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“I’m going to be so late,” Kevin whines to himself, running through the crowds of people in a desperate bid to reach the main street. He’s never spent much time in the busiest parts of New York City, not until now, and he’s been dodging hassled businessmen and women for the last fifteen minutes.
He’s got an interview across the city that’s due to start in less than thirty minutes and aside from hailing a cab, he’s absolutely hopeless to know how to get there. His mom had told him, had warned him, to just memorize the subway system and practice his route but he foolishly waved her concerns off and now he’s paying the price.
Stumbling into the street, he finds dozens of cabs with people pouring in and out of them. By the time he blinks, the one he wants is taken time and time again— he has to think fast.
None of the city folk care about where he needs to go, they all have places to be. So without care, without thought, he waves his hand and rushes towards the next available cab.
Sliding into the seat feels like the sweetest relief possible, so much so that he doesn’t even recognize a problem until… Well, there’s a problem.
“You two going together?” the driver comments accusingly, glancing at Kevin in the rear view mirror. His eyes shift to the side and Kevin blinks dumbly, finally processing the question. He’s almost hesitant to explore it, but then he turns his head and—
“Oh, what the fuck,” Kevin bemoans, head flopping back against the seat. “Listen, dude, I really need to get to Mood in the next, oh I don’t know, 30 minutes so I’m not late.”
The — holy shit, he’s handsome — stranger freezes for a moment and Kevin can nearly see the buffering symbol above his head.
“Oh, that’s alright,” the stranger nods. But he doesn’t get out of the car. Instead he just confirms the driver’s earlier question. “Yeah, we’ll both go.”
Huh? Kevin is confused.
Judging by the impeccable suit and expensive looking briefcase in his lap, this man is not going to a fabric store. Unless he owns it, which, from the research he’s done, the owner is not a dangerously attractive asian man.
“You’ll get dropped off first, no worries,” the stranger smiles brightly. Kevin feels horribly blindsided suddenly, as if he’s tasting a strange sensation he should have never had. Who is this guy? “I’ll pay you double if you can drive me to my appointment after this,” he continues talking, this time to the driver who gets a greedy twinkle in the eye at the prospect.
The stranger relaxes back in the seat after that, thumbing lazily at his phone as Kevin just sits there in shock. Whatever, he should just be thankful, right? He’s not going to be late and he’s got eye candy.
At least he’s not getting groped by an old man on the subway.
“What’s at Mood that’s so important today?”
The question feels jarring in a weird way, but not unsettling. When Kevin turns to glance at the other man, he sees warm brown eyes already on him. If he squints, he thinks he can see the beginnings of crows' feet creeping around his eyes and his smile lines are prominent as well.
“I have a job interview,” Kevin finally says, a secret little smile on his face. “I just graduated college with my degree and I’ve always idolized the store, you know? So this is an opportunity I never expected, but I’m so thankful for.”
The stranger seems surprised but amazed, a genuine sort of attention delivered as he speaks and honestly it feels good to be heard. “Congrats! I hope you get the job,” the other man says happily, phone long forgotten in his lap. “Can I ask what your degree was for?”
Kevin hums, picking at the hem of his shirt. He’s always been nervous to talk about himself in front of other people. “I graduated with my Bachelor of Design from Ryerson in Toronto, and I’m hoping to go back in a few years, maybe, to complete my Master’s.”
“I’ve heard good things about Ryerson with their Arts programs, you must be really talented,” the stranger praises quietly, clearly impressed. “I’m not sure Mood will be able to turn you away.”
Kevin snorts a laugh, stretching out his legs. “I hope not, I want them to know they’ve got someone good.”
They both fall quiet for a moment in the back seat, Kevin turning to watch the streets of the city pass them by. It feels weird to wish their conversation never had to end already, but he can’t help but be drawn to someone who clearly recognizes the effort he’s put in to get where he is now. No one else has sounded so… Proud. Not of him, never.
And it’s with the sad realization as the cab slows to a crawl that his destination is near.
He’s digging his wallet out of his back pocket to pay the driver when he’s shocked by the other man waving it off. “I’ll pay you double, remember?” he reminds, turning to give Kevin a blinding smile. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got it covered. Use it to buy yourself a treat after you get the job, yeah?”
Kevin fumbles for some sort of explanation even as his mind comes up blank and he’s nodding. Eventually he really has to go, so he moves to excuse himself from the waiting cab only to be stopped once more by a gentle hand on his wrist.
