Genre: Smut, Angst, Drama, Romance
Rating: NC -17
Warnings: Naughty language and... y'know, things that come with the genre smut.
Summary: Hankyung is the president of a very successful company and Siwon is his vice president. Heechul is one of Korea's most popular models who doesn't believe in love... until he met Hankyung. Now, behind his wifes back, Hankyung has been meeting Heechul for a few years... but what he doesn't know - and Heechul is very aware of - is that Siwon also has his eyes set on Heechul...
Chapters: [ 1 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 4 ][ 5 ][ 6 ][ 7 ][ 8 ][ 9 ][ 10 ][ 11 ][ 12 ][ 13 ][ 14 ]
Disclaimer: They're not mine. At all. But it's fun to put them in awkward situations...
[ Seoul ( Dongjak District ), Skyline Heights - 5:00am ]
It was quiet. Deathly quiet... so quiet that one could surely hear a pin drop from several miles away. Not even the many sounds from the city that never slept could seem to make it's way through Heechul's window. It was just... quiet. Hankyung stole another glance towards the alarm clock perched precariously on the edge of the end table, it's red digits flashing a retina burning bright red. A sigh escaped his lips as he once again fixated his darkly dyed eyes on the ceiling above his head, his eyes long since becoming used to the inky black darkness that seemed to blanket the room.
Sure, it may have only been a few hours since the two actually ended up going to bed - the previous hours before that filled with a more... enticing pass-time - but despite the fact that he had been exhausted, unlike Heechul, Hankyung was still wide awake and, for some reason, extremely restless. He had been overcome with a feeling of dread that for some reason just wouldn't go away, no matter how he tried to ignore it.
Hankyung rolled over onto his side, this time coming face to face with Heechul who's pale skin still seemed to glow despite the lack of light in the premesis. A small smile curled his lips as he took in his lover's sleeping face... it looked so innocent, so peaceful... a complete contrast to his fiery, arrogant personality that came with the name Kim Heechul. It was one of the many things Hankyung adored about the man, how in front of him he was no longer the rude model everyone knew, but heartfelt and caring - and extremely seductive and dangerous.
The bed made a soft creaking sound as Hankyung managed to prop himself up onto his elbows and eventually maneuver his body into a sitting position without making too much noise or commotion. Slipping his legs over the edge of the bed, Hankyung placed the soles of his feet flat against the cool wood of the bedroom floor and pushed himself upwards into a standing position, tossing a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure he hadn't awoken Heechul and uttering a soft sigh from his lips when his lover was still fast asleep.
Now the next task at hand - locate his clothes. Hankyung scanned the room for some visible trace, any hint of his clothing... and found nothing. Which wasn't exactly surprising, since not only was this Heechul's bedroom he was dealing with but every single article of clothing littering the floor looked like a pitch black blob... yet Hankyung still found himself covering his face with his palm. In a situation like this, he wasn't sure if he should just take any old outfit laying around the room and put it on. After all, considering all the times he had left his clothing at Heechul's place, a few of the many clothing articles simply HAD to belong to him.
Hankyung decided to choose the clothing closest to him, a white shirt and a pair of lightly colored jeans. Not exactly his style, and they definitely belonged to Heechul, but they'd do for now. He tossed another wary glance over his shoulder at Heechul to make sure the man was still asleep before slipping into his newly acquired clothes and making his way towards the front door of the one person flat, making sure to grab his car keys from the kitchen table on his way.
And yet, even as he sat there in the shaded leather seat of his vehicle, fingers tightly gripped around the steering wheel and city lights painting the interior as he sped by underneath them, he wasn't exactly sure why he was driving home in the first place. It was a first, that was certain. Hankyung couldn't recall a time when he had left early from Heechul's house - save for maybe when they first met. A smirk played across his lips as he thought of how Heechul would react in the morning.
"He's going to kill me..." Hankyung murmured with a soft chuckle.
Maybe he figured that as he drove, the perplexing reason would come to him in some sort of form, some message from the gods above... yet it never did.
Hankyung pulled into a deserted parking lot and killed the power to the vehicle, ripping the keys out of the ignition with more force than necessary and tossing them onto the passenger seat beside him. He then folded his arms across the steering wheel and rested his forehead against them, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips as he did so.
