our trail of gold ; jeongcheol

Chapter 16

"Oh fuck, Han, you picked up. I thought you were never going to answer the damn phone."

His soul mate was silent, and the composer sat with his knees poking outwards, toes touching.

"Jeonghan is sleeping."

"Who..." Junhui choked back the question, before swallowing the miniature surprise. He wouldn't have thought it. But he could recognize such a man's voice anywhere.

"Choi Seungcheol." It slipped out before he could put a damper on his mouth.

"Moon Junhui." Seungcheol didn't seem surprised. "I should have known."

The cold steel of the cell phone licked his ears, the composer closing his eyes as he spoke.

"So, you and Han are back together now?" Junhui purposely ignored the probing that proved that Choi Seungcheol probably knew everything.

"What is it to you?" retorted Seungcheol, quiet yet demanding. The man was certainly a wonder, the control he had, even through a telecommunications device. His speech lured unsuspecting fools and innocent minds, and Junhui could only thank the heavens that Seungcheol actually loved Jeonghan.

At least as much as the matchmaker loved him.

"He's my soul mate and best friend. The answer is my right. But I'll assume that you are with him right now."

Junhui heard a blanketed noise, a soft whimpering drawn between static. He could imagine the matchmaker amidst the sheets. The picture was vivid, just as the feel of Jeonghan's fair skin beneath his lips. Did Seungcheol know the state that Jeonghan was in? The fragmented pieces, the broken soul of a fey angel who hurt only to breathe and continue living... Junhui felt Jeonghan's pain when they first met, even with his darkened past that was slowly splattering into shades of white.

He loved him. More than anything, he loved Jeonghan.

"You were what kept Jeonghan together after I left." Seungcheol's voice came racing back to slice through Junhui's ramblings.

"Only last year," said Junhui truthfully, realizing that it was a statement, not a question. He didn't need a confession from Jeonghan to know that his relationship with Seungcheol was blackened by possession and a dark love. His eyes watched his twirling fingers stretching above him, and smirked.

He did not need to witness either, the reality that could happen. Seungcheol would do anything for Jeonghan, if only just to own him.

"Thank you," said Seungcheol, lips almost stroking the phone the way his smooth voice rasped. "For looking after him."

"I love him. There's no need to thank me. But you can answer me this. I don't care to know why you left him in the first place. All I want to know is if you plan to leave him again."