He follows the long line of the stranger’s arm up past a defined chest and stops only on those kind eyes.
“This is for just in case, alright? If things don’t go well,” the stranger says pointedly, handing out a business card. Kevin blinks once, twice, before he takes the proffered card and backs out of the seat with a stilted goodbye.
It weighs heavy in his hand as he turns and faces the building of his dreams, as he hears the cab pull away from the curb.
He can unpack that weirdness later.
Business card forgotten in his pocket, he straightens his shoulders and makes his way into Mood with just under five minutes to spare.
————
It’s not until much later that Kevin is dragging himself out of the front doors and the sun is threatening to set behind the towering buildings of the Manhattan skyline. But… there’s a smile on his face and even though he’s exhausted, he’s happy.
He got the job.
Working — working! not even interning! — at a place as renowned as Mood is a gift from the gods. He’s going to make a name for himself in the big city, save his pennies and make his way back for his next round of studying to cement himself in the industry.
But for now, he needs about a gallon of coffee and a snack.
There’s a coffee shop just down the street and he’s booking it like a mad man as his stomach rumbles pitifully. All he can smell is the scent of coffee in the air and he is dying to get his hands on it.
He’s pulling his wallet out to pay when his fingers brush against something deep in his pocket. A shadow of a memory crosses his mind, the handsome stranger from the cab. The business card reminds him of the stranger’s words, if things don’t go well—
But what if they went well? Maybe… maybe he can still entertain the idea of whatever it is that went on.
If he’s honest though, he doesn’t know what to expect. Was he being solicited the whole time? He’s pretty sure he’s seen a show like that recently, a sexy man hunting down the unfortunate and offering them… something.
Offering a smile to the sweet girl behind the counter, he takes his coffee and randomly purchased pastry to one of the seats by the window. Flipping the card around and around in his hand, he wonders.
Is it a sign of fate? He doesn’t really believe in fate, but if it’s going to land him a sexy man in his bed, maybe he can believe a little.
Mind made up, he flips the card over once more and eyes the number etched into the thick paper.
It doesn’t really give away any information that he knows, although the name of the company the stranger — Lee Sangyeon, apparently — works for does ping in his mind weirdly. He shrugs it off and throws caution to the wind, dialing the number as he sips his coffee.
“Thank you for calling the offices at Omnicom Media Group, do you have an appointment today?”
The receptionist answering the phone throws him for a loop for a moment. Shit, what is he supposed to say?
“Uh, no, I don’t have an appointment. I’m an… acquaintance of Lee Sangyeon? He gave me his business card today during a meeting and asked me to call,” Kevin bullshits lamely, hoping his name dropping gets him further than a quick dismissal.
There’s the sound of a keyboard clicking for a moment as the woman hums pleasantly. “Mr. Lee will be back in his office shortly, if you would like I can leave a name and number and have him reach out to you?”
Kevin sighs— that won’t work. He, like the dolt he is, didn’t offer any information about himself of importance.
“I can just— I can call back whenever Mr. Lee is free, if that’s okay? Do you have a ballpark time?” he tries, twisting his cup around in his hands for something to do.
“His meeting should be finishing up in about twenty minutes and he isn’t scheduled for another until 2pm,” the receptionist recites happily. Cool, he’s got about two hours. “If there’s anything else I can do for you…?”
He declines politely and the call drops with that. Well, guess he’s trying again in like… thirty minutes. Nice.
————
It’s not until he’s halfway home on the subway that he remembers he was supposed to call again. Squinting at the clock on his phone, he’s got less than 30 minutes before Sangyeon’s next meeting starts.
Why things keep happening in 30 minute limitations, Kevin doesn’t know.
Dialing the number again leads him to the same receptionist, voice just as cheery and lilting as the last call and she’s more than happy to transfer his call. The ringing echoes in his ear for a moment or two before that heady voice from much earlier in the day answers.
“Hello?” Sangyeon says, the sound of something in the background that Kevin can’t quite pick up.
He swallows nervously before he replies. He hopes this works out in his favor.
“Hi,” he breathes. “It’s, uh, Kevin. From the cab, this morning? You gave me your card…”
There’s a quiet noise of surprise on the other end and whatever Sangyeon was doing halts. “Ah, Kevin! I didn’t think you would call, I thought for sure you would ace it.”
He smiles to himself as the subway rolls into his stop. Ducking between other exhausted city-goers, he clutches his phone tightly.
