Fanfiction: Know You All Over Again; Chapter 16

Summary:
It had been a while since Korn finally moved out of their shared flat. Knock knew that it was the right decision after everything that happened.
And he was fine. Honestly, he was doing good. He didn’t miss the other man at all. Not one tiny bit… Honestly, not at all…

Couple:
Korn/Knock (Bad Romance, Together With Me; Max/Tul)

Word Count:
66103

Language:
English

Status:
Completed

Know You All Over Again: Chapter Sixteen

“How are you feeling?” I hear his naked footsteps on the floor and get up from the couch. But instead of a smile I am just greeted by a grumpy face. His pout is still so visible on his face and I know he is still mad at me for yesterday. But what else could I have done?

Without a word he marches over to the fridge and gets himself something to drink. I am grabbing his medication that is still laying on the living room table and hold them up.

“Don’t forget these, babe.” I say trying to sound as cheerful and normal as I can. But one look into his frowning face tells me that this is not going to go away just like this.

“Knock…” I plea with him, but I am still just greeted by silence. He just comes over and takes his medication out of my hand before he disappears again into the bedroom. The way he shuts the door just this tiny bit too loudly tells me he is still very much pissed at me.

I sigh and get up. Old Korn might have jumped on the pissy train and just started to argue back with him. Because I honestly didn’t do anything wrong to deserve this kind of treatment. But the new me is trying to be understanding. Is trying to communicate better as this was clearly one of our weak spots in the past.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I wanted nothing more yesterday night then just devour him whole. He is still the most attractive man on this planet and I am sure he doesn’t even know what kind of a spell he has over me. Just seeing his puppy dog eyes and this tiny smirk on his lips is making me go crazy. Like literally go crazy. He can make me loose my mind in a second. He always was my biggest weakness.

But I promised him something. And I really don’t want to start our second chance with broken promiseses. It just didnt feel right whatsoever. But instead of being rewarded for being able to keep it in my pants, just like I promised I would, I am getting the cold shoulder treatment. This is just not fair, I grumble to myself.

Time to change that…

I am barging into the bedroom without even knocking. I don’t see the point. He would just pretend to not hear it anyway. Knock just sits on our bed, fiddling with his phone. I noticed recently how much he actually uses his phone as a distraction when he is feeling vulnerable or upset. I sigh lowly to myself and sit down next to him. His eyes are still firmly glued to the tiny screen in front of him.

“Babe…” I wisper quietly.

His eyes are darting quickly to the side, before he concentrates once more onto his game. I just scoot a bit closer and we are finally touching. I lie my head down onto his shoulder and close my eyes for a second. I will never get sick of being close to him. Not in a million years. Even if he is pouting as adorably as he is right now.

“Knock. Can we talk about this?” I ask him and to my surprise he lays his phone to the side, showing me that he is indeed willing to have this conversation.

“Why are you so upset with me?”

My head is still laying comfortable on his shoulder and my hand finds its way to his. He let everything happen. The silence that follows is longer then I wished for. But I will have patience. Patience with the man I love more then myself.

“You normally never not want me…” His voice is so small, but I can still here the pouting in every word. It’s so hard not to just squeeze his cheeks right now and just kiss him senseless.

“I mean, there is always this one thing I can rely on. It doesn’t matter how bad things are… You are always horny…” He says while fiddling with his toes. Now I really can’t stop myself from letting out a small laugh.

“You know that I am not just interested in your body, right?” I nudge him with my shoulder and he falls a bit to the side. With a glance I can see that a small smile is finally appearing on his face. It warms me up inside.

“As if you ever were interested in anything else.” He mumbles under his breath while getting back into a sitting position.

“Oh, I love so many other things about you.” I sneak my arm around his shoulder and push him into a lying position, with his head in my lap. I am just gently wiping a couple of loose hair strands out of his eyes, while he just looks up to me with these huge brown orbs. I can feel my breath hitching for a second. He is so beautiful.

“So what do you love about me then?” He asks with a tiny side smirk that is making me feel even more hot under the collar. But all I do is just caress his cheek, his lips, his neck.

“I love your humour. You always can make me laugh. It doesn’t matter how bad things are. You can always cheer me up.” I say with a soft voice while he is observing me closely.

For some reason I almost feel naked under his stare and so I let my eyes just drift through the room while thinking about everything about him that makes my heart sing…

“You are loyal almost to a fault. You are friendly and open. You can make anyone feel welcome and you always are the first one willing to offer help to whoever needs it.”

I continue to stroke his skin and I can still feel his eyes on me. His breath is going quietly now, but I know he is listening intently.

“You are just such an amazing person. Everyone likes you. I honestly can’t think of anyone who doesn’t like you. You are just as beautiful inside as you are outside…”

Finally I look down and I can see some tears swimming in his eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I try to wipe away the tears that are threating to fall down the side of his face. But he just smiles up to me.

