História Lost guy in a dress - It's okay

They got out of the car, Hyunwoo keeping a close watch at Kihyun. The younger seemed to be doing okay so far. He didn't seem to be as cold anymore, tucked in one of Hyunwoo's coat that was obviously too big for him. He had some difficulty walking and trying not to step on the dress, so after two steps and almost falling when he got out of the car, the shorter man let out a "fuck it" and gathered the silver fabric around his knees, holding it within his arms. Hyunwoo could only laugh.

The elevator ride was actually pretty awkward, giving how much of an awkward person he was, and the other didn't seem to be any better. Once they were at the front door, the taller opened it and gestured for Kihyun to walk in. "Thank you." He said softly, walking in and finally letting go of the dress. He was still waring the coat, even though the heating was on.

"I'm gonna get you some clothes and you can take a hot shower and go to bed, okay?" Hyunwoo asked, shrugging off his jacket and throwing his cap on the table, running his finger through his hair absentmindedly. "You're so small though, I don't know if my clothes are gonna fit." He says with a breathy laugh. Kihyun seems to blush at the statement, gazing away from Hyunwoo to examine the place.

"Anything is better than this dress, thank you." He says briefly. The older noticed he still looked uncertain. He understood, of course. Even though he didn't know exactly what had happened to Kihyun that night, it didn't take a genius to figure out it wasn't probably a very pleasant situation. "I'm sorry I'm being such a bother." The soft voice interrupts his inner monologue, and Hyunwoo suddenly feels like he had to prove himself.

"No, no. Don't worry about that." He said, taking a step towards Kihyun and raising a hand, as if he was going to touch him, but retracting it quickly as he gives it another thought. Never touch someone without their consent. "Really, it's okay." He continues, now more quietly.

"But it really isn't." The pinkette insists, voice now raising in volume, he's staring at the floor. "I accidently text you in the middle of the night, you go through all this trouble to pick me up and then you let me sleep at your place. You must be tired, and you should be sleeping but yet here you are, helping this weird ass strager you've just met. And I've never thought I'd reach this point in my life where I need a stranger's help not to freeze to death in the middle of October." The younger's eyes are wet, but no tears fall. "I'm so sorry, hyung."

"Look, Kihyun-" Hyunwoo starts, taking at deep breath when the younger finally looks up at his tone. "You didn't make me do these things. I've done it because I wanted to. I wanted to. If I didn't care I wouldn't have gotten up at four in the morning to drive for twenty minutes and pick you up. When people need help, the rational thing to do is help, it's all. Don't be so hard on yourself, dude." He says. He steps closer and raises a hand to touch the younger. When he doesn't flinch or move away, he rests it on his shoulder gently and brigs his other hand to the right shoulder, turning Kihyun to him and looking him right in the eye. The shorter man almost looks away. "You'll be okay. Trust me on this." He smiles then, hoping Kihyun can see he means it.

The younger just nods. Hyunwoo takes that, because he doesn't think he'll be able to get more out of the man so soon.

He tells Kihyun he can sit down at the couch if he wants and that he's gonna go find him a tower and some clothes that might fit - no promises. He opens his closet and tries to find some old clothing from when he was smaller, didn't work out, but he'd been doing it for some years now and such clothing probably didn't even exist anymore. He was able to find some grey cotton briefs and a shirt that didn't fit anymore. He found some sweatpants and finally gathered everything into a pile of folded clothes and walked out.

“Here.” He says as he approached the pink haired man in a silver dress with an oversized coat over it sitting on his couch. “I hope these fit.” He says frankly. Kihyun smiles at him, and the older realises it’s the first time that night.

“Thank you.” He says. “You can go to bed if you want, I’ll be okay.” He continues, but Hyunwoo isn’t having any of it.

“Don’t worry about me. Go take a shower and try to clear your head. I’ll be here when you get out.” He reassures. The man had gone through some things, and Hyunwoo wasn’t sure about leaving him all by himself in an unknown house. What if he wanted to talk about it? Maybe he needed someone with him. Minhyuk would be so much better at this than me. He thinks. But Minhyuk is not here, and he’s all Kihyun had right now.

While the younger is in the shower, Hyunwoo goes into his room as grabs his phone charger, as well as some old ones from previous phones, since he didn't know exactly what kind of phone Kihyun owned. He walked out of the room and dropped the chargers on the coffee table, wandering around in the living room as he asked himself what was going to happen next. He sat down on the couch, throwing his head back and glaring at the ceiling. What if he woke up and Kihyun wasn't there anymore? What was going to happen if he was? Was he ever going to see him again? Because as much as Hyunwoo didn't want to admit, even though he knew for a fact every time a kid got out of the daycare to go to another one or was too old he'd cry a little, that he'd already grown fond of the smaller pink haired - with what appeared to be some really bad luck - man.

Before he could get a hold of himself, he was being awakened by a damp haired Kihyun. As he tried to blink back into conciousness, focusing on the other man, he saw that his shirt was still slightly big on him, and that he was only wearing the cotton briefs. He also looked better in terms of state, didn't look as tired or worried. He was smiling when waking Hyunwoo, almost cooing.

"Sorry, I didn't think you'd like to sleep sitting down with you head hanging like that." He said softly, as if a louder tone could startle the bigger man. Who was thankful for it. "And also, I wouldn't have a place to sleep if you stayed there."

Hyunwoo was still a little slow from sleep, so it was only a few seconds later when he answered. "You're not sleeping on the couch." He said, voice deeper from sleep. "I was gonna give you my bed."

At that, Kihyun frowns, shaking his head slightly and laughing quietly. He straightens his back and looks down at Hyunwoo with a small smile. "You're a big man, hyung, don't think it'd work well for you to sleep on that couch." 

The older shakes his head, finally standing up. "I've done it before." He explains, but the younger doesn't look convinced.

The seconds of sillence that follow remind Kihyun of the clothing he's holding, and he stretches his arm out to hand it to the older. "The sweatpants were too big, they wouldn't sit on my hips, so I decided to stay with the shorts. Which, surprisingly, fit very well." He explains. And god, Hyunwoo could probably hear him speak for hours. The younger's voice had the right amount of deepness, softeness and he the way he talked could be either melodic or rough, and he'd honestly love it either way. "Hyung?"

"Oh, yeah, thanks. I mean-" He almost face palms himself, but decided it wouldn't be a very good idea. "Sorry I don't have smaller clothes."

Kihyun simply smiles wider, eye smile almost like a punch in the gut to Hyunwoo. So this is how I die. He thought. That's when the younger spots the charges on the coffe table. "Oh, are these for me? How did you manage to find so many?" He asks half-heartedly and he turns around and bends slightly to look through the mess of wires. "I think some of these might actually work." He says, but Hyunwoo wasn't paying attention anymore, because the younger's ass looked ridiculously good in those shorts, more than he thought possible, and he was internally cursing himself for chosing that distracting piece of clothing for the other to wear. Don't you dare get hard, Hyunwoo! Was that Minhyuk's voice? "Do you think I could borrow this one?" Kihyun asks, stading straight once again and turning his body slightly, only to catch the other's stare on his backside, before he looks away a little too late. "Are you checking out my ass?" He asks bluntly.

And what? No! Of course not! That's ridiculous! "Yeah." Goddamnit.

"W-what? Why?" The pinkette asks, and that might be one of the most absurd questions he'd heard all night.

"I'm sorry." He says, taking a step back, afraid he'd stepped over boundaries. "I don't want to make you unconfortable, I just- You're so attractive and it freaks me the fuck out." He tells as a matter-of-factly. 

"I-" Kihyun starts, but he's cut out by a stuttering Hyunwoo.

"No, please, I'm so sorry. I'm gonna just- I don't know, hide in the kitchen until you go to bed. The sun is gonna rise anytime anyways and- I don't know why I said that. Please don't think I'm taking advantage of you." He says in a hurried tone, making it almost impossible to follow.

"Hyung, it's okay. Stop that." The soft voice is now much closer, and the older turns to look at Kihyun again and finds him a lot closer. "Let it happen." Kihyun whispers before standing on his tiptoes, putting his hands on the older's chest and leaning in for a kiss.

The sun was being annoyingly disrespectful that day, peeking from out of the courtains and hitting him right on the face. Hyunwoo groaned and turned on his bed, almost colliding with the smaller body lying there next to him. Who...?

Oh.

Right, he remembers now. He smiles softly at the messy pink hair and slightly parted lips and shifts closer, lacing his arm around the other's waist and pulling the sleeping body to sleep on his chest. He fell alseep again almost instantly with Kihyun's soft breath on his neck.

When he woke up again, having no idea of how much time had passed, the younger man was sitting up, looking around the room in a groggy state before fixing his glance on Hyunwoo's now awakened face. "Hey." The older greets. Kihyun managed to look adorable with bed/sex hair and an annoyed "who the fuck woke me up" face. "How are ou feeling?"

Kihyun stretches and makes a humming noise before lying down once again, leaving at least half a meter of distance in between them. "My back hurts from the wall, but I guess yours might hurt from the floor as well. I'm okay though." It's the answer he's given, and suddenly Hyunwoo is filled with guilt.

"Sorry if I was too rough, I has been a while, you know. With my job and all, it's not easy to get laid." He explains. The younger giggles at him.

