A story about brothers and their lovers.
This a GBKCTT fanfiction with just a little angst, a whole lot of fun, romance and smut!
Check out the synopsis for more details.
Disclaimer: I don't own the photos I intend to use. And I mean no disrespect t...
A/n - It's so hard to write when I get interrupted every fifteen minute, it's frustrating. Well, what can I say? it's the Christmas season. Enjoy my lovelies...😘😘😘
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"Fuck! You're so beautiful."
Kimmon's fingertips lingered over the deep indentations on Copter's cheeks. His smile faltered as he stared into Kimmon's eyes.
"I'm a guy," He tried to argue.
"So?" Kimmon tilted his head. Copter wanted to look away from the sharp gaze focused on his face. But he couldn't like he's hypnotized by the eye. He felt like a paralyzed prey staring at the eyes of a black mamba. He's positive that he will get attacked if he so much as blinked.
"Shouldn't the word be handsome? Beautiful is for girls." Copter managed to mumble.
"I'd rather call you beautiful," Kimmon smiled widely, finally breaking the eye contact.
Copter finally managed to laugh batting Kimmon's fingers away from his cheeks.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" Kimmon asked abruptly.
"Okay," Copter agreed. He's feeling a bit light-headed. He only had two beers but look at Kimmon, holding his liquor even after four bottles.
Kimmon got to his feet. Copter followed.
"Are you taking me home?" His feet stumbled a little.
"Are you kidding me?" Kimmon held Copter's arm. "The night is still young. We must celebrate!" He guided Copter to his bike.
"Okay," Copter agreed. Holding onto Kimmon's shoulders he hauled his stumbling body up the back of the monster bike. "So, what are we celebrating?" Copter scooted closer, hugging Kimmon's waist. Kimmon passed the helmet to Copter with a hidden smile.
"Your band?" Kimmon reminded.
"Oh," Copter clumsily pulled the helmet over his head.
"Tae and I have been discussing hiring a live band for the restaurant to play on Friday and Saturday night," Kimmon added. "If you're good, then the gig is yours." Kimmon looked back and grinned.
"Really, Kim?" Copter cried eagerly, throwing his hands around Kimmon's shoulder. Unknowingly he'd scooted forward, his chest plastered to Kimmon's back.
"Yeah, why not," Kimmon bumped their helmet-clad heads together.
"Ohhh...thank you, thank you, thank you, Kim." Copter squealed, placing his chin on Kimmon's shoulder. Kimmon laughed softly.
"Let's go celebrate, boy." Kimmon revived the bike.
"Yeahhh.." Copter yelled happily.
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Rain was locking up the restaurant for the night when he heard Kim's bike approach the employee's parking lot. He jingled his keys and waited. Kim spent the night at the restaurant on some days. If it's one of those days then no point in locking up.