What he needed was a break from everyone and everything, Heechul included despite how comforting it was to be in the older man's presence. Not a large break, just a small one. To think, to sort out the many thoughts crowding his brain, and to figure out his own feelings on everything. It was a process he had obviously put off for far too long, and it was affecting him in a negative way. Obviously, things could never continue in the manner they had been... despite the fact that he wanted to take the easy way out of the situation, wanted to keep his two lives separated for as long as possible, it was clearly evident they were dangerously close to clashing and he had to take care of that before a disaster struck.
But how was he supposed to do that? It was clearly evident to himself that the person he obviously wanted to be with was Heechul, so divorcing Na Young should have been a no brain situation... only it wasn't. This was the woman he married, a woman he spent a good portion of his life with. She had been one of the first people he had ever actually fallen in love with, the first person he had ever been so close to. But that was before he had met Heechul... even so, he couldn't simply throw it all away.
And plus, there were Na Young's feelings to consider as well. How devastated she'd be if he actually did ask her for a divorce... he could just see her now, her reaction to the entire thing. It would surely kill her... both physically and mentally. But then, what was better? Divorcing her, or continuing his grand charade and possibly risk having her catch him one day - and it was bound to happen, Hankyung knew that much. Neither option sounded good in his opinion.
Of course, there was another option. End it with Heechul and go back to living his life as it had normally been. No more secret outings, no more spending the night at Heechul's, no more secret meetings in his office, nothing. Just a plain old normal life with Na Young. Maybe he'd have a child or two, a daughter and a son... Na Young would love a daughter, someone she could dress up in gorgeous clothing and do her hair... or a son that Hankyung could play sports with in their large back yard. None of these would be possible if he stayed with Heechul...
Yet it was an option that made Hankyung sick just by the thought of it. No, without Heechul he wouldn't be the man he was today. It would change him, and it would change Heechul for the worse. Hankyung knew Heechul too well, he may take it strongly but it would slowly kill him inside. The model would probably scream and lash out at him, while deep inside he was screaming in agonizing pain.
"Look at the problem you've gotten yourself into..." Hankyung spat bitterly, banging his fist down on the dashboard of the vehicle.
There wasn't a single option he could go with that would leave him or anyone else remotely happy with themselves. In Hankyung's eyes, the best thing he could do was continue living in his cozy little lie he had built for himself. After all, nobody was getting hurt and everybody was relatively happy. Win win situation... right?
So why was it he felt so sick with himself?
[ Seoul ( Seocho District ), Reflective Studios - 4:00pm ]
"Alright," Called the photographer, waving a hand over the large black camera in the center of the room positioned a mere three feet away from the set, "That's it for today. Great shooting Heechul, Ae Cha."
Heechul pushed himself into a sitting position, stretching his arms high over his head after being stuck in such uncomfortable positions for so long and waited for Hye Ri to bring him his robe, considering the concept of that particular photoshoot was definitely being scantily clad.
"I'm surprised." Hye Ri said, approaching her model with a silky blue robe hanging off of her arm, "I was certain that you wouldn't be able to complete the shoot today, ever since this morning you've been scowling."
"Tch." Heechul hissed in reply, snatching the robe from Hye Ri's outstretched arm and slipping his arms through the sleeves before securing the front of it closed.
Heechul rose to his feet, arms crossed over his chest and a distasteful expression playing across his face. Hye Ri had gotten one thing correct, he was definitely ticked right off.
He was ticked off because when he woke up that morning, he was alone. Hankyung hadn't even left a note, not even a phone call! It was as though the man had just... vanished into thin air! Of course, after thoroughly searching his apartment Heechul discovered that wherever Hankyung had disappeared to, he had taken his car with him. The absence of his car keys was a definite sign of that... but maybe he was thinking about it too much. If Hankyung left, obviously he had a good reason. He wasn't the type to leave without one... at least, as far as Heechul knew he wasn't. Something important came up, that had to be the case...
Heechul quickly shook his head. What was he thinking?! Hankyung had left and that was the bottom line! He had left and he'd definitely be paying for it later... Heechul would see to that himself. A wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he began to plan their night, oh it'd be a night to remember indeed... maybe he'd finally be able to test out a new toy he had purchased...
