My Little Prince

[2]

Kavin watched as Thyme put Julien to bed, whispering softy to the little boy and giving him a kiss on the forehead. He had a lot of questions for Thyme --- questions he didn't know he wanted the answers to. As much as Kavin wanted to call himself Thyme's friend, he wasn't -- not anymore after what happened between them.

Kavin closed his eyes as he leant against the wall, listening to Thyme tell Julien a bedtime story --- The Little Prince, in the original French translation.

He recalled the last time he saw Thyme.

"What?" Kavin muttered, as Thyme turned to stare at him from the top of his glass.

"I saw you with Yuki."

Kavin raised an eyebrow and sipped his own drink. "So?"

"I thought you were done dating your father's leftovers." Thyme had an accusatory tone in his voice.

Kavin downed the rest of drink. "What's it to you? You've been pretty busy with with Gorya and Ren. How the hell do you even have time to think about my lovelife?" Kavin reached for the bottle of wine on the table and felt Thyme grab his wrist.

"She's not a good fit."

Kavin ripped his arm away sharply and glared at Thyme. "That's rich, coming from you."

"Gorya isn't—" like the others.

"Yes, she is," Kavin interrupted roughly. "She will never deserve you."

Thyme was silent for a few minutes. Kavin continued drinking until his head felt fuzzy and light.

"Who deserves me, then?" Thyme asked Kavin finally, fingers clenching and unclenching on the white tablecloth. "You?"

Kavin ignored him, and the feeling of heaviness settling in his chest.

"Kavin. Look at me."

Thyme reached for Kavin's chin and gently turned his face towards him. "Who deserves me, K?"

Don't tempt me, Thyme.

"Answer me," Thyme pressed, their breaths mingling at how close they were to each other.

Kavin bit his lip as he tossed the glass he was holding to the carpeted floor, dark red wine spilling across the expanse of white. He could blame his actions on the alcohol later, when he was sober. Kavin surged forward and captured Thyme's lips in a rough kiss, one hand coming up Thyme's neck to tug him closer.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Kavin's eyes snapped open. Thyme was standing in front of him, suit jacket gone, collar unbuttoned.

"My thoughts are definitely worth more than a penny."

Thyme rolled his eyes and closed the door to Julien's room, taking one more look at his sleeping son before motioning for Kavin to follow him. "How have you been?"

"Same old, same old," Kavin replied absently, looking around Thyme's study. This penthouse was new or at the very least secreted from F4; Thyme had never brought them here before he left. "Is this your love nest with Gorya?"

"No," Thyme replied, pouring them both a glass of whiskey. "I bought it before we moved back." He offered one to Kavin.

"Oh," Kavin said quietly, taking the glass. "You're staying for good then." Thyme nodded, eyes following Kavin as he wandered around the room, looking at the pictures of Julien on Thyme's desk. "He's adorable."

"He likes you."

"Kids at that age like everyone. He's what? Two?"

"In a month." Thyme confirmed, sipping his drink. "And he hates everyone. We've only been back a few weeks and that was his third nanny."

"So, he's got taste then." Kavin smirked over the rim of his glass, tipping it towards Thyme.

"He gets it from his father."

Touché.

Kavin sat down on the leather couch and crossed one leg over the other, gaze darkening as he looked at Thyme. "So was I, then?" He leaned back, arms thrown over the back of the couch, "Your taste?"

"You knew exactly what you were, K."

Kavin rolled his eyes and looked away. "You still chose Gorya."

"I did." Thyme approached him and set his glass down on the wooden coffee table, ending up standing directly in front of Kavin. There were a lot of emotions in that statement, loaded with the series of choices Thyme regretted with every passing day they spent in Paris. Not even the birth of his beloved son could hide the fact that he was in love with someone else. That his wife was in love with someone else.

Gorya made it known that she believed in whole soulmates bullshit --- and that Ren was hers. But she loved Thyme, and chose him. At least that's what the heir believed. It's easier to believe someone else's lie when you have your own to worry about.

"Do you regret it?"

Thyme sighed and lied down on the couch, planting his head in Kavin's lap. He let his fingers play with the edge of Kavin's shirt, fingertips skimming the pale skin of his abdomen. "I don't."

"Because of Julien?"

"Because of Julien."

Kavin lifted a hand with a sigh, pausing in the air before pushing a curly lock of hair behind Thyme's ear.