“Well, that’s the thing. I did get the job, but part of me just… I really wanted to call, to thank you for the confidence. And the cab money.” Kevin ends up saying, embarrassing himself for life.
Why is he like this? Maybe he should have just taken it as what it was, a chance meeting…
“You got it? That’s amazing! And I told you not to worry about that, it was the least I could do,” Sangyeon laughs.
Man, that’s a nice laugh. Kevin really likes listening to it. “As for wanting to call… I’m glad you did, it was nice to talk to you and I was partly hoping you would have a reason. Not that I was wishing anything bad, but… Yeah.”
Sangyeon’s rambling is adorable in all of the best ways. He’s letting himself into his tiny apartment as he listens to Sangyeon talk and he can’t help but think of how warm his voice is.
“Funny, because I was trying to come up with an excuse to call you. All I did was ramble about my degree! I didn’t even know who you were or what you do,” Kevin muses, flirting just a little. He never saw a ring.
Shucking his shoes and his coat, he’s heading into the kitchen when Sangyeon hums in response to his statement. “Well, what do you say to dinner? My treat, of course, and you can learn whatever your heart desires.”
Son of a bitch. He didn’t read the signs wrong.
“Holy shit,” Kevin blurts dumbly, knocking into the counter. Sangyeon makes a vague noise of confusion across the line, but Kevin is interrupting him before he can really say anything. “That’s a firm yes, by the way. I would love to have dinner with you.”
“Good,” Sangyeon remarks happily. “I’ll text you the details, unfortunately I have another meeting to get to… Enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Kevin.”
And with that, the line goes quiet.
He’s got a date with one of the hottest guys in the city. What the fuck.
————
How does dinner at Crown Shy on Friday sound? I can pick you up at 6.
It’s Friday and it’s a quarter ’til 5 and Kevin is panicking. Only a little though. But he doesn’t know what to wear.
Upon looking at the website for Crown Shy and reading reviews, it’s nice. It’s not the finest of dining, he’s pretty sure if he’s not in a four piece suit he’s not going to get thrown out, but still. He needs to look his best.
And it doesn’t help that he knows Sangyeon is going to look good. He’s an expensive man — who Kevin learns is approximately 14 years his senior — and it just adds to the stress.
Eventually he settles on a soft cream colored sweater and his nicest jeans, just in time for his phone to buzz with a text. Oh god, it’s time.
I’ll be right down, he texts back, checking himself in the mirror one last time. He looks good.
Hopefully Sangyeon thinks so too.
Leaning against the passenger side door of a sleek Audi is the man of the hour and holy shit does he look good in dressed down suit attire.
Dressed down is a bit of a stretch considering all he’s done is shuck the tie and roll up the sleeves of his button up, but still. Kevin’s a bit weak in the knees when he approaches, flush on his cheeks.
“Hi,” he whispers, smiling at the devilishly handsome man holding the door open for him. Fuck. Maybe dating older isn’t so bad if the finer things in life come free. “You look… really good.”
Sangyeon grins, not so subtly eyeing him up in return. Kevin knows these jeans hug his ass in the best way so Sangyeon is sure to get an eyeful.
“And you look even better, although I expected nothing less from someone in the fashion industry,” Sangyeon retorts, sliding into the driver's seat with ease.
He’s practically blushing like a virgin from the compliment as he settles into the plush seats. Damn this is a comfortable car. He can’t even stop himself from rubbing his hands appreciatively against the seats.
“I’m actually really happy you agreed to have dinner with me,” Sangyeon comments as the car purrs to life. “There was just something about you, that morning in the cab… I couldn’t help myself but be interested.”
Oh god, he might cry. “My first thought when I saw you was how attractive you were,” Kevin admits sheepishly. “But then you were so nice, even though I didn’t offer much—”
“Hush, don’t say that,” Sangyeon chides, a smooth hand falling to rest on his thigh. He tries not to twitch. “I asked questions and you answered them, that’s okay. There’s plenty of time to ask your own.”
The constant reassurance is enough to help him understand that their companionship isn’t one sided at all. The age gap doesn’t really bother him, surprisingly. They just seem to fit together, although that could be the weird, borderline sexual tension.
Maybe Kevin is making that last part up on behalf of himself.
