Bad Romance

A/N: One more chapter to go after this 😭 also, please don't mind me if I don't reply to your comments, it still means a lot to me I just hardly find the time these days, also I will write a note after I'm done with the story, so please don't mind me not replying at present.

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“Thank you.”

A faint voice echoed through Kong's head before his eyes opened to the constant blaring of his doorbell.

Kong sighed, not even putting the effort to get out of the bed while feeling the hard knocks against his apartment’s door.


In all these months, the hardest thing was to wake up, his therapist had told him it would be difficult to wake up and not feel disappointed or feel like all the energy is drenched out of him.

Kong took a deep breath, he knew who was at the door, he had known what date it was at present.

Kong ruffled his hair, rubbing his face to wake up enough before he dragged his bare feet towards the door.

“You have the spare key, P'Fang.”

Fang just smiled at him, before entering in silence, she was in her police uniform… probably on her way to work before she arrived here, or came from the court’s verdict…. Kong didn’t want to know.


“The verdict is out, Kong.” She informed, Kong only swallowed down the lump forming in his throat, closing his eyes momentarily.

“What would you like? Should I make you some cereals? You haven’t eaten anything, have you?” He asked, totally ignoring her words that reflected on her face and once again being the way he had always been now, indifferent.

“Yeah, cereal is fine.” Fang uttered, disappointment reflecting in her tone as she followed Kong inside the little kitchen, helping him a bit, she knew Kong wouldn’t eat anything solid and healthy apart from cereals, so she made the toasts herself, watching as he silently worked on making the two bowls of cereals, so silent like always, not sharing a bit of himself, what he felt…. Nothing.

She had gotten used to this.

Ever since it was all over, Kong had turned utterly reserved, and she appreciated that despite it all he never broke contact from her, let her interfere and help him in any way.

She had even let him call her Chiya but Kong had suddenly turned adamant on not calling her by a name she wasn’t, it was a pathetic part of their past and Kong never wanted to remember anything about it, calling her by her real name and using the honorifics.

He never used to hang out much though, not with anyone, hardly even met Knot after the whole thing, if it wasn’t for Fang who took extra efforts to not lose  contact from him, Kong would’ve never fallen back to her.

Kong tried to avoid the observant gaze of hers before passing her a bowl and taking his own as they settled by the little kitchen table,

“How’s the job hunting going? Need some help?” She asked.

“No, got some part-time jobs here and there.” Kong shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh that’s good.”

Silence.

“I have another good news….”

“What’s that?” Kong was reluctant but he asked anyway.

“You’re going to become an uncle.” She tried to hide her blush as she smiled brightly at Kong who froze just a little.

“What? Whoa! Really?”

“Yeah…. I’m pregnant.” She said and Kong sighed,

“Well, slow down there, my soldiers…. You and P'Ice just fot married like a  couple of months ago.” Kong chuckled against his spoon.

“Yeah, the wedding in which you didn’t show up!” Fang glared.