Purple//KrisHo [UAU III]

VI / Kisses

-Day 5; Sunday, June 4th, 2017-

Kris Wu didn't say anything to Kim Junmyeon about Bae Joohyun when he returned to the apartment, dropping off the last of the boxes from the car.

Kris didn't say anything to Junmyeon about Joohyun when he asked if he was hungry and what he wanted for dinner.

He didn't say anything to him about her when he asked him if there was something bothering him when he handed him a Thai takeout menu.

He especially didn't mention her to Junmyeon before the two men went to bed that night, and he didn't say anything when he laid awake that night, the first night he had spent under the same roof as Junmyeon without him sleeping cuddled up to him, Kris' arm wrapped around him.

Kris couldn't sleep. The act of Junmyeon kissing Joohyun, his arms wrapped around her, replayed and replayed over and over in his head. It just became more vibrant when he closed his eyes.

He understood Junmyeon knew more people than just him. But what he didn't understand was how he could kiss her, when just a little over 24 hours ago he had kissed him, kissing him deeply and with affection.

How could he do that? How could Junmyeon do that to him?

Unbeknownst to Kris, Junmyeon laid awake in the room next to his, mulling over just how he could murder Joohyun's recent ex, Park Sooyoung, and get away with it.

-Day 6; Monday, June 5th, 2017-

The next morning, Kris awoke before Junmyeon, which was no surprise- it was four in the morning.

By the time Junmyeon emerged from his room, messy hair, squinty eyes, rubbing his cheek, and shuffling his feet at nine, Kris had showered, went to the corner convenience store at seven, unpacked some of his own things, rooted through Junmyeon's cupboards, and looked at some of his books.

He was playing one of Junmyeon's video games while hanging upside down from the sofa, his still-drying toes hanging over the back of the couch and his head close to the coffee table when Junmyeon regarded him. "What are you doing?" he asked, peering over the top of the couch.

"Playing one of your games." Kris replied. "Don't worry, I made a new game."

"I could literally not care less, that one's not mine." It was one his friend Kim Seokjin had left a while ago and never bothered to pick back up. "Why do your toes look like Kim Minseok threw up on them?"

"I went to the corner store and bought some nail polish." He wiggled his toes at Junmyeon, and each toe was carefully painted a different colour. "And a box of Rice Krispies because the stuff you had expired in like, 2015. Did you know they sell nail polish there for like, five won? That's way cheaper than in Canada- one bottle is like, ten bucks."

"Five hundred won, Kris." Junmyeon corrected.

"Same thing."

"You can't even have five won. Perhaps five jeon, but no one uses those anymore, anyways."

"I stopped listening at 'you can't even'."

"Fair. How long have you been up for?" Junmyeon asked, steering the conversation back on course.

"I woke up at four. Well, I didn't really wake up; I never really slept."

"And you painted your nails for five hours?"

"No, my toes only took me an hour. First I showered, and then I went through your cupboards and tried all the different kinds of cereal you had, even the expired ones. Those didn't taste too good. Then I threw the expired cereals up, so then I made a mega toast sandwich. There's still some left, if you want it. It was about seven then, so I went down to the store and bought nail polish, cereals, more bread, and I found some cool ice creams I bought- there's still some in the freezer for you- and a magazine I've torn all the posters out of already. I went online and tried to guess your credit card number, and then I went through your bookshelf, but couldn't find one I found really interesting so I went through the video games and then you got up."