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•🥀GOOD MEETS BAD .29 🥀•
After the kiss, the two just stared at each other for a while as they tried to process what had just happened. Wonpil was beyond ecstatic. The love of his life just said they loved him. It was if fireworks were being set off in his heart right about now. He even had his first kiss with him for crying out loud. What could be better than that?
Dowoon was ecstatic as well as confused. He loved the idea of Wonpil loving him. That was the best thing ever to him right now. But he just couldn't help but be confused. He couldn't help but wonder if he was the right person for Wonpil. All he did was get himself into trouble, and he didn't want that for Wonpil. The worse thing he could do was ruin Wonpil or even put him in jail.
"Hey.." Dowoon started off. "How do I say this.."
"Say what?" Wonpil questioned.
"You know what you're getting yourself into right?" Dowoon said, his tone was stern.
"Yeah, I know." Wonpil plainly said.
"Then why go on with it? I'm not a safe person to be around Wonpil—"
"But I stayed with you for this long. Dowoon, it doesn't matter. I love you..a lot actually. Whatever happens, we can go through it together." Wonpil calmly said as a smile began to find its way to his lips.
"I don't want you getting into trouble or anything—"
"There you go again. I don't care Dowoon, really. When I'm with you, I feel free. I'm restricted from a lot of stuff and I didn't even view the world the way I do now before I met you. " The boy said. "You opened up a new door in my life, and I'm glad you did. Sure, you're reckless but what's life without a little fun?" Dowoon let out a small laugh and ran his hand through the boy's hair.
"You hang out with me too fucking much."
"It's what I like to do the most."
"It's all you do." Dowoon said, earning a laugh from Wonpil.
"Be quiet." Wonpil mumbled as hues face began to turn a light shade of red.
"Wonpil I'mhome—" the two boys turned their heads toward the voice and their hearts cake to a full on stop.
"What is he doing in here— What're you two doing?! Get away from my son!" Mr.Kim yelled.
"Dad—"
"Or What? I'm not doing anything wrong, am I?" Dowoon questioned, a smirk beginning to appear which pissed off Mr.Kim. His father marched over to Dowoon and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, anger fuming from him by the second.
"Dad!! Stop—"
"You fucking bastard, stay the hell away from my son!! You good for nothing—"
"Are you done? You fucking baby." Dowoon questioned as he was only feeding the fire and digging himself a deeper hole. Mr.Kim tightened his grip on Dowoon's collar and raised his fist, ready to swing until Wonpil cried out. He held Dowoon's hand tightly and could only hope he wouldn't get hurt.
"D-Don't hurt him dad..please." Wonpil cried. Dowoon's smile dropped as he heard the small boy cry for the second time that day and switched his gaze over to him.
"Why the hell are you sticking up for him?!"
"Because I love him— just don't hurt him!! Please!"
"I will have no son of mine be with some fuck up like him under my roof!!" His father said as he let go of Dowoon's collar and shoved him.
"Then I'm not you're son..and I guess I won't live here anymore."
"Then leave."
"Wonpil don't—"
"I will." With that, Wonpil dragged Dowoon out of the house and began to walk off.
"Wonpil, stop." Wonpil stopped in his tracks and looked at Dowoon with sad eyes.
"Don't do this because of me. It's not worth it."
"It's worth every second being with you. I wasn't going to stay and watch him hurt you and call you those things."
"It doesn't matter. All that matters right now is you."
"If I matter so much, let me stay with you. I'm not going back home." Wonpil said. Dowoon looked into the boy's eyes for the last time before letting out a sigh.
