The ten-centimeter gap between Cale and Rok finally decreased to five. Lee Soohyuk was rejoicing so hard after finally decreasing that annoying gap between them. With the help of the Blondie, he can decrease it even more.
"Fufufu."
"If Roksu finds this, we'll be dead meat, Soohyuk-yah."
What makes Lee Soohyuk terrifying? It's not his handsome face or his brain; it's that smile. He looked like an action star with that handsome face of his. It is that one thing when he is thinking of something he shouldn't. That sleazy, deceptive smile.
"Hm, arranged marriages are not uncommon in Europe, but they only apply to noble families and the Royal Family."
"Oh, I am a prince, and Cale is a noble from one of Britain's last noble families."
[Note: Because this is modern fiction, I have to stick with current locations where monarchy still exists.]
Lee Soohyuk, on the other hand, had other plans. He can smell money.
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Roksu fixed his gaze on the agitated redhead. Cale had been frowning since the Blondie started at the same school as him. It is a good thing bastard is in a different league than them. He was directing his attention to the redhead because he was supposed to be teaching him Korean.
It is already after school, and everything is in a state of disarray.
Cale relaxed by leaning back against the table. Naturally, he felt sorry for Roksu because he could not concentrate.
"Are you all right?"
"I am fine... just..."
His engagement to Alver Crossman should have ended when he was sent to Korea. He sighed and closed his eyes to take a breather. Nothing good comes from thinking in this manner. He should have taken a moment to unwind.
Roksu finds Cale's position comfortable so he also lays his head down on the table. Of course, he was facing the other way around.
"Who is he? He called you fiance."
"Do not be jealous, Hubby," Cale cries, lightly hitting his head on the table. Roksu, on the other hand, turned around and used his hand as a cushion. Cale's red hair was all he could see.
Cale slowly turned his head. "Sor—"
When their heads are only a centimeter apart, both of their eyes widen.
Reddish brown and deep brown locked eyes.
"Umm," Cale decided, turning around once more. There was an awkward pause.
Roksu did not bother moving. He extends his hand and pats the redhead. Cale flinches and widens his eyes in surprise. Roksu shouldn't be initiating touches at all.
Roksu, on the other hand, moved closer and kissed the back of his head.
"It will be fine; do not worry about that person; you are fine now, Cale."
Cale was completely flushed. The warmth of Roksu's breath was all over him.
He intertwined Roksu's and his hands. Roksu gripped his hand tightly.
Cale admitted, "I feel like crying."
He turned his head once more, his brow brushing against Roksu's lips. Roksu did not say anything else; he simply held Cale's hand and placed his lips on his brow. It was a comforting position for both of them.
Somehow, they both despised the feeling of this unbranded relationship.
They're both idiots for thinking that they're "just" friends. They had the same thoughts of wanting to eat shit for their idiocy!
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The (Im)Perfect Romance(?)
Fanfiction"Watched out!" The crips but hoarse deep voice echoed in his ears. His world spun as he felt strong arms wrap around him. The feeling of someone's warmth encasing him seems foreign but gentle. The powerful light scent made him lose his reason for a...
