serendipity

       “you’ve been saying that forever,” nami loudly whined, throwing his head back to match the dramatic reaction to jayden being busy. while understandable, and probably way more important, that didn’t stop nami from being a giant baby about not getting attention. sighing, he kept his gaze focused on jayden up until his laptop died, nami’s attempt at a frown only somewhat believable, if his eyes didn’t contrast it with obvious excitement. “oh no… i guess that means you have to give me attention, now! there’s no way you’re gonna get it done… just tell them your laptop messed up, it’ll be fine!” as if it were that simply; doubtful, but nami was just eager to have his focus. “i’ll cheer you up. you need a break.”

                   “i haven’t seen you all day.” and she couldn’t even attempt to  mask  her disappointment, dark eyes peering up at the male before removing her gaze. “you can’t spare 5 minutes of your time to hang out with me ?”

kaiko desperately tries to keep his face DEVOID of any emotions, but he can’t help but narrow his eyes at benji’s reply. it’s ridiculous that he feels so strongly towards the situation because, when he really thinks about it, if it were his fiancé he was having this conversation with, he wouldn’t even care. hell, he knows that she fucks other people besides him and he’s never once felt… jealous. never once felt anything at all towards it except indifference. yet here is someone, a boy no less, that he doesn’t even like doing far less and kai feels like he’s ready to explode. he really wonders what the fuck is wrong with him. “so you just take drinks from strangers now? did you get it from the bar? or did he get it for you?” he fires off, completely against his will.

“typical.” he mumbles, scoffing with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. and he’s not even done either, he opens his mouth to pop off on something else, when he somehow forgets every word in existence. it doesn’t show on his face, but he’s having an internal crisis right at that very moment with the two of them standing so close that they might as well morph into one person. he can’t even tell whose breath is whose as they stand eye to eye. “why?” he asks, before quickly adding, “you some kind of masochist, pretty boy? looking for an ass beating?” he says, wishing he had it in him to actually kick his ass. maybe that would make him feel better. just then, the bathroom door starts to open, but kaiko isn’t done with this conversation. but he also doesn’t want to be caught even talking to benji so he does the first thing he can think of and shoves the boy into one of the stalls, squeezing in with him as he locks them inside.

poor boy has never felt so confused in his entire life. “look– why the hell do you care? so what if he’s the one that brought the drink over? shouldn’t you be focusing on your future wife?” benji scoffed, his gaze never tearing away from the other. “probably because the only reason why i agreed to be a part of her little game is so that i could be with you–” he’s about to speak once more before he’s pushed into the stall, his lips curled into a smirk as he shakes his head. “you think i’m pretty, huh?” he’s careful to be quiet, for now.

he hates that he tenses up, eyes widening the slightest bit, when benji walks through the door. actually, scratch that, he fucking loathes it. he loathes him. quickly, kaiko schools his features and returns them to a more neutral expression. he’s always in control, even when it comes to the minuscule details, and this will be no different. benji is no different; he’s just a dude. albeit, he’s a beautiful dude. actually, he’s every synonym for beautiful in the human language; handsome, alluring, good-looking, attractive, pretty… and that’s the one that really gets him. boys aren’t supposed to be pretty. his father said so.

but, then, why is benji pretty? it was unfair and it was driving him crazy. he wants to scream at him, wants to invite him to fight just so he can rearrange all of his features into something ugly, but he doesn’t. won’t. “why wouldn’t i be?” he bites back, reply harsh. he says it like the other boy was the one who dragged him in here, not the other way around. there’s something mean on the tip of his tongue, something brewing in the back of his mind, but when he opens his mouth all he can say is, “who was that guy you were dancing with?” and he shouldn’t care. he really shouldn’t care. kaiko tells himself that he doesn’t and that’s good enough for him.

“and since when do you come to elysium?” he blurts out, the questions following one after the other as if he were cursed with word vomit. “shouldn’t you, i don’t know, be stacking books or something?” he asks. god, it’s stupid, he’s stupid. he doesn’t even know what he’s saying or what he’s doing. like, really, what the hell is he doing? he should just leave. but, because he’s some kind of masochist, he actually just moves closer. he pushes away from the sink and takes a few steps towards the other until the tips of their shoes are almost touching. “did you come all the way over to gangnam just for a chance to fuck my fiancé again?”

with a shake of his head, benji knits his brows slightly. “nothing, i just thought–” he pauses at the question, “he’s just– some guy.” it was’t as bad as it sounded, but somehow, it made him sound... cheap. “i met him when i came, bought me a drink, that’s all.” benjamin kept his gaze on the other, honestly, he was just confused. he doesn’t know what was kaiko’s issue and he didn’t want to– can’t be bothered to bring up the other’s tone at all.

nayeon doesn’t know what she’s doing here, standing outside his door with her hand raised to knock ━ stopped in the air when she realizes what she’s about to do. the female hasn’t seen him since she told him to leave after he confessed his feelings for her, something that had completely thrown her off guard & rendered her speechless. she hadn’t known how to handle that information, hence why she had asked him to leave & regretted it immediately afterwards. so here she was, tail between her legs as she tries to find the courage to knock on his door, apologize for being a complete idiot. letting out a heavy sigh & closing her eyes for a moment, she finally let her knuckles hit the wood, making three knocks.