Another TinCan story you might not want to read. This story starts with the scene where Can rejected Tin. Then it'll jump to a few years later with their lives apart. Don't know where this is headed but that's the gist of the plot.
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Déjà vu.
The impression or sensation of having previously encountered something that had already been encountered.
It was all happening again. Five years ago in that parking space where Tin asked Can if he could be his boyfriend. It was replaying in Can's mind in a never-ending loop as he stared at Tin right at that moment.
It wasn't right. It wasn't meant to happen in the first place. Tin was only with him to help him get through his trauma.
"...Can't we just be friends?"
"...But I don't want to be your friend, Can..."
Swallowing hard, he slowly shook his head and stepped back. "N-no. It was just a spur of the moment. Let's just pretend that this never happened," he muttered with a shaky voice.
Tears were already pooling in his eyes at the thought of what might happen again. The more he looked Tin in the eyes, the more nervous he got. Then he saw Tin's eyes flashed with emotion.
Confusion? Begging? Anger?
He doesn't know what it was. Everything was circling back around to him. Tin's eyes that night before he did that heinous act on him. That same suffocating feeling.
"C-can..." Tin's voice was frail and distorted, just as it had been that night in his old apartment.
He continued to shake his head, and stepped back again, escaping from the possibilities of what Tin might do to him again. His hands were trembling slightly. The moment Tin stepped forward, his tears started to fall from his eyes.
"N-no... P-please d-don't hurt me... P-please..." he begged as Tin kept on stepping towards him.
Tin stopped on his trance because of that. "N-no. No. C-can, please. I won't hurt you," Tin replied in the same trembling voice.
His mind was flooded with all the thoughts of being trapped within the man's grasp once more. He felt compelled to escape and run away, and the next thing he saw was him sprinting away from Tin and into their room.
But before he could even open the door to their room, a warm hand held his wrist and pulled him in a tight hug. He struggled to break free from that hug.
"L-let me go, please... N-no." His face was buried on Tin's chest and he could hear the loud thumping of his chest. His hands pounded weakly on the man's chest, on his shoulder, on his face, everywhere his hand could land to. But Tin was unmoved, instead the man just tightened the hug, almost making his bones crush.
"I'm sorry... Please don't be scared of me... I won't hurt you ever again... I promise... Shhh." Tin whispered on his ear, as one of his hand gently stroke his hair in a calming manner, and his other hand drew small circles on his back.
Tin's calming voice someway, somehow settled him down, and he stopped banging on the man's chest, but he still tried to pull away from Tin's embrace. Tin loosened the hug and held his face in his hands, making him look directly into Tin's eyes that was now also filled with tears.
