yes, i updated, again. lol ^^

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Hyukjae's pov


I glanced at the clock. 10 pm. Why that cute fish haven't got home yet? I tried to reach my cellphone on the drawer, luckily my wound already healed almost completely, then searched for his number, and pressed 'call' button.

I waited, felt slightly happy when it's connected but frowned when the line was cut off.
Huh? What's with that?
I tried to call him again, but the line was busy.
Aish, what happened?!
I tried to got up from bed, and searched for a number i saved from his phone. His driver's number.

"Hello? I'm Lee Hyukjae, Lee Donghae's...*cough*..boyfriend. Are you still with him?" ...."What?! You already went home?! What about him?!" ...."..huh? Meeting? This late? Fine then. Thanks for the info"

I cut off the line and stared at my cellphone.
So he told his driver to left him because of a meeting.
Maybe that's why he cut off my call earlier.
But what meeting? This late?
Maybe i can text him.

To: Hae
From: yHyuk

"Why you're not home yet? I feel lonely.."

I waited for the reply, but there's none.
Was he that busy?
I decided to text him again.

To: hae
From: yHyuk

"Come home soon, it's only me and your giant nemo in here. He asked me why you're not home yet"


In a minute, there's a reply from hae.

To: ordinaryhyuk
From: hae

"Tell him i'm stuck in a meeting"

I chuckled. He's so cute.
I glanced at the clock.
11 pm.
Ugh.. Is it really okay for him to go home alone?
I remember those guys who attacked him. He must have tons of rivals. What if they're attack him knowing he's all alone?
I glanced at my bandage, put my coat on, then made a call.

"Kangin, pick me up, i have to go somewhere"

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Donghae's pov


Aishh.. Pabo hae! Pabo!
Only with a bait of that cute orange fish, and you replied that y guy's text immediately! Of course mr.nemo can't talk! What are you, 5 years old?! I smacked my own head.

I curently laying on a matrass in my office while playing pokemon on my laptop, tried to kill the time.
Yes, i'm not going home.
Because at home, i have that y--i mean y guy laying on my bed, whom almost healed completely.
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