Disclaimer: I do not own Kill Me Kiss Me.

Rating: Teen. Shounen-ai. KunKangxJungWoo.


Everyone was talking about it. Yang Me had taken a picture of Kung Kang and Jung-woo Im, together in C Wing, Kun looking passionately at him, Jung-woo not making his usual objections! By noon, photocopies were circulating through the classrooms, interrupting each and every class with fan girls squealing at the sight as the photocopies were passed around.

"Geeeez.." started Ga-Woon, "You're never going to live this one down, mate!" He patted Kun hard on the back, causing the model to wince.

"Get off.."

Kun stood up, and Ga-woon grabbed the hem of his shirt. "Where are you off to?"

The blonde boy gently pulled away, glancing to the side. "Away.. from here." He took his bag and weaved through the groups of students without a word to the teacher. Today would be an insufferable day.

Kun jogged his way through the school, stopping at the men's locker room on the second level, having left an outfit for his modeling job today in a locker after Gym class earlier that morning. He pushed the heavy door open and stopped abruptly.

Jung Woo sat against a row of lockers, reading a comic book, legs crossed. He barely acknowledged Kun's presence. He turned a page of his comic, as Kun watched his eyes silently travel over the page. Kun crossed the floor and sat on the long bench cutting the row of lockers apart, directly across from Jung-woo. He leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, eyesfocusing on the boy.

"Why aren't you in class, kid?"

Jung-woo spoke softly after finishing reading a page. "People were making fun of me. And class is boring, as is."

Kun nodded. "Fair enough.." He paused. "I take it your classmates saw the picture."

Jung-woo was silent, and Kun took this as a 'yes'.

Kun paused. If anything was going to happen including a decent conversation, he would obviously have to instigate it. Talking to Jung-woo was like talking to a cat. It seemed to vaguely acknowledge what you are saying, but doesn't make any attempt to show you it did so, or respond (hey, a simple meow would do!). So, Kun slid off the bench and onto the cold floor beside Jung-woo. He glanced over at the smaller boy. His bangs were hovering in front of his large, clear eyes as he skimmed the pages.

Kun reached over and brushed back Jung-woo's bangs. The boy looked at him, finally dragging his eyes away from his obviously completely engaging comic book about saving the universe. How could you save the world, if you had no set person in it to save?

Does it matter if HE is who I would want to save..?
Who would object?

"I didn't knowthe photographerwas there." Kun watched him closely as he spoke, taking in his deep eyes, keeping his gaze locked on it. Jung-woo's eyes were looking straight at him, but they barelynoticed him. "But.. I think I know a way that might help the situation."

"What's that?" Jung-woo spoke quietly, making no objection to Kun's hand now running slowly through his hair.

Kun leaned in. "We could make the rumors truth.."


Chapter two.. I hope you enjoyed it! This was my third fanfiction ever. :D