Part 5 (1/2)

Woohyun isn't a real smoker.

He started during army days, quit afterwards and now he smokes one or two as soon as he is stressed out.

So, it is no miracle that he sits on the rooftop in the dark, a cigarette between his lips, not really caring about the dirt getting on his trousers .

"Idiot…", he curses soon after, feeling the hot tears running down his cheeks, result of his anger, the confusion and the fact they just had their first big fight.

"Asshole…" he wipes the tears away, new ones threaten to fall and he gives up.

Hell...He doesn't even know what he did wrong to get yelled at like this.

"Idiot idiot idiot…"A silent mantra into the night.

The door to the rooftop opens.

"Woohyun?"

Thank god…

Woohyun relaxes the second he hears Sunggyus soft, apologetic voice.He is still talking to him, it is not over like this in a matter of seconds.

Still, Woohyun doesn't look at him.

" Can we talk?"

Woohyun inhales the smoke one last time and throws his half smoked cigarette away. " You know that I love you. But right now I'm too pissed off to even look at you."

Silence for a second and Woohyun thinks he might leave just like that.But then Sunggyu comes closer, stops right behind Woohyun and crouches down.Woohyun doesn't move when he feels his boyfriends arms around his chest. He is being pulled back into a warm chest, Sunggyus chin on his shoulder.

"Then don't look at me. Just let me stay like this."

Woohyun wants to push him away at first but… it is Sunggyu. How could he?

So he just stays like this, the soft wind drying his tears.

"I'm sorry, Woohyun."

"You should be."

"I know.", Sunggyu tightens his hold and Woohyun feels more than comfortable and secure in all this mess." I know there is not a lot I can tell you. I… just freaked out and let it out on you. I'm so freaking sorry for yelling at you like this."

Woohyun plays with his fingers. There is a small cut on his ring finger. He accidentally dropped a glass earlier in the restaurant he ate in with his family." This is a totally new side of you."

"I… I thought I was over it. Since high school I had myself under control. But today I wasn't able anymore."

"What happened?"

" Someone sent me a letter. There where pictures of you inside… and the word 'quit'. We both know what this is about."