Sangyeon drops him off at the entrance to the restaurant and tells him to head inside while he parks, and Kevin feels a little bit like some sort of high society man when he walks inside to the warmly lit interior. The host greets him warmly as he asks for their name and Kevin assumes it’s under Sangyeon’s, so he mumbles it uncertainly.
Evidently he was correct and he’s led towards the back into a quiet little corner all by himself. It’s peaceful and lovely and honestly, he doesn’t even care that this place smells like the picture perfect fancy restaurant.
Sangyeon emerges from the front of the restaurant shortly thereafter, nodding towards the host in greeting as he makes a beeline for his table. Kevin feels so lucky to be here with this man.
“This is one of my favorite places,” Sangyeon sighs happily as he slides into the seat across from him. “Order whatever you want, Kevin, I’ll take care of it all.”
Kevin sighs dreamily as he makes eyes at Sangyeon from across the table. “I’m really glad we climbed into that taxi together,” he admits. “It’s not even about the dinner, it’s just… I think we can get along really well.”
Sangyeon’s eyes crinkle when he smiles really brightly and Kevin knows he could fall in love with a smile like that.
“Tell me about yourself,” is what Sangyeon says, ignoring the menu face down on the table. Kevin starts a dramatic retelling of his entire life, only pausing briefly when a waiter drops by to give his wine order, and through it all, Sangyeon is listening intently.
His birth in Gwangju, his childhood in Vancouver and his college years in Toronto, shared with a best friend and too many nights high as a kite. Sangyeon laughs at his silly jokes, at his crazy stories and his heartwarming anecdotes and Kevin has never felt more heard in his life.
Eventually, long after the waiter had come back and collected their order, Kevin turns the conversation around. He props his chin up on his hand and leans forward as Sangyeon talks about his own life. He learns that Sangyeon is turning 41 this year, in comparison to his own 25 years, and is one of the youngest higher-ups in his company.
He lived most of his life in Seoul and even graduated from a prestigious university with a degree in business and advertising. Moving to Manhattan was as terrifying as it was exciting for him as his parents and loved ones stayed behind in Seoul while he left to better himself.
He’s told silly stories of Sangyeon’s adolescence spent terrorizing the quiet streets of his home, a time before many of the niceties Kevin grew up with became commonplace.
He will admit, however, that there’s something adorable about the way Sangyeon fondly remembers his first VCR and his older brother’s favorite record player.
By the time their food arrives — which looks delicious — Kevin thinks he’s fallen more than a little bit in love.
Sangyeon is everything he never knew he was looking for, dependable and sweet and kind and silly. He’s perfectly poised and absolutely insane. The contrasting parts of his personality only serve to have him choking back tears from laughter and he feels like he’s complimented so well from his own personality.
Kevin really hopes this can last.
Dinner tastes delicious too. “This is… insanely good,” Kevin moans around a mouthful. “Fuck, I could eat this everyday.”
And Sangyeon just gazes at him with charming eyes through the whole thing.
“Wanna split dessert?” he asks later, head cocked to the side in a way that’s much too cute. He looks so much younger now as he loosens up and relaxes in Kevin’s presence. “Their strawberry tart is to die for.”
It’s easy to agree with the prospect of sharing with his handsome date. Soon enough, they are doing just that as their spoons dig in and happy sighs echo around them in their enjoyment. Sangyeon even lets Kevin have the last bite, pushing his spoon towards Kevin’s thin lips.
He’s had the best time and he wishes it didn’t have to end.
“This won’t be the last time I take you out,” Sangyeon promises as he hands over his card without even looking. “I had an amazing time with you tonight…”
Kevin leans forward across the table and smiles ever so sweetly, “I had a good time too. I feel obligated to say it because of how much I don’t want the night to end, but… if you want to come up when we get back to mine, the offer is there.”
Sangyeon’s eyes flash so briefly he nearly misses it. “Maybe next time,” he reassures. “As much as I want to, I wanna do this right.”
Kevin only pouts a little at that. He knows Sangyeon is right.
“Shall we?” Sangyeon hums, holding his hand out for Kevin to take. They leave the restaurant hand in hand and Kevin sticks primly by Sangyeon’s side as they walk towards the small parking garage just a few blocks away.
He’s so happy.
The drive home is quiet and not nearly long enough for the weight of Sangyeon’s hand on his thigh to feel like anything less than a tease. True to his words, Sangyeon doesn’t come up when Kevin climbs the stairs. He does, however, lean in and gives Kevin the sweetest kiss right on his cheek.
