Pete never imagined himself setting foot in Kim's apartment again. After everything that had happened between them, he vowed to never set foot on that cursed place for the rest of his life. Kim's apartment was like a haunted house that traumatized him to the core he tried his best to avoid it at all costs. Yet he found himself trailing behind Kim as they made their to his door.
As the door opened before them, a wave of nostalgia swept over Pete. He felt like he was 21 again, entering the apartment for the first time. He stood at the door for a long time, stuck in an internal battle between going inside or running away and never looking back. Kim seemed to notice this and as a brat that he always is, he dragged Pete inside by his arm and shut the door. As if electrified, he quickly pulled his arm back and scowled at him which earned a scoff from the other. Not ready for a prolonged eye contact, he avoided his gaze and tried to look around instead. His eyes started wandering at the old paintings hanging on the walls. Despite having been here before multiple times, he still find those paintings fascinating, especially that one opposite to the couch. It's a painting of a house in the middle of a field. It looks simple and peaceful—a picture of a life he once dreamed of having.
"The first aid kit is in my room. We should go upstairs." Kim said to get his attention back. He felt his shoulders stiffen at his words. If Kim's apartment was a haunted house, Kim's room was a graveyard Pete would never visit despite knowing someone important to him was buried there.
"I'll go take a shower first." Kim added as he made his way upstairs, not bothering to look back if Pete was following him. How could this man act so nonchalant as if things were okay between them? As if he never hurt him? He wanted to curse Kim for being such an insensitive jerk and a heartless psychopath for making him go through all these. His jaws clenched in anger. He couldn't believe he once loved this man with all his heart. If only he knew back then that Kim would only break his heart in the most cruelest way, he shouldn't have gotten so close to him. Maybe that would've spared him all the troubles sleeping at night and the endless cycle of self-pity and self-doubt.
With heavy footsteps, he followed Kim to his room. He knocked 3 times and waited for a moment before twisting the knob open. He was greeted with a very familiar interior. He took a few shaky steps inside and he felt his head spin at the familiarity he felt. His stomach flips and he felt like throwing up. Unconsciously, his eyes scanned every corner of the room and his chest burns with the fact that it looks exactly the same from the day he left. Kim's favorite guitar hanging on the wall, his nightlight on his side table, the pile of books beside it, his bed, his sheets. The exact ones that Pete used to wrap around himself. He slowly walked towards the drawer where Kim usually store his first aid kit. He took it out and put it on the table as he stood there waiting for Kim to come out so he can get this done and over with. His feet shifted in discomfort. He can't wait to get out of this room and this damned apartment. As if the gods took pity in him, Kim emerges from the bathroom and Pete sprang into action and quickly put the bandage around his shoulders. If Kim was blatantly staring at him while doing that, he ignored it. Just like how he ignored the loud beating of his stupid heart.
"There. All done. I'll take my leave now, Khun Kim." He bowed slightly before making his way towards the door. Before Kim could say anything back, he shut the door behind him and practically ran down the stairs to get the hell out.
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"Are you alright, love? I heard about what happened earlier. Are you hurt?" Vegas asked in a worried tone as he inspected Pete when he arrived.
"I'm fine, Vegas. You can chill. No scratches or anything." Pete replied while making a little twirl to let Vegas see he's all good. Vegas chuckled at that, his heart has finally calmed down knowing Pete is alright. He pulled Pete into a hug and Pete hugged him back tightly, feeling his whole body relax by smelling the familiar scent of his boyfriend. A warm bath and a scrumptious dinner made by Vegas has brought Pete into a better mood. A bonus cuddle afterwards made him forget all the worries he had earlier that day—made him forget about him as he always does.
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Right Here Where You Left Me (KimPete)
Fanfiction"If our love died young, I can't bear witness." -Taylor Swift Synopsis: Before Vegas and Pete, there was once Kim and Pete. Not that anyone would know that. Probably Korn. But he's no more. And dead men tell no tales so it's just Kim and Pete who kn...
