kyungsoo with daughter from ex-girlfriend and then he meets jongin pt ii
"hey, don't be like that. appa will see you tomorrow morning, alright?"
"i love you, too," soomin says, hurriedly before his mother's voice cuts clear through the room. "she's gone to her room." pause. "i'm not going to waste my breath, kyungsoo. you know what i'm going to say."
"i'm /really/ sorry," kyungsoo tears his gaze away from his screen and picks up the receiver. "mom, you know i cannot choose--"
"i'll see you tomorrow, morning," mrs do says, cutting him short. "don't work too hard, dear. get home, soon."
"see you, mom. love you." kyungsoo scribbles 'bring soomin to pancake place' on a sticky note and smiles to himself when his mother hangs up.
it's going to be a long night.
midnight. it's cold at this time of the year, the air is stiff around him and it hurts his nose when he inhales. lightly stomping his feet to generate some heat, kyungsoo waits for the elevator to his apartment, checking his mobile phone for any incoming emails before he remembers that he's home now; work can wait tomorrow.
"hey, wait!" someone yells, just as the elevator doors start to close. kyungsoo jabs at the 'open' button and is greeted by another man, looking around his age, rushing into the lift. he leans against the walls of the elevator and raises a hand in gratitude towards kyungsoo. "thanks!"
kyungsoo smiles and nods towards the buttons. "ninth floor, too?" he doesn't recall seeing the man around, but then again, he's rarely home these days. he has heard of several new tenants to their block from the building's management, though, so he isn't surprised if this is one of his new neighbours.
"that's right," the man nods. he loosens his tie and rubs at his neck, clearly exhausted.
it's quiet, then, kyungsoo thinking of his daughter (or rather.. hoping that she's forgotten all about today's incident and would greet him happily when he picks her up tomorrow morning) and he doesn't realise that the stranger follows him all the way to the end of the floor, where he stays.
"oh, we're next door neighbours!" the man says, grinning at kyungsoo who turns to look at him in confusion for a while. kyungsoo stares at the bunch of keys in the man's hand and then he realises. "i just moved in last week... i'm kim jongin!" he holds out a hand.
"kyungsoo... do kyungsoo," kyungsoo says, shaking jongin's hand. he offers jongin a smile. "i should have known... i thought i saw the lights on a few days ago but i have forgotten all about the last guy who lived here. i think his name was chanyeol or something... drummer.." he gestures wildly in the air because he doesn't remember what his ex-neighbour does. jongin laughs.
"park chanyeol," jongin confirms, nodding. "he just sold this unit to me since he's going to live with his girlfriend... he was my friend in uni. you live alone?"
"i love you, too," soomin says, hurriedly before his mother's voice cuts clear through the room. "she's gone to her room." pause. "i'm not going to waste my breath, kyungsoo. you know what i'm going to say."
"i'm /really/ sorry," kyungsoo tears his gaze away from his screen and picks up the receiver. "mom, you know i cannot choose--"
"i'll see you tomorrow, morning," mrs do says, cutting him short. "don't work too hard, dear. get home, soon."
"see you, mom. love you." kyungsoo scribbles 'bring soomin to pancake place' on a sticky note and smiles to himself when his mother hangs up.
it's going to be a long night.
midnight. it's cold at this time of the year, the air is stiff around him and it hurts his nose when he inhales. lightly stomping his feet to generate some heat, kyungsoo waits for the elevator to his apartment, checking his mobile phone for any incoming emails before he remembers that he's home now; work can wait tomorrow.
"hey, wait!" someone yells, just as the elevator doors start to close. kyungsoo jabs at the 'open' button and is greeted by another man, looking around his age, rushing into the lift. he leans against the walls of the elevator and raises a hand in gratitude towards kyungsoo. "thanks!"
kyungsoo smiles and nods towards the buttons. "ninth floor, too?" he doesn't recall seeing the man around, but then again, he's rarely home these days. he has heard of several new tenants to their block from the building's management, though, so he isn't surprised if this is one of his new neighbours.
"that's right," the man nods. he loosens his tie and rubs at his neck, clearly exhausted.
it's quiet, then, kyungsoo thinking of his daughter (or rather.. hoping that she's forgotten all about today's incident and would greet him happily when he picks her up tomorrow morning) and he doesn't realise that the stranger follows him all the way to the end of the floor, where he stays.
"oh, we're next door neighbours!" the man says, grinning at kyungsoo who turns to look at him in confusion for a while. kyungsoo stares at the bunch of keys in the man's hand and then he realises. "i just moved in last week... i'm kim jongin!" he holds out a hand.
"kyungsoo... do kyungsoo," kyungsoo says, shaking jongin's hand. he offers jongin a smile. "i should have known... i thought i saw the lights on a few days ago but i have forgotten all about the last guy who lived here. i think his name was chanyeol or something... drummer.." he gestures wildly in the air because he doesn't remember what his ex-neighbour does. jongin laughs.
"park chanyeol," jongin confirms, nodding. "he just sold this unit to me since he's going to live with his girlfriend... he was my friend in uni. you live alone?"