By the time Kevin is falling into bed, fresh out of the shower, he’s still smiling like a fool. Silly little texts ping his phone as Sangyeon readies himself for bed and Kevin thinks — hopes — he’s found the one.
————
Something beautiful starts to bloom in their slowly growing relationship.
They go on many dates and never once does Sangyeon take up the offer to stay over, not yet when they remain so unnamed in their experience. Kevin is eager to change that. He wants the official title of being Sangyeon’s partner, there’s nothing more he could ask for.
So he sets about making it a reality. Waving goodbye to his coworkers, he’s stepping out onto the wind-bitten city streets and booking it towards the subway. One stop in has him grabbing take out from one of their favorite restaurants and a bottle of wine from the convenience store nearby.
Back on the subway, he’s heading south this time. Down towards Sangyeon’s job.
It’s just shy of lunchtime and Sangyeon’s schedule is supposed to be clear for the rest of the day so it’s time for him to make an appearance.
Friday afternoon, the sun is shining even if it’s terribly cold, and Kevin is looking up at the building with a sparkle in his eye. The sweet receptionist from that phone call so long ago smiles warmly at him and he learns that Bora was made aware of his existence in case he ever dropped by.
Riding the elevator with his bags in hand, he’s excited. Nervous, but excited. He’s never visited Sangyeon at his work like this.
Something new for them to add on to their list.
He steps off the elevator and follows Bora’s instructions, stopping in front of a shut tight door that holds his love behind it.
A deep breath. A knock. The waiting game.
Sangyeon’s puzzled face morphs into happiness nearly immediately after the door swings open. Kevin’s wearing his own smile, holding up his spoils.
“Have a lunch date with me, baby?” Kevin grins, letting himself in and glancing around at the office.
He can see bits of Sangyeon etched in the decor, in the classic wood desk and towering bookshelves. He’s giggling at the vintage record player on one shelf, sinking into a plush chair just across from Sangyeon’s desk.
“Nice set up you’ve got here,” Kevin teases, unpacking their generous lunch. Sangyeon just rolls his eyes and settles back at his desk, closing his laptop in a way that leaves Kevin feeling warm. “It feels like you.”
Sangyeon laughs, cracks open the bottle of wine and takes a swig. He forgot to bring glasses, but that works too. “I would hope so considering I helped design it.”
That earns a perfectly arched eyebrow from Kevin and another cursory glance around the room. Looking closer, he really does think the room looks and feels like Sangyeon. His energy is breathed into every single item placed so meticulously that it had to work.
“I'm not just a silly old man with no taste,” Sangyeon gripes, teasing as ever as he swallows down a hearty bite.
Kevin knows he’s joking. They’ve had many serious conversations since the first night, discussing the way their age gap affects their relationship. He knows it doesn’t mean anything, that even though Kevin grew up with a PSP in his hands and a Nintendo DS on the charger, Sangyeon didn’t. None of that matters because why should it?
They get along and agree on most things and the things they don’t, they laugh it off. It’s fun, it’s silly, and it’s never that serious.
He’s halfway through his lunch when he remembers exactly why he’s here.
“Sangyeon,” Kevin starts, putting his fork down with a clattering noise. “We’ve gone on quite a few dates now and maybe I’m speaking for myself here, but… I’ve had a wonderful time dating you.”
His partner’s mouth opens as if to speak but Kevin barrels on, “And I would very much like to keep having a wonderful time dating you,” he whispers shyly. “I want to— I want it to mean something.”
Sangyeon ducks his head, trying in vain to hide a smile. “I was hoping you would bring it up,” he laughs, pushing off from the desk. He’s moving closer now, ever closer to where Kevin is clenching his hands in anticipation. “I wanted you to be the one who decided to make it official, for you to be in control. I wanted you to know that I was willing to wait for you to get to that point.”
Kevin can’t stop the noise that escapes him when Sangyeon bends down and captures his lips in a tender kiss. His hands come up of their own accord and wrap around Sangyeon’s waist as he sighs into the kiss with a smile tainting his brain.
“You’re too good for me,” Kevin whispers against Sangyeon’s lips. He doesn’t want to let him go yet. “Thank you for everything.”
“No need to thank me for anything,” Sangyeon promises, giving him another quick, wine tinted kiss.
Sangyeon ends up leaving early that afternoon, driving himself and Kevin to his home high up in one of the towering buildings. It’s beautifully decorated with plants and knick knacks that mean the world to Sangyeon, but Kevin doesn’t really get the time to take it all in.
