Information Jumble
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/humor/k-drama
Warning: Light language and violence. Suggestive themes, and sexual content.

This is a male on male love story - so eventually there will be male on male sex, so I’ll only be posting the edited version here, when scenes get a little too graphic they can be read on my LJ (I’ll make a note of that when it happens). So sit back, relax and try to enjoy Hyunki’s strange journey with love.

“Who’d a thought a baby-faced, glam fashioned, wannabe pastry chef would end up with that smarmy, sex crazed, green-eyed guitarist?”

“Well, that’s love for ya.”

Prologue: his fleeting heart did this. . .

Seung was pummeling him, tears and snot streaming down his face.

“You fucker, I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking kill you!” The crowd flinched with each smack created by Seung’s hands. Furious strikes contacted Atsunori’s now pulped face.

Hyunki squeezed through the crowd, he stopped - horrified by the scene. Seung, pinning Atsunori to the asphalt with his legs, both hands slugging at his face every-which-way. Flecks of blood spurted up, while the crowd watched in silent revulsion. Hyunki ran over to Seung - trying with all his might to pull him off.

“Let go Hyunki!” Seung’s voice cracked, his sobs breaking through, “I’ll kill him, let go!”

Hyunki managed to pull Seung off, his heart beating as they landed together on the ground. “Stop it.” Hyunki muttered into his ear. Seung was shivering - his knuckles swollen, his hands and shirt were covered in Atsunori’s blood. He was howling, pulling at his own hair.

Hyunki’s eyes flicked over to Atsu’s unmoving body, he was still breathing - barely. He held onto Seung - who was trembling, “What happened?” he asked as softly as he could - his words almost motherly, “What was it he whispered to you?”

Seung was out of breath, his voice caught on chokes of bewildered whines, “He, h-he told h-her - everything, that fucker t-told her everything! S-she hates m-me now!” he spluttered out. “She w-won’t even look at me!”

Hyunki gasped, his hold loosened on Seung, he sat back - stunned. Seung grabbed onto his arm and buried his face into his chest, “I love her so much, i-it hurts, it fucking hurts!”

Still flummoxed, Hyunki rested his hands on Seung’s back. He could feel his own eyes turn misty, he didn‘t like seeing his friend like this, no matter how much he deserved it in the long run.

“I’m so sorry, Seung.” he sighed. Hyunki knew, deep down - that this was all his fault. But, despite his sadness, Hyunki couldn’t help but feel slightly elated. . .

. . . After all, Seung was single now.