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here i am waiting
i'll have to leave soon
why am I holding on?

Everything was still that night, saved for the ticking of the clock located at the nightstand beside the king-size bed they were in. He stared at it for a few seconds and he couldn’t help but scoff at the feeling that it was mocking him. It’s already three in the morning anyway, already an hour since he fell asleep. Well he could always say that it was because he was tired, the day before was indeed really busy anyway. He felt like making fun of himself at the thought. Why was he even justifying his actions with his own self? He stopped pondering as he reached the idea that nobody cared.

He didn’t and wouldn’t care.

He stood up and searched for his clothes, getting dressed as quick and as quiet as possible. He wondered if he could still catch a few winks before morning but he figured he wouldn’t, just like all the dusks before. It was harder for him to sleep lately, his mind always filled with unrestrained thoughts. Some about work, some about his family… mostly about him.  He let out a soundless cackle. He’s being all sorts of pathetic.

He was doing the last two buttons of his shirt when he heard a faint whimper. The bundle of blankets in the middle of the bed stirred and along with another feeble groan was his head perking up, the darkness veiling his face.  He could tell he was looking at him but he wasn’t so sure because he never really looked at him.

“You’re leaving?” He asked after a while and that’s when he remembered that he was indeed.

“About to,” He answered casually, picking up the last of his clothing.

“Don’t you want to stay?” The sleepy rugged voice asked again and he dared to let out a faint, bitter smile, knowing he wouldn’t see it anyway.

“You know I couldn’t.” He answered. I shouldn’t.

He hummed in response, flopping back to his bed and snuggling in the thick warm blankets.

He watched him for a few seconds before he turned to leave, scared that he might find the blankets tempting and completely disregard the thought of setting forth.

He was at the door when he heard him speak, mumbled even, but the room was silent enough for him to catch his words. Or maybe it was because, if he was being honest, that he was waiting for him to say something before he goes.

To stop him maybe…

“Lock the door when you leave.” He muttered and he smiled because he was so pitiful.

“I will,” he answered and added, “Don’t be late for the meeting later.”

He heard the snort he let out.

“I’ll try.”

He walked out the door with those parting words from him and out of his high-end apartment with the thoughts of when, just when, will he be strong enough to walk out of his life.

He gave another painful cackle. How could he even think of that when he was never even a part of it to begin with.

//

He watched his young subordinate stutter, his eyes fearing to meet his gaze as he stated his report. He wondered how come he never got used to his presence, and he hoped he wasn’t being too conceited if he thought he was that intimidating.

He stood at 176 centimetres, wasn’t considered tall but was fully compensated in other aspects. His single-lidded eyes always looked cold and aggressive, as if assessing and judging if one was good enough. It induced out the manliness of his handsome face, along with the definde jawline that the girls in the office still ogle at. His fair complexion matched his favourite color, black: the hue he was always seen in. Be it his suit, his tie, his car or his hair, they were all in black, in tune with the cold and stern personality he was very well known of.

He held one of the high positions in the company, one that he could say he had achieved from knowledge and hard work. Though he admitted that being the son of one of the major stockholders did help, he could brag the fact that he had handled his department greatly and wisely for the past years that had brought him to where he was now. Senior Managing Director of a multi-company, the youngest the country’s business sector had seen in years.

He’s serious, he’s strict. He’s an achiever and a person people of all ages looked up to. He lived by the rules and stick with them. He’s a perfectionist, he’s responsible, and he’s accomplished.

True enough, there were a lot of reasons to be daunted by the young executive, Lee Hyukjae. It’s as if he was invincible, it’s as if he’s impeccable.

But he wasn’t.

And his weakness came in the form of a certain conglomerate heir with deep brown eyes and wicked smile.

//

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know there’s someone in here.” A man of Hyukjae’s age spoke from his office’s door.

“He’s about to leave,” Hyukjae answered behind his desk and the young man he was just talking to earlier nodded his head, bowed and excused himself. He stopped before the newcomer, made another bow and muttered a very small ‘Good afternoon, Sir’ before scurrying out. The intruder looked at him as he went and chuckled, asking what was wrong with the guy and commenting how he looked funny. Hyukjae didn’t answer; he was more interested on what brought the other in his office today.

He had been coming a lot lately. And he wanted to know why.

But he never asked. He would never ask.

Because when he asked he’ll afraid he’ll start to hope. And there shouldn’t be hope.

“Ahh your office is really pretty.” He uttered, roaming his eyes around the wide interior of Hyukjae’s work place. “Prettier than mine if you ask me.”

“You’re always out of your office, how can you even compare.” Hyukjae said in his usual, emotionless tone. He cackled, looking mischievous like he always had whenever he was with Hyukjae.

“That’s bec