“You normally never say such things to me.” He says with a choked voice. “I sometimes felt like you were just concentrating on my faults and flaws. Hearing every day what you did all wrong again is hard, you know…”

He bows down his eyes and I can feel a lump in my throat. I know he is right. I lean down a bit and kiss his lips gently. There is nothing sexual in this kiss. It’s just full of apologise and promises to make it better in the future.

“I am so sorry, babe, for ever making you doubt yourself.” I whisper against his lips.

“It’s okay. We were both not very nice to each other…” He smiles again through his tears. “Let’s try to make it better this time.” I just can close my eyes and plant another gently kiss on his lips.

“I promise.” And with this I sit up again.

“And we are starting today!” I announce loudy.

“What do you mean?” Knock looks at me with a curious face.

“Come in, let’s get dressed. I want to take you somewhere.” I am helping him up but he still looks confused.

“Where are we going?” He asks, but I just push him out of the bed with gentle force.

“You will see, my love. You will see.” I smirk and get up myself. Time to get dressed, I guess.

The next hour is dominated by a curious Knock who constantly is trying to get some information out of me. But I am just keeping my lips shut. When we finally arrive at this tiny cafe Knock just knots his brows in even more confusion.

“So you are taking me for lunch? This is the big surprise?” He looks at me sceptical. “After being all this mysterious I really thought something huge is waiting for me.” I can just smile back at him.

If he just knew…

We are making our way inside and when I say my name to the waitress she brings us over to our table, where three people are already waiting for us. When Knock finally notices the people on our table, he just gapes at me with an open mouth.

“Surprise?” I laugh, suddenly unsure if this was really the great idea I thought it would be.

“Mum, dad… What are you doing here?”

Knock finally snaps out of his confusion and is hugging his parents tightly. I mirror him by going over to my own mother and hug her closely, before I sit down next to her. She smiles at me encouraginly and grabs my hand under the table. I let out a tiny sigh as it seems I didn’t notice just how stressed out I was about this meeting. But seeing Knock’s parents for the first time since we broke up is more then my nerves are able to handle it appears. But having mum on my side is already such a big help.

Knock finally sits down next to me and his eyes are still questioning everything that is going on right now.

“I just thought it was high time that we all sat down together and make all of this official.” I say with a some nerves in my voice. “I hope you don’t mind?” I add more quietly just directed at him.

“Not at all.” He practically beams at me and his eyes are glowing. He looks so perfect right now…

“So, we got the good news. You two are back together?” Knock’s mother breaks the moment between me and her son and we both look sheepishly over to her. I can just nod silently.

“I know we might not be the perfect couple. But I love him. I just can’t imagine my life without him.” He says proudly and I can feel my heart skip a beat.

“Son, no reason to explain. What happens between you two, stays between you two. And if you decide to give it another go, then your mum and me are both fine with that.” His father says with a smile and I so wish my own father had the same attitude. Or at least a similar one.

“I know, I fucked up…” I start.

“Korn! Don’t swear!” My mother is interfering and I feel like a scolded child.

“Sorry, mum.” I turn to her and bow slightly.

“As I said, I made a huge mistake, but I can promise you this will never happen again and I will try to make it up to your son every day until the day I die.” My words are the total truth and even though it still feels weird talking about my relationship with our parents, I know it has to be done. This time it has to be different. This time we have to make this work.

“You better do. Otherwise you will have me to answer to. I raised you better then that.” My mother chimed in from the side and even though the topic is not a laughing matter, her saying something supportive about my relationship is making me happier then I ever thought I could be. It is true. I am such a mama’s boy after all.

“Where is Lek by the way?” Knock’s mum asks and both me and my mum just look at each other silently.

“He…” I am starting to say, but again am interupted by my mum.

“He just needs some more time. It was a pretty big shock for him when he found out. But I am sure he will come around. He just needs some time.”

She smiles apologeticly and I can still feel the same sadness in my heart as the moment she told me he wouldn’t come to this lunch. I knew it was a long shot inviting him in the first place, but hearing him just point blank refusing to see his gay son and the strange family that corrupted his only male heir just really hurt.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my still free left hand that had been resting on the table until now. I turn my head and see Knock looking at me with loving and supportive eyes. His smile is just every so tiny, but it still makes me incredibly happy. As long as I have him, what else do I need. And if my father can’t accept that I am gay, what can I do…

The lunch is a fun affair after we finally got the awkward start out of the way. I was really afraid that Knock’s parents might be unhappy about our reconciliation. They knew after all why he broke up with me because I cheated.

But it seems that they are totally okay with us being back together. I always liked Knock’s parents. His mom is a clever and caring woman and his dad is so much like my playful, childish Knock, that it’s hard not to absolutely adore him. Knock clearly got the best parts of both his parents.

My mum is spending the whole lunch fireing more and more questions at Knock and me. How we met, how we fell in love… She wants to know everything. And whenever she takes a break to catch some breath, Knock’s mum just falls into her space of the conversation and continues the grilling further. One could think they are both part of the secret service, they are so thorough in their questioning.

“So these couple rings…” My mum suddenly comes up with. “When did you get them? They are really pretty.” She smiles at me and I can feel the heat rising in my face.