Hye Ri's voice once again brought Heechul back to his senses. He blinked, shocked at the sudden infiltration of his thoughts. But that confusion was quickly replaced with an embarrassed rage as he narrowed his eyebrows at Hye Ri.
"Are you alrigh-"
"I'm fine!" Heechul snapped, cutting Hye Ri's sentance off without a second of hesitation.
"... I see." She said, eyes widened immensely.
But her surprise didn't last long before her facial expressions were wiped of emotion.
"I'm going to talk to the photographer. Go get dressed." She said cooly, turning on the tip of her heel and heading towards the photographer, leaving Heechul alone and extremely bothered with himself.
Instead of obeying and making his way to the change rooms, however, Heechul sat back down on the bed that had previously been used in the photoshoot, the springs creaking quietly in protest and threaded his fingers through his thick strands of hair, uttering a rather exhausted sigh. Yes, he was bitter, but he couldn't exactly blame Hankyung could he? After all, he was a married man... and he himself was like the mistress, wasn't he? But surely, there was more to their relationship... wasn't there?
The familiar clicking sound of approaching heels once again managed to snap Heechul out of his bitter-sweet daydream. It was probably Hye Ri. After spotting that he hadn't gone to change his clothes yet, he was there to scold him... and Heechul was in no mood.
"I'll go in a minute, Hye Ri." Heechul snapped irritably, keeping his hands folded over his eyes.
"I'm not Hye Ri." Replied an unknown female voice.
Quickly knotted his eyebrows into a frown, Heechul sat up to see who it was that had just disturbed his... peaceful... daydreaming.
Standing before him was the girl he had done the photoshoot with... what was her name, Ae Cha or something along those lines? It wasn't like she really made an impression on him anyway, she was just another model he had to work with to advance in his career. Obviously, he knew what she wanted. It was clear by the way she stood over him, ivory white robe hung open to reveal her absolutely flawless body which was clothed in nothing else but the black, lace bordered undergarments that she had been required to dress in for the shoot. Though he had to give her credit, she was certainly braver than the rest. Heechul used to like bravery in a girl... used to. Before he met Hankyung.
That was when another thought crept into his mind. He could have a little fun, couldn't he?
"I was thinking..." Ae Cha murmured in a seductive purr, "We could get a room later. What do you think?"
A wicked smirk played across Heechul's lips as the female model proceeded to slip her arms around his neck, giving him a clear view of her cleavage as she did so.
"Nothing serious of course, just some fun..." She said, tracing one of her long manicured fingers down his cheek, "I want to see what you can do with those gorgeous fingers of yours."
Heechul snaked his arm around her waist, resting his hand on the small of her back. This girl had guts to be acting as she was in front the many studio workers. He had to give her a hand there, she was definitely reckless. Maybe if he had met her a long time ago, he would have taken her up on her offer... but she simply didn't do a thing for him. Heechul slid his fingers around the back of her neck, lowering her head and raising his until their lips were a mere breath away.
"You're no good." Heechul murmured quietly.
Untangling himself from the model's grip, Heechul rose to his feet and began to make his way towards the change room. Around him, blushing coordinators quickly went back to their work, completely flustered over the scene they had just witnessed. A satisfied smirk played across Heehul's lips as he heard Ae Cha call out some profanity behind him. He had had his fun for the day, now to call Hankyung...
[ Seoul ( Jung District ), Green Tea Cafe - 6:00pm ]
"... And I don't know HOW but we managed to get onto such a strange topic!" Heechul cried, throwing his arms up in the air enthusiastically.
"I remember that!" Siwon said with a chuckle.
"Honestly, it was weird!" Heechul murmured, laughter spilling from his lips as he brought the coffee cup enclosed in his left hand closer to his mouth.
A warm smile played across Siwon's lips at Heechul's laughter. It had definitely been awhile since he and Heechul had gone out for coffee and he was grateful to have the older man to himself for once - for more reasons than just to catch up on old times. Whenever he had tried to contact Heechul previously, he had been busy with Hankyung... or a photoshoot, or an interview. SOMETHING! The only times he had been able to see him was when he visited Cising Capitol, and even then it was obvious the only person he wanted to see was Hankyung. Of course, there had been the day they spent out on the harbor... but So Yoon, Na Young and Hankyung had been there. His conversation with Heechul had been extremely limited, of not non existent.
