...I look at everything that is Kim Himchan. As his eyes looked only at the wall of the adjacent room...

Couple :: BangChan (Yongkuk X Himchan)

Tag :: #RoomBangChan

Author :: baXll

Twitter :: @baXllnatural

R O O M

(A Present for Sinners)

The image that appeared before my eyes one morning in March... was the slender figure of a white young man standing and smiling amiably.

“Hello, I'm Kim Himchan…” he said, bowing his head slightly. “I just moved here two days ago. Please take care of me.” A slender hand decorated with a platinum ring on the left ring finger handed me a dark blue velvet box, which I took and thanked.

"Bang Yongguk...is in the next room, right? If there's anything I can help with, just tell me." I replied to his kindness in a friendly manner...judging by his clean-shaven face, he was probably about two years younger than me. What year?

I invited him to come sit and talk inside, but his face, which still had only a smile, shook slightly in denial.

“I have to go pick up my wife first...Khun Bang. If you haven't eaten dinner yet, please come to your room." Your eyes and lips curved into an impressive smile again...

Two days ago I saw a moving company moving in and out of the next room, but I didn't see who owned the room. And if I'm being honest, I didn't really care who came in or left...it was just people who lived in the same place.

We talked for a while about general matters such as what new neighbors should do...namely. Not too careless and delving into personal matters. If the other party didn't speak, then I only knew that Kim Himchan moves in with his wife. The couple has no children yet. And another surprising thing is that he and I were born in the same year and our birthdays are around the same time.

“I write songs... submit work or do anything and just use the computer for a long time when I go outside. Look for ideas in various places.”

His soft voice spoke of his own work without intending it to be anything important, but it made me feel unexpected about the young man who wore only a light-colored shirt and slacks and had a simple and casual personality in front of him. It doesn't give me the feeling of being an artist at all... Naturally light colored lips, a slight smile. Shyly, “Uh...

It doesn't seem to suit me at all.”

“Oh no, no, you just amazed me.” I replied honestly, feeling a little disrespectful.

“Haha, it's okay. The other people I know act like you...but it's a job I really love.” His eyes were tight as he said that.

...And I can't find any words to describe the feeling I felt while staring at those pitch-black eyes that seemed to be filled with some kind of energy that made me sink and search for them.

"If you don't mind, next time I'll come talk to you again."

His clean-shaven face flashed a slight smile one last time before asking to leave...

“Yes Grandma...tell the little girl that Papa and Papa are getting irritated haha.........Yes...Yes...Yes...Hello. ” There was only a tone on the other end of the call that cut off as I pressed the end button and threw it on my pillow. ...A small face and cute round cheeks suddenly appeared in my thoughts until I had to let out my breath.

I grabbed an acoustic guitar from the corner of the room and carried it over to a long, faux calfskin sofa. But it's as soft and comfortable as the real thing at your favorite corner on the balcony.

The fingertips brushed along the lines without melody, sending emotions far away... I want it to go to a place where my foster little daughter is having fun with her friends the same age in a fluffy pink skirt. The toys my grandma bought me, beautiful colored candies...and the same warmth I received from there as a child...if I didn't have to keep an eye on the business that was doing well, I probably wouldn't have hesitated. Going back to hug the little kid once after not seeing each other for almost a year.

I left the scenery outside before sitting and thinking about feeling hurt because my daughter wouldn't talk to me any more... Immediately my eyes couldn't help but fall on the porcelain coffee set with a modern graphic pattern that has now become the latest piece of home decoration. To smile when thinking about a few months ago when I met Himchan for the first time...

He doesn't know that I don't drink coffee. If I replaced it with a nice brandy glass or a cocktail mixing kit, I'd get more use out of it.

To be honest, I hardly ever met his wife. The only time I was leaving for work was in the early hours of the evening when I encountered a young woman opening the door next door...it's easy to guess. Because I had kept the picture that fell out of Himchan's wallet for him. …The girl in the picture is the same person as this woman.

She was beautiful and agile like a working woman, with long, wavy, light-colored hair flowing over her thin shoulders... She was slightly taken aback when she saw the hair, but she nodded her head in greeting with a beautiful smile before disappearing inside without warning. What did you say?

