The Man and the Loser

Dream Machine

     Sungmin still hadn't left Kangin's place, not that the other minded in the slightest. The blonde-haired boy was looking around for something to do since Kangin just left to go to get some groceries for tonight's dinner. It seemed like Kangin was expecting Sungmin to eat there tonight. His warm brown eyes looked around the room, hoping to find something. He didn't want to wander around the apartment and mess around with anything he wasn't supposed to. In the back corner of the closet, which was open, he saw an acoustic guitar hiding underneath a shirt that had fallen from its hanger. 

     For some reason, Sungmin looked over at the door of the bedroom, almost making sure as if Kangin wasn't there. He stood up, using his hands as leverage to push himself off the bed and make his way to the closet. He bent down to snatch at the guitar but he also made sure he would hang up any clothes that may have fallen in the process. Sungmin felt his cheeks heat up again though. Even though the clothes were clean and nicely ironed, they all smelled like Kangin. Not that Kangin smelled bad, but the thought of the other man's scent now on himself... it was rather strange. 

    He shook that thought out of his head and hopped back on the bed with the guitar nicely laid out on his lap. The guitar itself was dusty, looking like it hadn't been played for a while but the strings didn't look like they were fraying, meaning that he could play the guitar in the condition it was in. He blew off some of the dust that accumulated on the smooth surface and set up the guitar, propping part of the body over his thigh. Using his fingers, he lightly strummed it while playing a certain chord. A smile formed on his face as he heard the plesant ring of the strings echo. 

     It didn't take Sungmin long to play a song that he wanted to play. He could feel the notes pulse throughout his entire body, a gentle smile on his face the entire time. His body felt very warm all of a sudden. For once, he felt complete again. 

   Kangin was about to put the key into the door knob that would lead him back inside his apartment, groceries in one hand. However he hesitated, for he could hear a faint melody through the door. It wasn't extremely loud but it was loud enough to where it made Kangin pause. He simply listened for a while, not moving, his body taking in the music much like Sungmin's was. He hadn't heard that guitar played in a long while. With a sigh, he turned the doorknob and stepped back into his apartment abrupty, hoping that it would get Sungmin to stop playing.

     Sungmin got distracted from the guitar that his fingers were dancing on and his attention then turned to the door. The dark-haired man stepped through the entryway and set a paper bag filled with food on the kitchen counter. Kangin seemed different before he left for the store, Sungmin couldn't help but wonder if something had happened. The other seemed in a much colder mood than he was before. The blonde-haired boy set the guitar back in the closet and gave a ninety degree bow, showing great respect for the other. Kangin could only furrow his eyebrows, wondering why the other was bowing to him.

"I'm sorry I touched your guitar, I saw it and I just... wanted to play it I guess." Sungmin apologized furiously.

"Ah... no it's ok. I just haven't heard anyone play that guitar in a long while. It just shocked me." Kangin saw, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

     Kangin wasn't exactly lying when he said that. However there more feelings that he just wasn't telling the other. His stomach was feeling like waves were going through it. He wasn't sick or anything but he just felt... jittery, nervous almost. There was an awkward pause between the two before Kangin stepped forward, his body close to Sungmin's. The distance between them was fading. Sungmin could feel his heart beat accelerate but he didn't move. He only watched as Kangin rested his forehead against his own. 

     The older man's eyes were closed, and his breathing was faint, almost as if he was scared to breathe on Sungmin's face. The blonde-haired boy couldn't help but blush at the contact, a spark igniting inside of him. Was Kangin going to kiss him? To be honest, Sungmin would have let him. He would let Kangin kiss him. Sungmin let his eyes close, expecting the two of them to kiss but Kangin quickly pulled away, causing Sungmin to look at the other in a dreamy state. 

     Kangin had seen the brief moment where Sungmin had his eyes closed. Part of him was happy the other was not intimidated by him. He was rather bulky compared to tiny Sungmin. Another part of Kangin was confused, he was curious to know as to why Sungmin had his eyes closed. A hot blush spilled all over Kangin's face at the thought of how close he was to kissing Sungmin. He turned around and walked away from him, only mumbling out a "sorry" before stepping out of the apartment again.

     Sungmin was about to reach out and grab Kangin's wrist, asking what was bothering the other but Kangin left before he could. He sighed before looking at the groceries in the kitchen. It looked like there was some ingredients to make some sort of Italian dish and some red wine that was to go along with it. Sungmin dug through the bag and got all the ingredients out. He figured that Kangin probably wouldn't come back for a little while so the blonde-haired boy would have time to cook or feed himself. As he washed his hands to get started, he looked up at one of the lights and noticed that it was flickering, much like the one at the bar where he first met Kangin. 

     His cheeks began to turn pink again at the thought of their almost kiss, the memories from moments earlier flooding his mind. Why... why would he do that? And why did Sungmin want it so bad?

A/N: Ok so this chapter is a little bit longer but not by a whole lot. Thanks to all subscribers and commenters and on the story so far. c: