The Fiancee: Day 3
Winning Hearts
Day 3 – Monday, December 17th
“It’s not terrible,” Kyuhyun stated, after swallowing a mouthful of white rice. He took a few bites of kimchi – specially prepared the day before by Ryeowook – and nodded. “Are you grocery shopping today?”
Victoria answered without thinking, too excited to see him admit that she had done something right, “Yes, I am!” She was still on an adrenaline high from the night before when he had eaten her fried rice and now he was also eating breakfast. Everything was going so well. Her eyes flitted over to where Ryeowook stood by the balcony window, voice muffled by distance as he spoke rapidly into a phone.
“Where are you looking?” Kyuhyun cut through her thoughts, dark eyes lowering in subdued disdain.
She cast her gaze away, heart pounding. Maybe Kyuhyun was jealous…? No, that couldn’t be possible. Then again, he seemed to be the possessive type and the type to bully someone he likes. Victoria blushed, wondering if food really was the way to a man’s heart. “Nowhere,” she shook her head.
“I see…,” he murmured, looking over to Ryeowook. Their eyes met briefly and Kyuhyun felt his heart skip a beat.
Ryeowook smiled the tiniest bit before shifting away.
“Hi,” he stepped into the supermarket, seeing Victoria panicking in one of the aisles. Ryeowook studied her for a moment, and then crossed his arms. “What’s wrong?”
She held up two jars of jam. “Which one does he prefer? I couldn’t figure it out and this is so worrisome because people have such specific tastes when it comes to this.”
“Well, he doesn’t like peanut butter and jelly, so it doesn’t matter,” Ryeowook smiled tiredly, taking the jars and putting them back. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled to the grocery list he had made earlier that day. “I’m sending you the grocery list. What’s your number?”
She gave it to him without another thought, relieved when she received the text message.
Ryeowook slipped the device into pocket, saying, “He only uses that specific soap. If there are none left, tell me, and I’ll find it. Don’t stray from the brands listed.” He backed away, heading for the door, “See you tonight, Miss Victoria.”
“Thank you again,” she bowed her head, standing back up and waving.
Kyuhyun sat in the car with Ryeowook as they headed for a late night studio recording. Shadows flitted across the windows, being washed out here and there by floodlights. The interior was dark and private as Kyuhyun leaned across the short space, attacking the smaller male’s mouth.
Dragging him underneath him, he groaned and slipped his hand underneath Ryeowook’s shirt and jacket. “I’ve missed you,” Kyuhyun breathed, kissing and nibbling at the figure’s throat, undoing buttons one after another.
“We haven’t even been apart,” Ryeowook chuckled, absently kissing the handsome male’s jaw.
“Wrong,” he retorted, a mark into his lover’s collarbone, “she’s been in the way for three days. I feel deprived of you.”
Ryeowook gasped, pushing Kyuhyun back with a warning look. “I’m not doing this in the back of the car, Mr. Cho.”
“It’s so hot when you call me than in this situation,” he smirked.
“Not when you think of your father.”
Kyuhyun’s face dropped. “…Why did you have to ruin it?” He sighed and climbed off, pouting and crossing his arms.
“Because we’re never having in the back of a car,” Ryeowook huffed.
“We’ve done it before…”
“That was once and we were too drunk to even tell what was going on,” he shot back, buttoning his shirt and fixing his hair.
Kyuhyun gazed out the window, grinning. “It had been a fun night though. I mean, you woke up sore in all the right places.”
“We aren’t discussing this, Mr. Cho. You still have work,” Ryeowook stated coldly, pulling out his phone.
To: Victoria Song
Kyuhyun has a late recording session. Do not cook. We will not be coming home until late.
“Who are you texting?”
Ryeowook looked up, seeing Kyuhyun leaning over him again, this time mischievous curiosity lighting his eyes. There may have been a hint of annoyance in those depths, but Ryeowook liked to pretend he couldn’t see it.
“No one.”
“Bull .”
Kyuhyun snatched the phone, tossing it across the roomy car. It clattered to the carpeted floor. “If you’re texting that woman, you better have a good excuse for me.”
“…she’s just really stressed out,” Ryeowook sighed, having never been so great at keeping secrets between people. “I felt bad so I offered to give her a few hints about you.”
“You’re helping the competition?” Kyuhyun stared at him incredulously. “How could you?”
“What’s so bad about that?” he retorted. “I just didn’t want to see a girl crying. I…” I don’t like seeing people in pain.
“So what? Now you’re suddenly a macho man? You wanna go and ride a white horse, saving damsels-in-distress?” Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. “Stop doing something so stupid.”
Ryeowook closed his eyes, controlling himself. “She needs—”
“—she needs to get out of the way and deal with the consequences of her decision. She’s the one who wanted to live with me for a week,” he cut in, “What? If we actually got married, do you think you’re still going to be living with us, giving her pointers on how to deal with me?”
“No,” Ryeowook answered calmly, “but do you plan on marrying her?”
Kyuhyun was quiet for a second. “…That’s beside the point.”
“I think it is the point. If there’s no way you’ll marry her, my actions don’t affect anyone. It’ll make her stay a little more bearable.”
He gritted his teeth, whipping his head away. “Whatever. Do what you want then.”
Ryeowook stared at him for a stalled moment. “Kyuhyun—”
“—don’t call your boss so casually,” he snapped.
“…Excuse me, Mr. Cho,” Ryeowook said softly, correcting himself and slowly picking up the phone. He scooted close to the door farthest from Kyuhyun, feeling a headache coming on already.
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