It is therefore not unusual that the person I often bump into and talk to is Himchan who is also at home during the day, even though the conversation is only a few minutes long and no one has ever entered the room again. Regardless...but I like this feeling at least...each day that passes by isn't so lonely.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell that seemed to be in a hurry on the other side.

...and was surprised to find Himchan, soaked from head to toe, looking at me asking for help.

“I'm sorry, but can you go to my room for a moment?” Not waiting for an answer, a slender hand grabbed my wrist impatiently. With just a little effort, it wasn't difficult at all to make me quickly follow him easily...

“Huh! It's finished!” Himchan exclaimed as he sighed in relief after they both got wet.

“I think you'd better file a complaint about this matter with the administrator.” I offered the idea after knowing that he had called the central office to come take care of the water pipe from the sink that was damaged beyond repair but had not received any response. help in any way

His slender brows furrowed in thought for a moment before he smiled slightly and shook his head slightly.

“It's not better, I think it's better to go talk to the people who take care of the central part. Complaints may turn into a big issue or someone may suffer from a small matter. This is fine...don't worry.” Those eyes looked straight into my eyes. Thank you...but it was me who had to avoid his eyes and that beautiful smile.

Yes...this man really has a very beautiful smile.

I secretly glanced at Himchan while we cleaned up the floor that was covered in water...

His dark brown hair matched his dark, wet eyes...small drops of water. Flowing down the contour of the jaw, down to the white neck and disappearing along the wide open placket of the shirt... the light-colored shirt became just a thin white cloth, moist with filtered water, the body's skin was smooth and fine, and beautiful, well-proportioned muscles appeared. To the eyes...

"Thank you, Mr. Bang. I'll stay and drink something warm first. Don't come back yet." ...Beautiful lips spread into a smile that I like.

...like?

...No...it just feels more familiar.

I moved myself to sit on a long bench in a corner of the living room, surveying the room of my new neighbor who had just moved in for the first time. Meanwhile, the owner of the room disappeared into the area that he thought might be the area for preparing food.

Of course, the plan of this condominium building is not much different from my room. The difference is only in the arrangement of furniture and decorations to your liking.

...The first time I saw it, I confessed that it was deep. And I didn't feel the warm atmosphere of a married couple's family at all... Most of the appliances were in a simple but classic modern style, including a large, glossy black piano. Standing out deep inside the light-colored wooden doors of various rooms.

It was completely closed, with no knick-knacks or feminine grace to be seen... Only a small picture frame that stood surreptitiously displayed on a low display case in a corner of the living room was enough to indicate the status of the room owner. Second, they are life partners.

I got up and walked over to take a closer look. ...A woman in a clean, cream-colored wedding dress flashes a beautiful smile from the picture - Kim Himchan's wife -

She looked beautiful, cute, and admirable as happiness filled her face... beside her. That same thing...Himchan in the same color suit looked a little different from the friendly young man I knew. It was probably because the outfit...this light cream color gave off a pure feeling. ..delicate and inviting to cherish...

Is that strange?

“Mr. Bang?” A voice calling from behind stopped his strange thoughts immediately.

...Himchan, who had already changed his clothes, placed a coffee cup full of fragrant smoke on the clear glass table before handing me a dark towel draped over his arm.

"Wipe it a little, or you'll feel sick."

...Smile like this again

A small smile of an ordinary man...

“Uh...never mind, I'll go back to my room and change clothes. Thank you for the coffee.” I raised the ceramic mug and took a ceremonial sip before walking out of there without waiting for him to protest...and then I realized something.

"Er... Mr. Kim, just call my name." I smiled at him for a bit before opening the door.

“Then you can call me Himchan.” The deep, pleasant voice continued to be heard behind him until the door closed…

And I'm smiling to myself...for no reason.

It was another night when the store was still crowded with people...some came to have fun after work with friends, some came as a couple with their loved ones. Dancing...sitting listening to music, talking softly, and some people just coming to find a quiet corner to sit and drink alone...these pictures are pleasing to the eye as if they were part of life.

Well, of course...this is my own shop.

I looked at the customers from one corner of the store with satisfaction. Even though this kind of nightlife restaurant business is popular and has quite a few competitors, I am proud to say that the shop is small. Here the annual income is not as small as other places. Maybe at the end of this year, if profits are good at the beginning of next year, I might be able to expand it to a bigger size and improve the service even more.

“Mr. Yongguk,” the young man in a waiter uniform bowed his head respectfully as he handed over a small piece of sweet-colored paper. A sheet was given to me... on it there were messages and numbers written in cute handwriting. “Ladies over there. I leave it to you.”

... I followed his gaze and saw a slender woman... her full lips were just a thin, uninviting smile, but a pair of beautiful, sparkling eyes could tell the purpose without much difficulty.

“Give her a drink...and tell her I'll be leaving in a moment.” I made a small connection by raising the cut glass in my hand invitingly before pressing my lips to a smile as she did the same… Her eyes We bonded for a moment before I stormed out of the shop.

Cool menthol scent It clears my mind when I take a deep breath and let out white smoke that hurts the people around me who are walking around and no one is paying attention on the street...it helps a lot when I don't want to think about my responsibilities. What good and evil like right now...when I would only think of the superficial happiness that was often offered to me by kind people until it became a normal part of my life.

'Can't help it...a business like ours It's like this'

...A close friend once said this with a reassuring pat on the shoulder as if his words would bring me forgiveness from the whole world.

But the strange thing is...the person who said that has never cheated on his wife even once.

Every time I started to feel weak and about to be defeated by something like this, the face of my little daughter, who had always looked up to me as an example, would slowly fade into my consciousness. The light fades every moment. With the hundred and eight reasons I have brought up to support my own...behavior.

Because I'm single and still very young...

Because I'm lonely...and lonely...

Because I was just accepting the kindness and not taking the initiative...

Because I...

I pumped the smoke into my lungs one last time and tossed the rest down the roadside drain before turning back into the shop where people were waiting to share the joy of the night. A scene resembling a soap opera was unfolding. Happens next to There was an Italian restaurant on the corner of the street, and it almost wouldn't have caught my attention if my eyes weren't transfixed by a figure.

...The person I remember clearly

A young woman in a crimson skirt that matched her slender figure was having an outburst of anger towards the dark brown-haired young man who just turned his head away until the small handbag in her hand swung without stopping and hit the tree. His arm, the girl's small, delicate wrist was grabbed by the other person to protect himself... but he must have cherished her too much when his slender hand suddenly flew free and slammed hard onto the young man's face.

...She walked away from him just like me. Even though both legs seemed to be very heavy, her brain still ordered them to walk back into the store normally.

I can't tell you how I feel about what I see...Himchan's face flutters from the force of his palm like that...

...No...Do I have to feel something?

Full, beautiful lips smiled from a dim corner. She was still waiting for me in the same place, but that smile and those beautiful eyes were full of charm and seduction. It wasn't a thin smile like the first time...look. That I probably made her wait too long.

The conversation is still the same over and over. What the content will be is not a matter for me or anyone else to care about. Each side knows their true desires. The conversation may only be to build trust in each other so that What was about to happen next was only smooth.

...because of the eyes

...lips

...smooth white body skin

And her plump breasts...it said it all from that first minute.

...but what I'm experiencing here is annoying...I'm irritated and don't understand.

I feel like things are going slow and I want to stop this boring conversation. Drag her onto the bed and be done with it. Gone... The beautiful, tantalizing thing in front of me was nowhere in my sight. I couldn't respond to the message she sent because all my feelings were focused only on the outside on the dim road.

...Will that person still be in the same place?

How will he feel now...will he be hurt?...will he be indifferent?

The white cheek skin was probably red and bruised...

Those pitch black eyes were dull.

I can't imagine...What would Himchan's beautiful thin lips be like without a smile?

I stood up as if I had made up my mind, ignoring the puzzled expression and sweet voice that tried to hold me back. But before I could walk out of there, the shop door was pushed in from outside along with the figure of a person I didn't want. You can stop thinking about him.

...Kim Himchan

I followed the figure walking away from the couple dancing in the middle of the floor and chose to sit on a tall chair at the corner of the bar counter, waiting until the waiter had already taken my order, then took the liberty of walking over and sitting on the chair. empty space next to

...Himchan who turned to see me raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I'd like to sit with you, please...and that..." I nodded towards the beautifully colored drink glass that the waiter had placed in front of him. “I run...my own shop. Don't be considerate.” Those beautiful eyes showed surprise for a moment before they returned to their original calmness again.

“Really? Yongguk, I didn't think it would be such a coincidence...so I'll accept it willingly.”

He smiled smoothly on his lips, sending heat down his throat...over and over.

I watched one part of Himchan's face…no words were returned or returned… Those pitch-black eyes continued to stare at the beautiful, smooth water, not paying attention to anything like there were many people around. It's just emptiness.

“...Does it hurt...Himchan?”

The question that came out of my mouth as a result of the lingering feelings in my heart caused the face that was only visible at first to turn to look at me in shock... but only for a moment.

...Then I saw...a red, bruised mark on the other side of his face.

“You can see…” A slender hand raised the glass that was almost empty and looked at it. I poured it until it was full.

"...It's been like this for a long time...me and you." Her natural lips were coated with beautiful water until they were shiny again. The tip of her tongue was moist, swallowing every drop as if thirsting...and me. He couldn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him for even the slightest bit.

Himchan placed one arm on the counter and leaned his head on the pillows... His dark hair caressed the white skin of his cheek that was beginning to tinge a faint pink hue. From the body temperature that started to rise with the amount of alcohol that was consumed, the pitch black eyes were blurring but still not moving away from the beautiful water that was beginning to diminish again.

"The truth...it's been like this since the beginning...me and you." He continued to babble, saying the same sentence as if he wanted to memorize it...his thin lips stretched into a smile as if mocking first. A calm voice would say something.

“...The glass is empty...if someone were to fill it up it would be good...Yongguk.” His fingertips absentmindedly traced the rim of the glass.

...For a second, I couldn't tell if Himchan's words had any other hidden meaning or not.

...but because those pitch black eyes that looked into my eyes were so sad and the lips that still let out a faint smile...but they looked bitter...

...Amber water was slowly poured again...until the glass was full.

“...Can it be me...Himchan?”

The words that came out...as if they weren't their own voices.

...Can it be me?...Himchan

I don't know what made me say those words... words that seemed to be the beginning of everything right now...

The only thing I know is the body touching against each other under the coarse cloth that makes me irritated... The slender white hand that grips my shoulder is cold and damp with sweat. The pitch-black eyes that follow my hand flicker even in the dim darkness. My hand... which unbuttons his light-colored shirt, slides in to lightly touch his smooth skin.

I looked at the smooth chest that reflected my breath and looked at the white shoulders that were unobstructed. Looking at his slender neck with smooth dark brown hair, before placing his lips on the red, bruised skin on his cheek... I looked at everything that was Kim Himchan. As his eyes looked only at the wall of the adjacent room...

My two hands support Himchan's face to turn... It's useless to ask about his will right now.

“What do you want me to do...Himchan?” I heard my own voice caressing my soft lips even though it wasn't inviting. But the sweet warmth mixed with the smell of expensive liquor made it easy to become intoxicated... Soon a slender hand moved from my shoulder to wrap around my neck.

“...The way you want.”

Himchan's gasping sound echoed in the atmosphere...but it penetrated through the cement layer into the next room. Some or not...no one knows. And probably no one cares.

What I'm interested in right now is the white, smooth body that sways passionately in front of me...

I couldn't take my eyes off the hot, sweaty body and the tight, beautiful muscles trying to grind their hips into the front of my legs.

...Can't let go of the hot part that rubs and grinds on her abdomen, tortured by the desire that's been deeply hidden.

...I can't take my lips away from everything I own: smooth, white shoulders...the tense top of my chest...the soft skin on my thin neck...dark hair laced with moist sweat... Cheeks...chin...pursing lips

...and didn't have the slightest bit of conscience to control his desire for Himchan.

Even though you could feel the bitter salty taste on the tip of your tongue from his warm tears...

I could hear myself moaning low in my throat with the emotion that burned my body against Himchan's round hips that were pressing down like crazy... His moans mixed with his soft sobs. So far...too far for me to stop what I'm doing.

Slender arms hugged me tightly.

“I love you... Yongguk…ah…I love..you…” His breath came in ragged whispers. “But I don't..I'm...oh..um.” My lips swallowed Himchan's words until they were gone...I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to know.

Every part of my body was close, almost melting into one flesh... The smooth back trembled violently in my embrace, feeling the pain pressed deep into my shoulder from sharp teeth and hot tears. -Himchan's pain-

...but I couldn't feel anything more than that when every nerve ending tensed to the utmost. The only point where Himchan's heat enveloped him as if he held him tight...his whole body trembled as he sensed a blindingly bright light.

