Black Space (OS)
Kai x Hun
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Black Space (OS)
Kai x Hun
Classical music plays loudly from an old radio receiver that the young man who owns the room inherited from his grandfather. Song after song played across a small motel on the third floor of an old shophouse in a secret part of Paris. An opera singer across the building was warming up her voice by the window, as usual. every day
She usually wore only a shiny robe the color of rose gold. The middle part shows off her soft, radiant breasts, which always catches the eye of those looking. But it was not used for the owner of the room opposite who was soaking in the bathtub in the morning. Instead, he just spread his thin lips. along with humming a rhythmic tune along with it only
His smooth face lifted up and he fell asleep as he breathed in the rose-scented air from all the skin care products he liked, including the essential oils that had been dripped into the water earlier. Slender hands caressed and cleaned the skin of his own body before leaning his hands against the edge of the pool. When the opposite singer stopped warming up her sweet voice
The young man walked into the bedroom. A soft towel was unwrapped and hung on the rail next to the bathroom door. Slender legs took another three steps. Then he stopped in front of the clothes door that had been left open before and his slender right hand smoothed over the smooth fabric from one hanger to the next before stopping at the last shirt.
The famous brand's favorite perfume that was given as a gift was sprayed on the wrist and lightly dab on both ears. His long nose slowly inhaled its scent, a scent that reminded him of the person who had bought it. A young man with warm embraces and hot lips.
He opened his locker and picked up his black vest, his uniform, and put it on over his shirt, not forgetting to carefully place the rose in the metal cabinet he had gotten it from Madame Tertu this morning. She owned a flower shop two blocks from his building that he walked past every day.
And the good old woman would often invite him to sit and sip tea in the shop, and would often show him the new plants she had brought to sell, most recently orchids from Asia. But the same thing is that she always gives him one rose a day.
“If there is a day when you come into the room and you don't smell the roses, that means you didn't come that day.” Mercier Michel The head waiter jokingly said as he walked in and opened his locker next door. Sehun could only chuckle.
“It looks like it's really going to rain today,” said the voice of a female co-worker. As she steps into the room to change clothes as well
“That's why I issued the warning yesterday: there's a storm right now,” Mercier replied. before closing his own locker “Alright, the store will open in ten minutes. Be quick, everyone.”
Oh Sehun has been working here for almost a year now after moving to this metropolis as a child. His mother had come to study and fell in love with a French man. They agreed to live together. His mother asked him to stay with her and Sehun thought he was lucky. His mother loved him very much and his stepfather was very kind to him even after they gave birth to his younger sister.
But he had never treated him any differently, and until last year he thought that I want you all to be truly happy.
He asked his mother to move out on his own. He wanted to live on his own. Because Sehun knows that The two people who loved him the most couldn't be with him forever. He first got a job as an operator for a communications company before accidentally working at a new restaurant. that is more convenient for traveling
“Tall wine glasses are placed on the right-hand side. Please wait a moment for your main meal,” the young man said in French to a pair of customers he had brought to sit. Both of them were blindfolded. In the midst of darkness, there was not even a glimmer of light in this restaurant. But it was full of people talking.
The sound of cutlery clanking together and laughter. and the loud sounds of classical music accompanying the voices of opera singers.
His slender hand swept the long staff in his right hand before walking along the path until he reached the outside room. Some of his colleagues were standing here. He could hear the oil sizzle in the pan and the chefs shouting to each other. And when the bell rang, it was his job to take over. Serve food to customers' tables.
Oh Sehun couldn't see in the dark, but...he couldn't see at all.
“Come on, hurry up, it's about to rain,” Emily's voice said. When she heard that there were still people busy in the room after the store closed, and from your senses A rainstorm was coming that the girl believed her senses had not missed even once.
“You go first. I'm looking for a few things,” Sehun replied. As he walked, he felt along the wall. Emily didn't reply and left with the sound of the door closing.
Long legs came to a halt on the wall beside the door. The umbrella shelf was empty. Slender hands tried to find it several times. Before he realized he hadn't brought his own umbrella.
A young man in a long robe stepped off the train in a hurry, crowding out the crowd until he reached the side of the road. The sound of a car passing by, not far from him, he heard the sound of a small dog barking. The smell of rain was getting closer, which caused him to walk quickly. His slender hands waved the long staff in his hand, leading the way even though he was familiar with this area. But maybe it's because today is Friday, there seem to be more people than usual.
Sehun walked around the corner of the building, the sounds of people becoming fainter as he got further from the station. He heard the sound of his leather shoes crunching down the concrete road and raindrops began to fall. with the sound of thunder not far away His long legs traversed the alleys of the street but stopped when a certain scent reached his nose.
“..Jonggin..” Nostrils widened, he inhaled until he recognized this scent. The smell of perfume that another person uses regularly The scent was different from the others. Some people didn't flinch at all when they were pulled against the other's warm chest. Sehun inhaled the other's scent. He remembered Jongin's scent. The smell of perfume like this
The smell was mixed with the fishy smell of blood, which today seemed to be more pronounced than usual. “Why did you come to me today?”
A smile appeared on the other's sharp face and a hand gently caressed the back of the neck of the person in his arms. The young man didn't answer, he just stood there like that. Hug the other person tightly before your lips bent down to kiss the other person's soft hair.
“Just thinking about...”
“Why don't you eat it? Don't you like it?” the dark-skinned man asked as he unwrapped the knot of his apron from his waist. Normally, no matter what he did for Sehun, he never refused even once.
“I'm not hungry.”
“Are you sick? Tell me to take care of yourself.” A hand pressed against the smooth forehead of the white man who was smiling at the dining table. “It's not hot.”
“Are you worried about me?” A small smile curled his lips.
"I'm really worried about you."
“You're talking too much if you don't eat. I'll throw it away.”
“You can eat,” the other person pouted. before using his right hand to scoop up the hot soup and blow on it
Kim Jongin walked to the window and took a look at his rolled up sleeve. Blood spots appeared as dark stars on his black shirt. He had never worn any clothes after working here. But today was different, his sharp eyes staring at the road below. The rain storm outside was so strong that he could hardly hear anything, but he thought it was fine. At least the gunfire on the street didn't ring out.
“You'll be gone for a long time.” A voice came from the person sitting at the dining table.
“Why do you think so?” Qiu raised up.
“When you're nice to me, you always disappear.” Sehun bit his thin lip. He is hurt. "Wake up tomorrow and you're gone again."
“I have work to do.”
“What job...what do you do?”
"I told you not to ask," the young man said quietly. while staring at the face of another person who looked like he was about to cry
“...What do you do for work?” Sharp nails dug into his own palm. His face was hot with tears that were slowly falling out, “..Jongin.”
“I told you not to ask!” the young man shouted.
“I'm asking because I want to know!” A slender hand slammed the soup bowl in front of him until it fell and shattered. “I..just want to know, huh..huh, who the person I love is,” Sehun said, sobbing.
"Do you know..how much torture it is? Your face has never been seen before, Jongin... Huh." A slender hand came up to wipe away the tears on his own face. "I just want to know what kind of life the person I love will have. I'm waiting and waiting for you to tell me your story.."
“Sehun..” Another young man stepped closer. Then he pulled the other person in and embraced Sehun, saying nothing but crying. His smooth face was lifted up by a strong hand before the other person's lips pressed down on the soft one. He didn't make it suck, but just held it down. The young man pulled his face away. Then he bent down and kissed him again.
“...Jonggin..” Sehun said hoarsely. After hearing the sound of the door closing, “Jongin…”
A thick figure leaned against the door before slowly letting his body fall still. The sharp face is buried on the knee. Hot tears flowed but there was no sound. Kim Jongin hugged his knees and cried in front of the white door of another person's house.
Sehun cannot see because his eyes are blind, but he cannot see because his heart is blind.
The young man took out a crumpled paper envelope from his trouser pocket, unfolded it and read the message inside through watery eyes. The cell phone was pulled out when a call came in. Sharp eyes stared at the number on the screen. He still hadn't thought about whether to answer the phone or not. This time the job was more dangerous than before. But it came with a large sum of money.
“Right there, right?...Huh..Jongin!” A voice sounded from the other side of the door. “Jongin...”
young man feels He felt another person's body pressed against the other side of the white wood. The owner swallowed hard. before lifting the phone to your ear
“Yes, I took this job myself.”
Kim Jongin has decided that he wants Oh Sehun to see him again.
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There's nothing. Haha. I just want to write. In fact, it was inspired by a webtoon. But it's a secondary pair. We took it and wrote it in our own way. If you like it or not, please tell me. Kiss~~
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