![]() He’s on a trip with Kyungwu and Jinseok, on vacation from the army, the three of them just fooling around Haeundae Beach when it happens. Do you have someone waiting for you back home, Kitae-yah?” “I can’t wait for my vacation, it’ll be so good to be with them again. “You’ll see them next week, hyung,” Kitae pats him on the back jovially.Ī smile immediately blooms on the guy’s face. The other men tease him all the time, but Kitae understands him he, too, has someone he misses every day. He shows Kitae pictures of his wife and kids every change he gets, always sighing about how much he wants to see them. He’s one of the oldest hyungs, almost thirty, with a career and a family back home. “Man, I miss my wife,” one of the guys in his platoon says. “The number you called cannot be reached,” the automated voice says. The same number he’s been calling for two years now, and his brain knows it won’t work, knows it’ll be useless, but his heart clings onto the hope that maybe this time will be different, maybe this time the call will connect, maybe this time. He wants to have Wan congratulate his brother and sister-in-law, wants Wan to attend Woohyun’s first birthday party, wants Wan to be a part of his family.Īfter he hands the baby back to his brother, after he kisses his parents and his sister-in-law goodbye, after he walks outside and hops on the bus that’ll take him home, Kitae calls Wan. He wants to call Wan and tell him the good news, gush about how cute Woohyun is, send him pictures. There’s a small human that he’s going to see grow up, that shares his blood, that he loves. But, more than that, Kitae is an uncle now. He used to babysit a bunch of his neighbors’ kids, and he always seemed to have a flock of elementary school students following him around at all times. Little Woohyun yawns, blinking up at Kitae with round, curious eyes. His brother adjusts the baby in Kitae’s hold. “Just support his head with your arm like this.” Kitae looks around for help, but his parents and his sister-in-law offer none, also amused by his trepidation. “Don’t be so stiff,” his brother teases him, shaking his head. So fragile and helpless, and as Kitae holds his two-week-old nephew in his arms for the first time, the horrifying thought that he might drop this child flashes through his mind, making him panic. The thing about babies is that they’re so tiny. This is the first time he’s admitting it out loud. The terrified look on his face before he ran away, a year ago, that’s still fresh on Kitae’s mind. How he reached out to touch Kitae if he felt nervous or uncomfortable, relaxing when he closed his fingers around Kitae’s wrist. His pretty brown eyes and fluffy bangs, his cute little ears that would turn red whenever Kitae teased him, a blush high on his cheeks that should have been indication enough, should have made Kitae realize. He feels a little bad it must suck to know your partner is thinking about someone else, and he just put the guy through that for six whole months.īut his ex-boyfriend just smiles at him, shaking his head. You get this hopeful glint in your eyes when you think you found them, but when you realize it’s not them, it vanishes and you’re just… sad.” “Everywhere we go, you’re always looking for someone, in every face that walks by. “I feel like you’re never really with me,” his boyfriend says, eyes kind. So when he sits Kitae down at a café just outside their university campus and says, voice level and firm, “I think we should break up,” Kitae is not devastated. Handsome too, which is a bonus, and they share enough interests in gaming and obscure, random historical facts that they should be a good match, a perfect match.īut his boyfriend has one fatal flaw: he is not Lee Wan. He’s older, a senior in their college, but he never treats Kitae like a child. Gets along well with Kitae’s friends, and his friends are cool too.
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