"So howcome you never told me you had a girlfriend?" Heechul asked with a tip of his head.
Heechul's question had managed to catch him so off guard that Siwon had become dangerously close to spitting his coffee out. How was he supposed to answer that? He couldn't exactly come out and tell Heechul that it was because she was practically his female replica.
"It's... ah, because we're not that... serious." Siwon murmured quietly, awkwardly avoiding Heechul's gaze.
"Really?" Heechul asked, seemingly surprised at this remark, "Why is that? She and I were talking while you were downstairs with Hankyung. She seems like a nice girl."
Now Siwon wanted so badly to cover his face with his palm. They had actually had time to talk? How dangerous was that! If Heechul got suspicious about So Yoon their friendship was surely over. And really, that was the only connection Siwon really had with the man. If he lost that... then he didn't even want to think about the consequences. Luckily enough for him, Heechul didn't seem too suspicious of him. That was when another thought crossed his mind... his conversation with So Yoon the previous night in the taxi. When she had asked if he really loved HER... Siwon quickly shook his head, it wasn't possibly that she could have found out his true motive in dating her. If Heechul hadn't, then she surely hadn't either. Bottom line.
"Did you not tell me because you don't trust me?" Heechul asked, a hurt expression playing over his face.
"No!" Siwon cried quickly, raising his hands in defense.
"Then why? If it where me, I'd tell you in a heartbeat." Heechul murmured quietly, mindlessly turning the stir stick around his coffee.
Siwon blinked, lips parted but no sound being released from his throat.
"You're still my best friend, you know." Heechul said, "Just because we don't see each other often anymore doesn't change that fact."
"Friend..." Siwon echoed quietly.
Heechul saw him as nothing else than a friend. That's what they were, just friends. Lately Siwon was becoming to hate that word. So far, it had done nothing for him, and by the looks of it that wasn't about to change anytime soon. According to Heechul, he was a friend... nothing more, nothing less and it was foolish of him to assume that they could be more... and yet he still wanted to believe in the impossible like the idiot he was.
"I need to head off." Heechul announced, raising from his seat and fishing his cellphone from his pocket.
Siwon just smiled and waved him off. It didn't take a genius to know where Heechul was going. Yet he hated it... why did every conversation he had with Heechul always leave him bitter?
[ Seoul ( Seodaemun District ), #455 Taeri Street - 11:00pm ]
"... Where are you going?" Na Young asked, her voice holding just a hint of sadness in it.
Na Young already knew where her husband was going, that much had become painfully aware to her in the last few days...
"Out." He replied, not sparing her a glance as he reached for his keys.
She tightened her grip on her arms as she slowly parted her lips, preparing to utter the one name that she despised most on the Earth.
"... Heechul's... ?" Na Young whispered in a quiet, barely audible voice.
Hankyung didn't reply, immediately telling her that she had guessed correctly.
"Will you come home tonight... ?" Na Young asked, a hint of hope lining her voice.
"I came home last night, didn't I?" Hankyung replied sharply, donning his jacket.
Na Young slumped against the wall, an empty smile playing across her lips.
Without another glance over his shoulder, Hankyung left the house slamming the front door behind him so hard the glass panels shook.
"Damn you, Kim Heechul!" Na Young cursed, slamming her fist against the wall.
Out of everybody in Seoul, why did it have to be HER husband? Why? It didn't make any sense, she couldn't understand it. Was she just... unlucky? Did she do something wrong to change her fate? This was the man she loved... and if Heechul thought he'd win this round, he had another thing coming. Hankyung was her husband, and Na Young was going to make sure he'd stay with her.
No matter what.
AN// It's been awhile, hasn't it? x_x Forgive me, I refuse to go into detail for... personal reasons, but let's just say Highschool got the better of me these last few weeks and as a result I've not exactly been doing the greatest... hopefully things are fixed now and this won't happen again. Thanks for reading! I'm so sorry... D: