I'm In Trouble

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Aron thought he was going to die. He literally thought he had ascended to heaven and back. He breathed out as he had just woken up not long ago in the comforts of someone else's home. He sat up and a blanket slid down his shoulders. He blinked and smiled a little. He looked around the small apartment before catching sight of a piece of paper on the table. He picked it up and saw that it was a note from the man who had cooked up ramen that was the equivalent to hell's taste. It really was one mean ramen, no joke.

'Off to work! You can just drop the keys in the post box. - Minki -'

He laid down and hugged the blanket, feeling a deep comfort sink in. Aron was a man who kept to himself mostly because he didn't want to trouble other people unnecessarily. That's why he built a shop away from home in the middle of nowhere. He stayed alone too and he didn't really have anyone he could call a friend. That's why he kept trying to push Minki away, afraid to open his heart but being in the home of the said male now and just sleeping peacefully reminded him of how lonely he could feel too. Minki was a ball of energy to be honest. He wasn't expecting it when the other almost wanted to keep him up all night just to play games.

It was fun.

He suddenly found himself hoping that this wouldn't be the last time because Minki felt like the rope he needed to grab hold of before he sunk any deeper.

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Minhyun smiled brightly as he stared at the male stuffing his face in front of him.

"Are you... Very hungry by chance?" Minhyun asked and Baekho gulped down his food before nodding.

"Doing it takes up a lot of energy from me. I need a lot of rest after that too. That's why you can't be so vigorous with me. I'm soft," Baekho grumbled and Minhyun chuckled.

"I see." Minhyun glanced around and snuck his hand across the table, placing it onto Baekho's. Baekho flinched and blinked at Minhyun who smiled.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Holding your hand."

"Don't do that. Remember who you are," Baekho sighed and pulled his hand away. Minhyun pouted and propped his head onto his hands instead.

"Baekho, I wasn't joking when I said I like you."

"Mmm."

"Are you listening?"

"Of course but I already told you we should just leave that to after I'm done."

"Why?"

"Cause maybe by some stupid fate, you will think to stop bothering me after that."

Minhyun pouted. "And if I don't?"

"I'll.... Reconsider."

Minhyun sighed and leaned back agasnt the chair. "So what are you going to do today?"

"Hmm? I'll probably drop by the tattoo shop at night. Later... I'll be heading back to office and see if my draft gets the green light."

"Okay. Baekho, its okay for me to still meet you, right?"

Baekho crossed his arms and chuckled. "Do you think I could stop you even if I wanted to? I tried, you know."

Minhyun smiled awkwardly since that was true. He was like a freaking bulldozer who wouldn't back down but he was glad. "Be careful, okay?"

"You worried about me?"

"Yes."

Baekho stared at Minhyun who looked serious and gulped. He didn't think Minhyun would actually worry about him. "Okay. I'll be fine. Its not like its my first time investigating."

"It's just that you stand out too much. I'm worried for you about that."

"I stand out?"

Minhyun reached over and touched the pale pink hair. "Yeah, your hair."

"Ah... I thought it might... Help me look softer."

Minhyun blinked and stifled a laughter. "Why? Do you look scary with black hair?"

"Unapproachable! My boss say I look like a thug trying to talk to people."

Minhyun laughed, trying to imagine the man being all tough and cool. It wasn't like it was difficult. Baekho had the body size and thick brows but he couldn't help to think of him like a really angry puppy. Baekho smiled along, glad to see Minhyun's smile. This wasn't so bad after all. It really wasn't but he wasn't ready for a relationship right now especially not with someone like Minhyun. He needed time and he hoped Minhyun had time to wait for him too. He didn't want to hold onto false hope that the other would fall out of love as quickly as he had fallen in.

"Let's go. You should go home and freshen up for your job. I'll drop you off."

"Thank you."

Baekho dropped Minhyun at his apartment, making sure to keep his visor down in case there were any lurking paparazzis. Minhyun waved to Baekho and headed up as quickly as he could while the reporter rushed back to his office. Taking off his helmet, he made his way to his boss' office after texting him that he had arrived.

"So is the report good to go?" Baekho asked while pulling off his gloves.

"This is nothing you promised me to write! You said you'll get some dirt on him. This... This looks as though you met him personally and had a chat with him!"

"Well, as a matter of fact, I did."

"Then why didn't you write something more? This story won't sell."

"I think it's about time we stop trying to ruin people's careers, sir. I know those aren't words I should say since I'm the one writing these articles..."

"Are you crazy, Dongho?! What are you going to sell if you're not going to write something that gets people's attentions?"

Baekho didn't want to fight. He wasn't here to fight. "We are going to sell the truth and not twist them. People can change. Some strive to be better. We might dig up a dark past but don't you think some people deserve a second chance?"

"You're being ridiculous. We aren't a charity work."

"I know. That's why I've decided that I'm resigning. I'm going to write only the truths from now own."

"No one will take you in."

"I'll keep pushing." Baekho put down the resignation letter that he had fleshed out long ago and bowed. "Thank you for everything that you've done for me."