1.1 | louder than bombs

- 6 -

The male in his arms was ethereal. That was the only word that Jaemoon could think of to describe the man.

He was short, only coming up to his pecs, having delicate features though he did look lean, his skin an expanse of unblemished melanin. With his messy bed-hair, wide caramel-coloured eyes staring at him, dainty nose with a small mole at the tip and rosy lips parted because of a soft gasp, he looked celestial, other-worldly.

His eyes. Fuck. His eyes. Looking all wide and innocent, just like a doe's.

Jaemoon, never in his wildest dreams, thought that he would be like those meals leads from cheesy romantic films, shooting heart eyes at the counter lead.

But here he was, staring at the male in his arms as if he was the centre of the whole universe.

Cairo coughed lightly, looking down with a blush crawling up his face, the warmth travelling up to the tip of his ears. The small action brought a slight smile to the taller one of the two.

For some reason, Jaemoon felt an insane need to hold the brunette close for the rest of his life, though not even a minute passed since he laid his eyes on the said man. It wasn't entirely lust but more like a sense of belonging, as if they belonged to each other in a soulful way. It felt like their meeting was inevitable.

It felt like they were inevitable.

Jaemoon stepped back, letting go of the male. "Jaemoon. Jeon Jaemoon," the ravenette said, his eyes not leaving the delicate features of the lean man.

"Wh-what?"

"My name, Doe," he prompted with an airy chuckle. "My name is Jeon Jaemoon."

Cairo's face reddened even more at that.

Didn't think it was possible to out-red a tomato.

"Oh. Oh," the flustered male cleared his throat, raising his doe eyes to Jaemoon's dark ones, "I'm Cairo Elroid, Station Aid Medic and I like Skittles," Cairo karate chopped, scissor sweep-ed and front kicked himself in his head.

Jaemoon raised a brow in amusement, his black locks dipping into his dark eyes, a grin threatening to break out at Cairo's cuteness but also taken aback by his voice.

Even his voice sounds fucking perfect, deep and soothing.

"Well, I like Gummy Bears," he winked at Cairo, the smaller male on the verge of passing out from all the blushing.

Jaemoon hummed lightly before walking right out of the kitchen though it was his intended destination in the first place, Cairo following him with a slight limp that didn't go unnoticed by Jaemoon.

Why was he limping?

"Do you like it here?" Jaemoon asked instead, thinking it would be too much to ask the medic about his leg at their first meeting.

"Huh? Y-yes," replied Cairo, this time mentally judo-flipping himself when he stuttered.

"The Border looks so pretty right now," he continued, clearing his throat, "I love nights like this."

Cairo turned, looking at him with a smile.

Fuck. That smile. That adorable, cute boxy-smile.

His smile reminded Jaemoon that of a child's, so bright and so pure as if Cairo held all the innocence in the world in his petite but lean body.

The thought provoked this unexplainable need in Jaemoon. The need to pull the male close and hold him tight, to protect him from everything bad surged through his body.