunately, the love of his life never shows up in his seventeen years on earth. But that didn’t stopped him, he tried to learns more about love, desire and preference in a partner. For him, his first love would also be is last. He cannot imagine himself giving his heart to someone else if it’s already broken. For him, just like his dad told him, love is unique in his own way.
“You can’t decide to be in love, you need to feel love in you.”
Martin believe a lot in his fate, he believe he will meet that person very soon.
He hope, soon.
This summer, Martin as on his way back home since he spend two whole months in the USA. He was more than proud of his work, making headline in L.A and New York. Taking vacations in Korea was like peace for him. Everting felt lighter when he was back in his home. This time, he was alone since his parents and sister when to see his Canadian side of the family.
Peace, real peace.
The moment he lend in Korea, some people recognised him and waved at him, congratulating him. He can’t really lied, he became a big name in Seoul, a real human treasure in the country.
“Stop day dreaming hyung.”
Eom Seonghyeon.
That boy saw him going higher and higher in the music industry.
The bay that saw every colours of Martin.
His best friend.
His right hand in a way.
Him in an other body.
“SEAN!”
Martin ran, he ran so fast that the smaller boy was laughing at his reaction. The hug was bone crushing and both of them didn’t through a second that they really needed that hug. Both were busy, Martin in the USA and Seonghyeon in Korea. It wasn’t simple for them to call or even sending a small message every so often. It felt right.
“Man, I missed you. Never though you’ll get up from that computer to meet me at the airport.”
“Stop saying nonsenses Martin hyung, you know you worth more than work.”
“I missed you so much, I’m gonna write it down. 18th of August, you came-”
“Stooopp, I’m not that bad as a friend. Come on!”
Laughing at the top of their lungs just like always. Martin felt like coming home in his best friend arms. He was mostly alone, be never in his life he felt lonely since the day he met Eom Seonghyeon. They were stuck at the hips forever.
“My mom is waiting, let’s go home hyung.”
Martin never felt so loved.
“I’m going for a walk Auntie! Promise I’ll be back before ten!”
“Martin! You just came back from the airport AND your friend home, you must be tired honey.”
“No worries Auntie! I’m Martin after all! I’ll text you if you got home by ten. Promise!”
And with that, he ran outside of the home feeling the fresh air of the summer. He forget how the weather were here. Seonghyeon told him that here in Korea it rained a lot just before he took his flight and so the weather wouldn’t be so hot in the next days. The boy hated the hot weather anyway.
As he walked down the streets of his house, he was meet with a lot of small animals. Some were running in the grass, some were in the trees and some where flying toward the sunset in front of Martin.
Peace.
Until he saw someone.
He was wearing red, brown wavy hair and porcelain like face. He looked like a doll made with love. Sitting alone on a bench, back facing the sunset. He was closer to a dream from Martin’s mind than a creations of god. He was beautiful.
Crying wasn’t something Martin though could be this breathtaking but that stranger made his tears turned into precious pearls in a matter of time, running town his pale cheeks just for Martin’s eyes. Biting his full lips, he looked lost and uncomfortable. Playing with his cloths, it just looks like this boy got his heart broken or worst.
Without a lot of though in mind, Martin’s body began to move on it’s own, walking closer and closer to the pretty man on the bench. He sat next to him, not saying a word. Slowly, the boy stopped shivering from his emotions, whipping down the tears with the back of his hand, he peak a look at the taller boy next to him. Confusion could be written on his face when Martin proposed him a small tissue to whip the very last tears from his perfect face. He studied his face like a machine, looking at very small portion of Martin’s face. From the blonde hair, to his eyes and expression.
“Hey, do you want to talk about it? I’m Martin.”
Martin. Such a precious name for a handsome person like him Juhoon though.
Tired eyes, Juhoon took the tissue from the man’s hand, noddling a little while getting his breath to go back to normal. Seeing the boy in red shivered a little, Martin took his jacket off and slowly putting it around the boy’s shoulders. Smiling to himself because of how small the boy looked in his cloths. Juhoon just let everything happened. Maybe, life would be better for him.
“Juhoon, I’m Juhoon.”
“Are you...Do you want to talk about it?”
Juhoon took a deep breath, tears treated to split again. He let his head get a little bid lighter before speaking. Careful with his words.
“I...I ran from home.”
Martin nodded at the statement from the beautiful boy. Waiting for more informations on why.
“I don’t want to get marry to that boy.”
Oh.
Oh.
That’s why.
“You see.” he paused, taking an other breath. “We are best friends and our family just want to arrange this thing without considering our feelings. They want us to settle down because we know each other since childhood but I just can’t. We promised to take care of each other but never in this life time, we though that our parents wanted a marriage since little.”
“When I ran out today, it was because I couldn’t stand lying to family members about our future plans. I’m NOT his husband and he is not mine.”
“So… that explains a lot.”
“Yeah, I feel like I’m forced to betray all of them. Ether way I’m trapped. Me and my best friend.”
“What about him? What does he thinks.”
“He has a boyfriend. An older one, from a totally different back ground and country. They both meet as athletes. Since the day he told me about him, I just wish the best for them.”