Not this time. He’s dragged into a rapidly spiraling kiss, arousal pooling low in his gut as Sangyeon gets his hands on his body and whispers quiet praise against his lips.
After so many dates of nothing obscene, being showered in so much targeted attention feels overwhelming in all of the best ways. Like this is truly special for them.
Kevin tumbled into Sangyeon’s bed as the sun bathes the room in a warm, orange glow and he lets his lover take him apart time and time again through the evening. He’s not afraid of falling, of being left to salvage the broken pieces, because Sangyeon puts him back together with the little pieces of himself that makes Kevin’s heart burst.
He’s never been so happy in his life.
————
When it comes to meeting the parents, Kevin’s never really known what to expect. When’s the best time to introduce a love interest?
He’s almost positive Sangyeon isn’t going to leave him— hell, he’s practically moved himself into Sangyeon’s high rise condo and he’s already been whisked away on a brief vacation to his lake house.
His boyfriend has a lake house.
But now, things are clearly serious and he’s met Sangyeon’s father… So when does he bring Sangyeon home to his parents?
“When are you coming back to visit your dear mother, Hyungseo? We miss you.”
Apparently… soon? Getting the voicemail feels like the timing couldn’t have been any more convenient. He’s on his way to lunch, dodging pushy people, when he missed the call.
He’s hesitant to bring up that he wants to bring Sangyeon. If he mentions it, his parents are going to go absolutely insane with their preparations, as if he’s bringing home his arranged marriage-husband.
Neither of them want to go through that.
So he’s decided to go in blind. Well, he will when Sangyeon agrees. If he agrees, of course. He’s allowed to say no!
When he brings it up to Sangyeon, though, he’s met with enthusiasm.
“My mom’s been wanting me to visit for a while,” Kevin mumbles one night, over dinner shared across the table in Sangyeon’s apartment. “I’m thinking of going back for a couple days.”
Sangyeon hums, pushing another piece of meat onto Kevin’s plate. His chest swells with happiness at the act of care shown so quietly but open. “I’m sure you’ll have a good time! You should see your mom, I’m sure she misses you.”
Kevin pouts, “Well… I’m hoping you’ll come with me?”
There’s a pause, Sangyeon freezing with a piece of meat halfway to his lips. “You want me to come?”
“Only if you want to… I really like you and I think it’s going to last. Well, I want it to, at least,” Kevin mumbles shyly. “Mom would love you.”
It’s quiet. A whispered confession and a brazen request.
“Okay,” Sangyeon says. Like it’s easy. And maybe it is easy, maybe it doesn’t have to be hard… “I’d love to come with you.”
And so, it’s settled. Sangyeon and Kevin are leaving Thursday and he’s due to spend 3 days with his love at his family home just outside of the city.
* * *
The initial meeting with his mom goes well. Kevin’s dad is still at work, but he called and said he was coming home early.
Sangyeon loves his mom and she loves him like her own child already.
Kevin already feels a little bit forgotten.
Halfway through a quick snack and a lively discussion on the couch, the doorknob twists. The front entrance creaks open slowly and his father is already talking, “Boss-man left early, so once I finished my project for the day, I was heading out…”
A confused swear, the stumble over the rug at the doorway and the silence. Kevin is confused and when he turns his head and sees the sight of his father staring wide eyed at his boyfriend, it gets even more confusing.
Sangyeon has a matching expression of confused terror and honestly, Kevin is just wondering when the hell someone is going to say something.
“Uh…” Kevin’s father starts, eloquent. His mouth opens and closes twice like a fish out of water before he sighs, breathes in deep once again and just slumps. “Well I see why you left early.”
Kevin blinks, looking back and forth between his father and Sangyeon. “No way,” he whispers, heat crawling up his cheeks. “I thought your building name was familiar.”
His father just sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sangyeon at least has the nerve to look sheepish, standing purely to duck his head in greeting. “Can’t believe this,” Kevin’s father mumbles as he walks away. His voice only gets quieter as he enters the kitchen, barely a whisper to be heard, “Gonna have to call my boss son…”
Sangyeon snorts, settling back down amongst the cushions and tugging Kevin’s hands in his lap. They sit there for a moment in silence and it’s only then that he realizes his mother had left at some point too.
“At least we know my dad likes you already,” he offers comfortingly. “He always talked about how fun and dorky his boss is.”