Destiny, some people believe in her, some people don't. For Korn and Knock, the hidden power that controls what will happen in the future is already hard at work and predetermined.
This Goddess of Kismet proves herself to be unstoppable. An in...
Korn moaned and threw his arm across his face, his inner elbow shaded his eyes.
When he looked back to see Korn, his entire left half was bare, the white sheet that covered him went up his middle and ended just below his pectoral muscles. His hair was spread out on the pillow. Korn's naked leg, half stuck off the bed, the other one, under the sheet, was bent at the knee and spread from it.
It was only a few hours ago that they'd gone to sleep. They were fresh from the water just off the edge of the boat. The pair swam away the sweat and the sticky mess they'd made of each other in the hours before. When they finally did close their eyes, they were exhausted and the morning sun was already making itself known on the horizon.
The empty bottle of wine they'd shared and the glasses they drank from the night before were on the floor. Korn's underwear was hanging on the knob of the closet door. They'd been there, unmoving, since the first night when Korn dropped anchor in the harbour with Bangkok in the distance.
Knock had no idea where his were, the last time he saw them they were between Korn's teeth as he chased him around the deck of the sailboat. He kept insisting and telling Knock that he didn't need them on this trip. Days and days later, their whereabouts remained a mystery.
"It's too early Knock, come back to bed."
"Sleep Korn, I'll have tea and sit here on the deck. You must be tired, get some rest."
Knock went back down the steps and kissed his half dozed love. Korn reached and closed him in his arms. He tried to wrestle him back in the bed.
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Escaping his hold was easy, he was tired and he didn't have the strength to fight. Knock closed the small doors behind him and the dark fell back over Korn.
The sun was warm, the sea was calm. The tea was hot, and Knock, on the twelfth day of their trip, finally found the time to read the letter Yihwa had given him, just short of two weeks ago.
Up until this very moment, he'd almost been afraid to leave Korn's side. He wanted to touch him or at the least, see him every second of this love voyage.
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