“And what about you? Do you wish the best for you too?”
That stunned Juhoon. He never though that putting himself last would be an issue in his life. Being number one everywhere he goes to being the talk of the town, Juhoon as always stayed humble about his status. He knew his parents connections and he knew that he worth a lot for the family. Being an only child and a boy cost a lot as a reputation in his blood line. The day Juhoon came up to his parents, they just accepted it as the most normal thing in the world until the boy noticed that his mother was looking for a possible husband for her son. He never spoked about wanting to get married but he wish on every birthday that love would find a way to his heart in a way or an other.
“I wish my life could feel a little bit personal. My rules, my life, me.”
Martin smiled at the kind of mind set. He never truly saw the intentions of arranged marriages but he could understand that the boy wasn’t looking for this. He wanted love, just like Martin does.
“I know we don’t know each other but it’s getting late… Do you want to wash up at my house? I just live next door. I promise I don’t bite!”
The brown hair boy hesitated a little before smiling at the offer. Knowing that today will be a better day.
When they arrived at Martin’s house, his aunt had left a huge portion of food just for him in the fridge with a small note on the kitchen counter.
Take care Martin! Love from aunty :)
He smiled at the note and took out his phone, writing a quick massage to her before going back to the leaving room were his new friend had took off his shoes and Martin’s jacket.
“Are you hungry? I’ll prepare food while you take a shower, let me show you around!”
Martin youthful tone was just like the music he produced, a symphony that took all Juhoon’s worries away in a matter of time. It just felt like home.
By the time Juhoon took a shower, he wrote to his mother that he was staying at a friend house, taking a small time before thinking about marriage plans.
He looked at his reflection a little bit longer. Red eyes, hair sticking weirdly to his head, pale skin. He looked like a whole mess. Deep breaths after deep breaths, he when out of the bathroom wearing clothes from Martin. He felt relaxed for the first time. No rush, just him and himself.
He when down in the kitchen. Martin had changed his cloths too, looking handsome without doing too much. He was focus on the food and before nighter of them could speck, Juhoon stomach started growling. Embarrassing the smaller one. Martin laugh a bit at the situation.
“Diner is ready Juhoon.”
Yeah, Juhoon felt like he was at home for the first time.
The next day, Juhoon felt a heavy but blessing present next to him.
So warm.
He slowly opened his eyes and was meet with the tallest, laying next to him. Juhoon took a closer look had the sleepy boy. His pretty blonde hair, falling on his resting face should be in Juhoon’s history book at this point. How can someone like Martin would care about him?
So strange, he is a stranger and yet, I feel safe.
I’m in his bed and I’m okay.
He was lost in his mind until the other raised his arms in his sleep which made the boy froze on the spot. Without a second though, the man pulled Juhoon into his chest, trapping him completely.
Warm, warm, warm.
Juhoon’s brain was spinning like a wheel. He didn’t know what to do or what to say. He was at the mercy of the man. Moreover, he felt selfish for the first time in his life. Never did he though that this situation was a good idea and yet, he was enjoying every moment. He shyly hugged the tall figure back, locking his arms around the waist, finally taking a deep breath into his chest.
Feeling so loved for the first time was good…but also bad at the same time.
“Are you okay?” Martin’s raspy voice snapped Juhoon out of his mind. His voice was… doing things to Juhoon he never experimented before.
He waited for an answer before starting brushing the boy’s hair, tucking small portion of it behind Juhoon’s ear that had became red in a matter of time. Eyes locked in, the brown hair boy just nodded at the question, unable to start a conversation right know.
“It’s eight… hungry?”
After finishing the breakfast, Juhoon felt a little bit uneasy. He doesn’t want to leave because he knew he will miss Martin but he had responsibility to take care off outside of this. One call from his phone took him and Martin by surprise. He was froze when he looked at the name saved on the number.
Mother.
“My mom…” the boy said a little bit embarrass. He knew his mom is not mad, just confused about everything.
“I’ll pick up. No worries I will not say weird things to aunty.” Martin said without letting Juhoon the choice to say yes or no. He smiled and winked before taking the phone from his hands. Letting the phone on speaker.
“Kim Juhoon! Were are you-”
“Hi aunty Kim, I’m not Kim Juhoon unfortunately. I’m Martin, he is staying at my house for today.”
“What… Martin? Were my son!?”
“He was feeling sick yesterday so I took him. No worries, he will feel better soon. I promise aunty.”
“Can I at least have a talk-”
“Sorry aunty, he is very very sick, he’ll call you back!”
“Mar-”
Beep beep beep.
“I hope it’s okay-” before he could process anything, the smaller one jumped in his arms, tears running down his face. The blonde took this as a victory and just hugged the boy’s waist, tight, hopping this moment would never end for the both of them. The stay silence until Martin whipped Juhoon’s tears of his cheeks, smirking at him in a playful way.
“Everting is going to be okay. I promise. As long as I’m with you, you’re safe.”
“Thank you Martin.”
“Thanks to you, Juhoon.”