Chapter Four: Jung's Return

Kun sat in his dressing room all fixed up in his new hip-hop outfit and ready for the shooting that day. But Jung wasn't. He didn't even show up at the studio. He had called Ga-Woon to ask if he had shown up at school and he wasn't there either. He refused to even step out of his dressing room without Jung being there. He sighed deeply, shifting the soft shirt that Jung had worn last night in his hand.

"Where is he?" the furious manager screamed. She threw her rolled up papers to the ground and stomped on them. She was beyond frustrated and the two boys were just testing her limits. "Jung-Woo better show up…the modeling contest is in two days!"

"He's not going to…" Kun said as he stepped out of his dressing room. He closed the door softly and leaned up against it, thinking to himself about what happened last night. His two index fingers went up to massage his temples and allay his stress. "I screwed up and now he doesn't want anything to do with me."

"Jung-Woo! What happened to your face?" a person that was on break cried. He was having a smoke when he spotted the boy.

Kun's headdarted in the direction he heard his partner's name being called. "Jung?" he asked happily. He rushed over to see if it was really him. And it was. But his face was covered in blood, cuts, and bruises as a result of a face to fist fight with another person. "What happened to you?"

"It's nothing." He said simply. His eyes showed no expression what so ever and he smelt horribly of achohol and cigarette smoke. He was guessing that he drank and burned his sadness away with beer and cigarettes. "I didn't come for you to embarrass me. I just want my shirt back and I'll be back on my way."

"I want you to stay." Kun told him. He touched his shoulder gently but it was slapped away just as fast as it was brought there.

"Just give me my goddamned shirt!" he yelled right into Kun's face. His eyes were torched with anger now. He had to retain himself from hurting Kun because deep down, that's what he wanted. He wanted him to feel as much pain as he felt that night his love was turned down.

The clothing model vehemently shoved Jung-Woo against the wall, pinning him with his body. His anger was triggered instantly and it was time he let it all out. "Shut up!" he snarled at him. This seemed to be the only way to draw his attention. "Just shut up and listen! I'm sorry about last night…I really am. I didn't want that to happen."

"Then why did it?" Jung asked. He kept his voice down this time and summoned up the courage to look Kun square in the eye.

"I wanted to show them what you really could do using those pictures. I did it so that you would stay with me, Jung." He met Jung's eyes and leaned in so that his lips lingered just above the boy's. He wanted to see what he would do.

"I want to stay with you…" Jung whispered. His eyes sparkled with sadness as they met up. It was the sadness that was built up from the other night. "But you hurt me…"

Kang froze in place. It was then that he realized how bad he had hurt him. He pulled his lips away from the horribly chapped ones below them. "I wish I could take that back. I never wanted to hurt you. I just want you to love me like you had said…"

"Kun!" he cried and threw his arms around his neck. He dug his face deep into the tank top shirt he was wearing. "I would give anything just to be with you."

"All right, all right. Enough with the touchy feely stuff. We've still got work to do, especially with Jung's face." The manager snapped quickly. Everyone just stayed still. She looked shocked by her co-workers. "What are you all waiting for?"

"C'mon. We're going home so that we can get you patched up and ready for tomorrow." Kun spoke with a loving smile. He bent down and swept his beaten partner off of his feet so that he wouldn't have to carry his weight. He held him close to his chest as he walked out with him in protective arms.

"Wait! You're not through!" the woman shouted. She waved her fists in the air. "We still have to take the picture!"

"It can wait." And that was the last thing he said to them. He walked down the street, taking the route to his house. Because they were closer to his home than Jung's, he spoke up; "My parents are gone this week so you can stay here if you like."

"If it's not too much trouble." Jung's muffled voice said. His face was pressed into the model's creamy chest so his words came out blurry.

Kun laughed and shook his head. "Of course not." He walked into his humble little home which wasn't too much. But it was still enough to call home. He slowly made his way into his room and laid the boy in his arms onto the white and rippled sheets of his bed. "Do you need something?"

"Sleep…" he said tiredly. He laid perfectly still on the bed and pressed his cheek into the fluffy pillow. This was just what he needed. The sweet smell of roses covered the entire room. It was just like a heaven in reality.

Kun watched him until he faded into his world of sleep. He sat next to him on the bed and pushed the few strands of hair on his face away. He's so beautiful… his mind was wandering off and when he realized this, he snapped back to normal. He couldn't help but laugh at himself. He stood from the bed and advanced into the next room where his medicine resided. He tugged the loin cloth bandages from the cabinet along with some healing cream. He got a wash rag from the sink and ran it under the faucet until it was warm with water. He returned to the beaten boy in his divan and started to clean his bloodied up face with his rag. Once it was rid of the blood, he applied the healing cream to the soft pieces of cloth and placed them onto the gashes that still leaked with blood. He watched him stir around in his sleep before crawling next to him. He took in a few deep breaths and once he smelt the strong stench of beer on the boy, he quickly covered him up with the thin white blanket. He hated that smell. Tomorrow, he was going to have to give him a bath and get him clean again. But for now, he was going to rest in his bed until he was fully healed. He cuddled up next to the boy, glad that Jung decided to stay with him. Thankful, because he decided to love him.