Hello, Neighbor

Chapter Twenty-Four.

Jeongin wasn't aware of his surroundings until the feeling of a gun brushed between his eyebrows. He had zoned out since they left the city.

Chris smiles are him with a tilted head, raising an eyebrow, "Wow, you're lucky," He withdraws the gun, setting it on the headboard. "I was about to blast your brains out..."

The younger says nothing except for a soft, "Oh." A bag of chocolates lies behind the stick shift, and his eyes instantly gravitate toward it, his stomach grumbling.

When was the last time he ate?

It must have been four days at least.

And where did he acquire that? He must have gotten it from the trunk, along with the gun.

God, it looks so delicious. His mouth waters just thinking about the way chocolate melts in his mouth, chewing on his cheek.

Chris reaches for it and tears the bag open, grabbing for one. He twists the silver wrapping off of the milky chocolate, dropping the wrapper into his cupholder. He bites off the end with a delicate snap, humming in satisfaction.

Jeongin's throat is dry, and he gulps to try to regain some moisture. "Chris," He croaks, lifting his hand, holding it out to him.

"What?" He taunts. He knows what the younger wants yet desires to toy with him. And when he takes another bite of chocolate, Jeongin's eyes grow dull and desperate.

"One?" The younger pleads. "Just one.."

Chris repeats him, "Just one?" He plucks a bar of wrapped chocolate out of the bag, holding it up. He sticks his tongue out over his bottom lip, his mouth drawing into a smile. He looks like a feline. "Eating one will make you hungrier..."

And he unravels the foil, grabbing his chin, pressing his thumb on his lips.

"I'll feed you," He murmurs, "Open your mouth, Baby."

Jeongin's lips part, and Chris forces his chin up a little further, his tongue trembling with anticipation. The chocolate lies on the edge of his lips, and he bites down, heaving at the taste.

He begins to open another chocolate, popping it into his mouth. He chews it in the side of his mouth, "Good?"

The younger sits there, chewing it as slow as he can manage, overall quivering. When he finally swallows, he sighs out a soft, "Yeah- Yeah, it was great.."

"C'mere," Chris pats his thigh, and Jeongin leisurely climbs over, sitting on his lap and leaning against the steering wheel. "You're a good boy.." He picks up another chocolate, discarding the wrapper and pressing it to Jeongin's lips. "Such a good boy." He whispers, watching him eat while petting his hair. "We should go to a restaurant soon," He nods, "I want to take you on a dinner date.."

He chews on the chocolate, savoring it, hardly paying attention to the blond. He only begins to when his hand starts to stroke his shoulder.

"You're so beautiful," Chris puffs as he presses his forehead to his chest. He drags his fingers down and traces over his ribcage through his sweatshirt, smiling in delight, "Do you know how badly I wanted to frame you? I can't now..."

That sentence rings bells in his mind.

He remembers him saying that before.

His tone is sinister, and his teeth begin to dig in his throat, his tongue striking him, licking strips up as if he were trying to taste him.

"Why did you just say that?"

Chris doesn't say anything, trying to distract the younger by gripping at his waist, but Jeongin pushes his hands away with a harsh shove.