"It's okay." He reassures, moving his hand to rest his fingers over the other's palm. "I have no idea what you work as though." He reminds the other, running his fingers lightly on his skin.

"Oh, yeah. I work at a daycare center." He explains. "Take care of the kids and all. Almost like a teacher, but not quite."

Kihyun hums in acknowledgement. "I bet a lot of the single moms and other teachers there hit on you." He muses, smirking slightly. Hyunwoo chuckles.

"Yeah, I'm not really into women though, so there's that." He says.

The conversations goes on for a while, and eventually they decide they should get up and eat something. Kihyun asking if Hyunwoo didn't mind and the older almost threatening to lock the doors if he tried to leave without eating.

They eat breakfast - at 3 pm - and Kihyun remembers that he never got the chance to charge his phone, so he excuses himself and gets up, coming back shortly with a phone with a cracked screen and probably a story to tell, judging by it's state. He plugs the charger on the outlet next to the counter where they are eating and Hyunwoo watches as he turns the device on and proceeds to curse.

"My roomate might be so worried, damn." He sighs, rubbing his hand on his face. "You mind if I call him?" 

"Of course not, go ahead." Hyunwoo waves his hand, taking another bite off his sandwich, watching the pinkette touch the screen a few time and take the device to his ears. The shouting he's able to hear from where he's sitting across from the other is almost instantaneous, coming from the device.

"Hey, Chang I- No, no, I'm okay I just- Changkyun, will you let me finis-" He then gives up on talking and rolls his eyes, listening half-hearterdly to the scolding he was getting. "I didn't sleep at home." He says more quietly now, and the voice on the other side of the line also seems quieter. "No it wasn't with him, I don't even wanna think about him right now." Hyunwoo doesn't want to eavesdrop, but he wonders what that's about. "Listen, I'll explain everything later, but don't worry, I'm in safe hands." He smiles at Hyunwoo as he says that. "Yes, I promise, okay? See you later." The younger finally hangs up and puts the device on the table. "We should talk." He says to Hyunwoo. "About yesterday."

And the older only nods, following Kihyun out of the kitchen as soon as they're done eating and sitting beside him on the couch. It takes some minutes before Kihyun starts talking.

"I majored in music in college." He starts, and Hyunwoo just listens intently. "And it's hard making a living out of it. So in my senior year this friend of a friend asked me if I wanted to be his model. He was an art major, and was going to pay me for it. So as an common broke college student, I accepted it." He continues, looking up at Hyunwoo to see if he's still got his attention, smiling when he realizes he does. "So I've been working as his model for a while now, over a year. Had been, until yesterday." That's when he sights, clenching his fists on his lap. "I developed feelings for him, and I thought he liked me back, you know. Anyways I was supposed to pose with the dress for him because he couldn't find a female model and stuff and I was so whipped I said yes, didn't even think about it. And in the middle of it he tried to force himself on me. He kissed me and I thought he was going to, I don't know, ask me out or something after, but he started touching me and his hands were all over me and I felt suffocated. I told him to stop but he wouldn't. That's when my friend came in and saw it. He pulled the guy away from me, but I was so scared I ran. Ran until I couldn't and I didn't even grab my things, only my phones." Kihyun is looking Hyunwoo in the eyes now. "That's how I got where you found me." He laughs bitterly.

They sit in silence for a second, and Hyunwoo pulls Kihyun to him, wrapping his arms aroung his lean body and feeling the wet tears stain his shirt. "I'm not going to let him get any closer from you, I promise. You have me now." Hyunwoo says. And his gut twists as he continues against his own wishes. "Even if this was just an one time thing you can consider me a friend and I'll be there if you need me."

Kihyun sobs, grabbing Hyunwoo's shirt and lifting his face to look at the older man. "I don't want this to be an one time thing." He whispers. 

Hyunwoo smiles at him and runs his fingers through the hairs on his nape, making the younger shiver and close his eyes softly. "It won't be then." He smiles. "It's okay."

Hyunwoo drops Kihyun at home a couple hours later, after the younger promised he was okay and was going take care. His friend was going to bring his things back from the asshole painter's house the next day, and Hyunwoo was glad Kihyun wouldn't have to see the man anymore.

They went out many times after that, finding they actually get well with each other, even if Kihyun's personality contrasted his own, Hyunwoo wouldn't want it any other way.

He was lying on his bed, thinking about what he should eat for dinner when he receives a text. He grabs his phone and unlocks the screen to see he'd gotten a text from his boyfriend.

From: little satan

17:27

hey babe what do u wanna do for our anniversary tomorrow?

And Hyunwoo smiles brightly as he decided he should definitely just go to his boyfriend's place and attack on whatever he and his roommate were eating. Sounds like a plan. He mused as he got up from the bed.