| Improvise | (hyungwonho)

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Wonho quietly entered the small apartment in which he assumed his flat mate resided. Picking up a rather large suitcase, crept along the hallway to the kitchen where Kihyun was sure to be. True to his assumption, the brunette was slaving over a mass of chopped fruits. The barista liked to create the treats for his coffee shop in their small apartment and forget that Wonho still had to cook dinner for them.

"Think fast!" Wonho threw the suitcase at Kihyun (almost knocking over the cupcake batter in the process) and it hit him rectangle in the face. The poor guy fell over with the suitcase and scowled at the blond from the floor.

"What the hell Wonho?" He yelled, throwing the container back at his assailant. "I found a better place and you don't have to pay rent." He smirked at his friend. "Turns out I inherited a bunch of stuff and was only told today." Kihyun just grumbled and picked himself up off the ground. He picked up the suitcase and trudged out of the kitchen.

Wonho waited a minute for his flat mate to settle again before calling out to him, "It's a penthouse!"

Three words had never made Wonho struggle to keep a straight (my ass) face as the three that Kihyun shouted back down the hallway from his bedroom.

"The ever-loving fuck?!?!"

The trip to Gangnam was quiet and awkward. Hyungwon had arrived to personally chauffeur the duo to the property to find an angry brunette trying to strangle Wonho on top of three suitcases. He quickly pulled the angry man off his boss and helped the blonde up. Wonho took a few short breaths trying to regulate his breathing once more.

"Hyungwon, I'd like you to meet my old friend and flat mate," He pointed at the seething brunette who was trying to hold himself back from pouncing on the blonde again. "Yoo Kihyun. Kihyun, this is my personal assistant Mr. Chae Hyungwon." Kihyun glared at Wonho before putting a genuine smile on his face as he shook Hyungwon's hand.

"Will Mr. Yoo be moving in as well?" The assistant inquired, smiling back at Kihyun. Wonho nodded and smiled brightly. "He was just asking me who I murdered to inherit a penthouse in Gangnam." Hyungwon chuckled. "Don't tell him about the mansion yet." He winked. Kihyun's eyes widened at the new information. The colour rushed from his face and he promptly fainted into Hyungwon's arms (as he had been prepared for this since he shook the guy's hand).

"Next time let's try not to kill my flat mate." Wonho sighed. "I'll take the suitcases if you can carry him?" Hyungwon nodded and gently hoisted the brunette up onto his back, following his boss out of the apartment. Kihyun was smaller and lighter than Hyungwon expected. His mid-tone locks delicately brushing his forehead in a stylised mess. Hyungwon decided then and there that sleeping Kihyun deserved to be protected – no homo (all the homo).

Wonho quickly piled the suitcases into the boot of the vehicle (a totally inconspicuous – my ass – SUV) as Hyungwon carefully placed Kihyun in the backseat with a pillow so he'd be comfortable. Wonho slipped into the passenger's seat and Hyungwon, the driver's seat.

"You do realise he's going to be even more angry at you when he wakes up? I fear for when we arrive at the penthouse." Hyungwon sighed as he pulled out of the parking space, and onto the road. "He obviously cares about you and won't hesitate to knock some sense into you if he needs to." Silence was the reply, Wonho opting to zone-out rather than acknowledging what he knew was coming. Hyungwon was perceptive for only knowing the brunette for five minutes. Maybe Kihyun's tendency to mother him was too obvious.

The silence that shrouded the car was slightly tense. The trip to Gangnam was quiet and awkward.

Once they arrived at the building, Yoo Kihyun had awoken and was scathing – ready to strangle the blonde all over again. Shin Hoseok had somehow come to inherit both a penthouse and a mansion. Someone must have been very rich to have left him that (and apparently more for him to have a personal assistant as well) and as far as Kihyun knew, no one in Wonho's family could ever leave him this much. Not even his great-aunt Agnes (who was in fact quite rich thank you, don't doubt the old hag Kihyun).

Wonho had taken the suitcases to the foyer to wait for the duo who were left in the car. Hyungwon adjusted the mirror so he could see the angry barista. "Just to let you know, he didn't kill anyone Mr. Yoo. He was left everything by the old chairman and president of my company. Please don't strangle my boss." He relaxed into his seat. "He asked if he could bring you with him you know. He does know that you care for him even though this first day working with him has shown me that he is an absolute idiot."

Kihyun sighed and relaxed as well, his gaze losing the anger it held only moments earlier. "You're very observant Chae Hyungwon. I know I mother him too much, but he has no other friends and he refuses to go outside to meet others anyway."

He looked out of the window at the imposing high-end apartment building. It's plastered façade mocking him from the confines of the car. It was expensive and unlikely to get an apartment around here, but a penthouse? The thought scared Kihyun a little bit, and the prospect of why and how scared him even more.

How had life brought Wonho and himself to this point? How likely was it that Wonho would inherit all this? Fate was being generous but to Kihyun it felt like it was too much of a coincidence.

He brushed his fingers through his messy locks and let out a deep sigh. "Promise you'll look after him as he goes out into the world?"