“Ah..ah...Himchan...Himchan.”

I buried my face in the thin, sweaty shoulder of the body slumped in my arms...feeling a slight twitch. Before you slowly He inserted his arms to support the body whose consciousness was beginning to blur, so that its back touched the soft bed.

In the end...what I saw from those beautiful, watery, pitch-black eyes disappeared behind tired eyelids.

...There is still only a cold, hard wall separating my room...him...and that girl.

The overhead lights caused me to hit the gas pedal through the nighttime traffic again...

I walked into the store, smiling and greeting customers and employees, ordering drinks and sitting and admiring the business that is still good day and night...

“Miss Yongguk,” sweet-colored paper was handed over along with clear, beautiful champagne in a tall glass. “Ladies over there, please come join in the congratulations for a moment.”

The kindness from beautiful women still continues to come...and there is never a time when I will deny their beautiful kindness.

I still have hot days and nights...

Still hugging the fragrant body skin...

Still touching the warm, soft, smooth skin of my hand...

And still drunk with endless lust...

The same life...the same tastes...the same activities that are repeated over and over will only change the face...as if those moments will help fill in something that is missing.

...completely disappeared...after one night, that night

Kim Himchan...disappeared from my life as if he never existed...my side was cold when I woke up a day later and I didn't see Himchan. ...and the next day as well.

Many times I have tried knocking on his door but there was no answer...

And once again, I sat and waited in front of his room without getting up for three whole days...but there wasn't even Himchan's shadow.

One last time...the door to the room I'd been waiting for for months finally opened after knocking several times.

...But standing in front of her was Himchan's wife and a man I didn't know... A strong arm wrapped around her narrow waist as if to announce their relationship.

I don't know whose fault this whole thing is.

Maybe it's her fault...

Or maybe he...

Not Himchan...

...but in the split second that she was conscious, her fragile body lurched out of the young man's grip and fell to the floor with the force of my hand that didn't even think about saving any effort, and finally... It cost millions of won to compensate for her boorishness. and the cost of calming down the quarrel with the man

I still have hot days and nights...

Still hugging the fragrant body skin...

Still touching the warm, soft, smooth skin of my hand...

And still drunk with endless lust...

...but who knew that every joyful night that passed was so torturous... My imagination was only distorted.

Every time we make love...I only think of Himchan.

I yearn for his touch...

In my heart I moaned his name...

In my head there is only his beautiful smile...

In my memory, there was only his tear-stained face.

...Experienced only overnight It turned out to be like a nightmare for my sins and it would remain like this...forever.

            Room~ NEVER END ~

Final chapter...

Gentle sunlight bathes part of the room, making it look soft and warm...

I leaned back on my favorite sofa and took a bite of a soft butter cookie before sipping coffee from a beautiful porcelain cup as I looked around. On the front page of the newspaper on the morning of March 31, alternating with scrolling through birthday messages from friends. and acquaintances on laptop and smartphone screens

The whole room was quiet. There were no more deafening sounds of arguing and cursing from the next room because the people in that room had moved out several months ago...but in truth, I didn't really care...it was just the people living there. Only in the same place

I took my eyes off the health column frame and placed the porcelain cup on the saucer when I heard the doorbell ringing, breaking the silence.

The image that appeared before the eyes was the slender figure of a white young man standing and smiling amiably.

“Hello, I'm Kim Himchan…” he said, bowing his head slightly, “I just arrived a few hours ago... Please take care of me.” His hands were white and smooth, and he wore no jewelry. He handed me a large suitcase.

I took it...and I won't let it go again.

R O O M

- END -

Talk 1 ::

Hello~ Fiction

B.A.P

Our second story. Let me first say that this is a fic that I rewrote from a fic that I wrote a long time ago. And it's also a re-up fic. because it had been posted on a big board like

Just a feeling...

that is

LoJae

But the thing is, I have my own fic archive so it's better to post it here. Haha >___<

Talk 2 ::

We rewrote this Bang Chan story around Bang and Chan's birthdays, so.. this fic is considered a birthday fic for both of them. If the feel conflicts with other birthday fics I've read, I apologize. Haha ^0^''

Talk 3 ::

As always, what if there is an error? You can recommend and criticize. Thank you everyone for coming to visit~ Mewwww~ >3<