Dooseob

He straightens his crook bow. Smiles nervously to everyone in the hall.

“Thank you for coming.” He said to the new guest. Once a while he’s checking up his wrist watch.

“Doojoon.”

He turn around as someone calling his name.

“Ne, halmoni?”

“It’s time, go and wait there. I’ll get Yoseobie.”

“Ne.”

He takes a deep breath before walk through the aisle to the front of the hall. He flash his smile to the guest and thanks to everyone that manage to pat his back.

He stood still in front of the priest while chat with his cousins when suddenly Dongwoon, his little cousin, wave his hand to Doojoon. Gesturing him to follow him.

Hesitantly, he steps of the aisle and follows Dongwoon to where Yoseob’s suppose to be.

“Hyung, whatever happens, you need to be strong.” Doojoon frowned to that. He glances at his cousin and trying to read his expression but he couldn’t understand. He wants to ask but he shrugs the thought.

They walk fast to Yoseob’s room and Dongwoon stop the moment they reach in front of the room. He took a deep breath and glance to Doojoon before give him a sorry smile and gesture him to get inside.

Slowly, Doojoon reach the door knob. The moment he’s twist the knob, he start to feel uneasy. Slowly, he pushes the door open to found his mother and his aunt - Yoseob’s mother – were crying while his grandmother faint on the bed.

“What’s happening?!” He asks, running to his grandmother.

“Is she alright?”

Instantly, he looks around.  “Where’s Yoseob?!”

He turn to Dongwoon. “Where’s Yoseob?”

Dongwoon took another deep breath before took a small piece of paper on the floor and hand it to Doojoon.

His heart starts to pump hard. He thinks he knew what’s happen. He took the paper nevertheless and read it.

Doojoonie,

I’m so sorry. I’m not ready to get married. Let alone to be a husband of a man. We’re not gay to begin with. I hope you’ll find someone better to be your wife. A girl, I mean.

Yoseob

And that moment, he feels, his hear shattered. His hands slumps to his side.

“And what do you know, Seobie.”

*****

Kiwoon

He didn’t know how much have he’s drink. Too much, maybe. Too much that his head start to be fuzzy. He wants to have another one but someone took the glass of his hand.

“Son Dongwoon! Stop drinking!”

Dongwoon squeeze his eyes shut. The shout is hurting his ears and makes him dizzier.

“Shut up!” He roared back. He pick his glass back and chugged down his throat.

He could hear the other party heaving sighs before he felt a soft pat on his back. Dongwoon huffed and turn to his company. They staring each other and stay like that quite some time.

“Dongwoon-ah…”

With his name were called, Dongwoon slump his stiffs shoulder and lean on the male in front him. he wrapped his arm around the latter shoulder and heave his forehead on the shoulder.

“Kikwang hyung, I-“

“Shh. Just let it go.”

As a cue, Dongwoon burst into tears. His first tears as a grown man.

“Hyung, why is it hurt so much?” Dongwoon slurred. His voice muffle on Kikwang shoulder. Kikwang sighs, he pat on the younger one back.

“I wish I could answer that, Dongwoon.”

They like that for few minutes until Kikwang feel Dongwoon arms fall off his shoulder and he hear a soft snore in between mumbling.

He shook his head and quietly, he turn around and with help of the worker of the club, he piggybacks his younger friend back to his car and drove home.

Once they’re home, Kikwang put the younger on the bed. He about to get up when Dongwoon wrapped his arm around his waist and pull him closer.

“Hyung! Stay here!” He whines but Kikwang chuckles. He pats on Dongwoon arms and trying to lose the grip but the younger didn’t give up and this time, he wrapped his legs and pulls the older closer and tighter.

In the end, Kikwang feel tired of struggling and end up lying down. He stares at the ceiling. Trying to sleep but he can’t.

When Dongwoon come closer and hug him tight, Kikwang can’t help but chuckling. He turns to his dongsaeng and slowly, Dongwoon flutter his eyes open.

“Hyung.”

“Ne?”

“Can you help me?

“With what?”

“Would you treat my broken heart?”

*****

Junseung

A light ray on Sunday morning has wake Jang Hyunseung up. He rolls to the left and back to his space. Slowly, he flutters his eyes open. Adjusting his eyes to the brightness of the morning sun.

He look around before found his t-shirt lying lifeless on the floor. He stretches a bit before hung his foot on the floor. The air condition that kisses his skins makes him shivers. Slowly, he gets on his feet and picks his t-shirt and put it on.

He looks around again and found his dirty-with - boxer.

“That bastard. Always makes me wash my underwear every morning.” He tch-ing before went to the bathroom and clean his sleepy face and brushing his white teeth. After that, he takes a clean boxer on the closet and put it on.

When he steps out of his room, instantly, his nose catches a very nice smell. He walks quietly to the kitchen and find his lover flipping omelet on the pan.  He closer to his lover and sneakily wrap his arm around Junhyung .

“That smell good.” He said peeking over Junhyung shoulder. Junhyung smiles and turn his head to Hyunseung and peck on Hyunseung lips.

“Good morning.” Junhyung greet, flip the omelet one more time before turn off the stove and put the omelet on plate.

Hyunseung let go of Junhyung and help him to set up the table. He hummed while placing glasses, spoons and forks.

Junhyung come minutes later with juices and their breakfast. Toast with bacon and omelet. He put down the food and waltz back to the kitchen for coffee and tea.

He smiles to his lover when he sees Hyunseung wait for him. Humming and tilt his head to his side. Once Junhyung sit down, Hyunseung smell the food in front him and flash his beautiful smile.

“I can’t wait to dig in.” He said. ready to ‘kill’ his food.

“Go on then.”

Slowly, he dig in while Junhyung stare at him.  Hyunseung keep dig in when suddenly, he see silvery, shiny thing on his omelet.

He takes a good look before he gasped. He looks at Junhyung. Obviously surprising for what he found.

“Jun.” He called while point at the ring.

Junhyung took the ring and kneel down.

“Jang Hyunseung, will you marry me?”

Hyunseung put his hand over his palm. His tears threatening to fall. Slowly, he takes a deep breath. He leans closer to Junhyung and peck on the younger pouty lips. Slowly, caress on Junhyung chubby cheek.

“I’m sorry but I can’t.”