“Well… These are actually not just couple rings.” I say with a slightly lower voice and a side glance is telling me that Knock is watching me very closely.

I am sure he is expecting me to freak and tell god knows what lie to our parents, but I have no intention to do that whatsoever. This is a clear new start. I am not going to fuck up again.

I can see the questions in all the eyes on me and with a slight cough I straighten myself up.

“Actually these were engagement rings.” I finally announce and I can just pray that no one heard the little wobble in my voice. I want to be strong. But it’s just not that easy.

“Engagement rings?” Our mothers are gaping at us and Knock just rubs his neck in an adorable way that tells me he is not one hundred percent comfortable either.

“Yes. I asked Knock to marry me two years ago.” I continue and with my words the faces of our mothers are just falling even further.

“And you had the audacity to never tell us anything? You are such a bad son!” My mother declared loudly and my heart sinks a bit.

I knew that there was a possibility for her not to like the idea of me marrying a man, but deep down I so hoped she would be happy for me. But she doesn’t seem to be. I look over to Knock’s parents and they just mirror my mum’s face perfectly. My heart just falls further and further. I just squeeze Knock’s hand a bit tighter. I am not giving him up. I am never going to give this up.

“You both are so out of line.” Finally Knock’s father is filling the awkward silence. “What kind of sons would do something like this? I am so disappointed in you. In both of you.” He says with a strong voice and I can feel Knock just getting smaller and smaller in his seat next to me. Seeing him like this is worse then hearing these words from our parents.

“I am very sad that you feel that way. Because I love Knock and I will always love him. So there is nothing you can do about that.” I press out between gritted teeth before getting up, trying to drag Knock with me.

“Where are you thinking you are going?” My mother’s voice is making me fall back into my seat.

“I mean, you hid this huge thing for years from us. And now we find out you even made us miss out on your engagement. How is that fair? How can a son deprive his own mother from the joys of being the mother of the bride? Well, I guess it’s groom in this case…” Knock’s mother is laughing and in one clean sweep all my worries disappear.

“You are not mad because we got engaged?” Knock asks his mum with doubt in his voice.

“Why should I? You two clearly love each other. Why shouldn’t you get engaged? You have been together for how many years now? Five? It’s just natural that you want to make it official.” She shrugs with her shoulders.

“What I am mad about is all the secrecy. You both should know your parents better then that. Your dad and me just want to be part of your life. We want to know what’s happening to you and it seems we missed so much over the last years. And it’s just really making me sad.”

She looks up at her son and I finally know where my boyfriend got his wonderful eyes from. His mother mirrors his puppy dog eyes to perfection. Knock just takes her hand and presses it tightly.

“I love you, mum. I love you, dad. I am so sorry, that I didn’t have more faith in you. I should have known that you just want me to be happy. I am really sorry.” His voice is laced with emotions and all I can do is look over to my mother who is squirming uncomfortable in her seat.

I should know my parents better?

Well, I think I was spot on the money with my predictions how my parents would react once they find out. And even though I am incredibly happy to hear these words of encouragement from Knock’s parents and to have my mother next to me, I can clearly feel a wave of sadness washing over me.

But my mum’s hand on my cheek is getting me back into reality.

“He will come around, you know.” She says with a sad smile. “Your dad is not a bad person and he loves you so much. He…” She stops for a second. “He just needs a bit more time to get his head around the whole new situation. But believe me, pet, he loves you and he is happy for you.”

The tears pricking behind my eyes are threatening to fall, but I am choking them back. Maybe my mum is right. Maybe my dad will come around. But even if he isn’t, I know I have my mum in my corner and that is more then I ever dreamt of being possible. And looking over to Knock’s parents who are both misty eyed hugging their grown up son, I know there is another family I am a part of now.

Knock and me just come as a package. You can’t have one of us without the other and I will be damned if I am not making that clear to anyone who cares to ask from now on. It’s us against the world and somehow this feeling is making me incredebly happy.

Him and me… Forever together. I like that idea…

After saying our good byes to our parents later that afternoon somehow neither Knock or me want to go home yet. The atmosphere between us is so relaxed, so chilled. I just don’t want it to end. It honestly feels like a big grey raincloud got lifted from our heads.

So Knock decides to drag me into another gay bar. This time a cafe kind of thing, no club. I had no idea that my boyfriend frequented so many gay establishments.

“I just feel comfortable here. I don’t need to worry about being judged. I can just say what I want and be who I am.” He shrugs when I just ask him the same question.

I smile at his attitude. Knock was always more practical then me when it came to these things. While I would have been so worried about being seen in a place like this, he just thought of it as a safe haven for people like us. He truly is a “the glass is half full” type of guy, compared to my “the glass is about to explode” approach.

“So, you wanna go meet the others later? I think Fai told me they are having a movie night at theirs.” I ask Knock, but for some reason he seems to be frozen in time. His eyes are just looking over my right shoulder. Or should I say stare. His mouth is hanging slightly open and I can feel the stress radiating out of every single one of his pores.

“Knock, what’s up? What’s happening?” I look at him with a worried expression.

“It’s him….”