Strangers

Two

Miserable sensations decomposed segments of Taeyong's quintessence, could it be the interminable heaven waterfall over his miniature shoulder or just the dejection. The rain was the only element, loving the corrupted soul that night, greedily getting absorbed into the thin fabric of his clothes. How much he regretted every single letter he let out, why now? why couldn't he just deal with his jealousy like he always did. Naive hope blinded this inexperienced creature, Jaehyun was his personal ecstatic agony, a permanent state that made him go insane at times. Jaehyun was an infernal flame that burned Lee's system as it was gasoline, so much passion, yet nothing remained after them, just a specific odor that he loved to call memories. The end of the night, Taeyong spent at the bus station, wet and violated by the cold wind, his arms wrapped around the bony silhouette of his own, as it was the only source of warmth. Cars rarely passed by in such a disturbing night, not like he would want somebody to stop by and drive him home, in this case, the tiny man would call a taxi if he needed such services. He leaned against the glass wall of the bus station, head leaning against the solid surface, those colossal eyes looking somewhere into the distance. Glacial expression dominating the boy's angelic, almost feminine features, his presence was almost clinic, his dark orbs looked blank as if he was absent from his universe.

"I need to apologize", Taeyong repeated again and again in the depths of his conscience. If he remained in silence back then, he would be home right now, in his bed or, most probably, he would wake up in Jaehyun's bed and next to an empty, cold space next to him, with a hand written note on a sticker which said that Jaehyun left for work and Taeyong should leave as soon as possible. There was something Jaehyun tried to avoid, being seen with a person in his apartment, his parents would tell him to stop bringing all the rags in his elegant penthouse. Waking up in Jung's bed happened just one, Taeyong still remembers it and the corners of his lips curve into a bitter smile, followed by the thought how it will probably never happen again after the scandal they had not long ago. Just like now, it rained that night, thunders cut the celestial vault, apparently, all the deities were mad at the way Taeyong was sinning, the older boy was waiting for his beloved when it started raining and he got wet in just a few moments. Jung wasn't planning to take him home, but it just happened. How it exactly happened? The wet clothing was sticking to the porcelain skin, contouring Lee's boundaries like poets sketched their poems with sublime metaphors. The truth was that Jaehyun was unconcerned about Taeyong, yet he found him captivating. They ended up in Jung's apartment, what next happened was unexpected, the younger man got enchanted by the virgin skin when Lee tried to change into the other's larger sized clothes.

Shaking his head from the side to side, Taeyong tried so damn hard to get rid of the astute memories, barely holding back his tears once more. So worn out by everything, his hand reached for the black device from the pocket of his tight jeans, unlocking the screen to get disappointed by the late hour. It was 3 in the morning. His fingers type on the screen as fast as he could: "Jaehyun, i'm sorry.", and sent the message, then he started to write again: "Please forgive me, i didn't mean to say all those things". Pearly whites sank into the chapped lower lips nervously, hoping the young man is home and safe, not driving in such a bad weather. The more he thought about it, he started to worry, holding his phone at his chest, exhaling loudly.

His eyes started to feel heavy, the veil of his long lashes cascaded on his cheeks, the lights of the lanterns placed a few meters away fell on his flawless skin. Slowly falling asleep in such an unsafe place, Taeyong only remembers the moment he opened his eyes and saw the daylight. Good thing the rain finally stopped and the clothing he wore already dried, too neat Taeyong was, disgusted by the fact he smells like an abandoned dog who was still waiting for his human to come and take him home. To be more precise, that's what he was at the moment if he considers that he slept outside in a bus station after Jung left him behind as an undesired thing, but what a pity, he was sure it was all his fault. He was ready to slap himself for opening his mouth without thinking twice, how could he ruin everything, as if Jaehyun wasn't already hard to keep close, he had to be thankful for the fact that he gets infected by the saccharine venom of Jae's lips once in a while.