Strangers

Three

The night passed so fast for the both of them, the only thing was that Jaehyun didn't sleep the entire time, meanwhile Taeyong slept in his bed having the soft pillow in his arms, which absorbed all his tears without busting a single word, there was nothing to be said anyway. Lee didn't know how he got home after he saw Jaehyun taking the stranger in his luxury domicile, the street was blurry around his senses, he was blinded by the amount of the tears violating his cheeks, but his feet lead him home by themselves. He remembers bumping into an old woman while running in the direction of his humble apartment, but apologized like a good kid he was. Nobody was there for Taeyong, and he felt abandoned even by his own life, he slowly drowned in the turbid waters of his dolour.

Jaehyun opened his coal orbs at the command of the morning sun, noticing the numb frame sleeping on the right side of his bed. Remaining silent while watching the black haired male getting lost in the universe of naive dreams, he got up to reach for a clean pair of boxers from the closet next to his bed. The reticent noises he accidentally made, unconditionally pierced the peace of Ten's tranquil sleep. Slowly finding himself in a sitting position, rubbing one of his feline-like eyes in a delicate manner, watching Jung ignoring his presence for a lot while until he decided to escape an annoyed groan.

"Good morning", the Thai boy pronounced lowly, the corners of his lips curving into a smile under his own nose as the memories of the past night were still laying in the atmosphere of the large room. He can look back and see the way Jaehyun only loved him the whole night, sipping on the roseate lips till begged for oxygen, but the younger couldn't stop craving for more than just a kiss. They ended up on the bed, Ten didn't protest when Jung exposed every inch of his skin, burning under the irresponsible touches.

Yet, Jaehyun didn't see it that way, for him it was a regular one night stand with a person which number he won't even save in his contacts. He ignored the other's desperate attempt to get his attention, because Jaehyun in bed and Jaehyun the morning after are two different sides of the same coin.

"Get dressed and leave", were the only harsh things addressed to the man he spent a long night of cherishing each other with, funny how Jaehyun had no single drop of flabbiness, a marvelous statue that you could admire for centuries, but as cold as the maiden snow on the first day of the atrocious winter. Ten didn't protest, he tried as hard as possible to find words in the expand of his fury and disappointment.

"What the hell, Jung Jaehyun", Ten's high pitched voice became higher that it sounded like a cat's sharp nails on a porcelain plate. "I thought we had something", the last few words were spoken with hesitation in his voice, yet he swiftly got up from the soft mattress, his steps too fast for a walk, yet too slow to run, short arms encircled around Jung's waist from behind, chest pressed against the muscular back of the younger's athletic body. The Thai's cheek met the warm skin as well, right after his own fingers intertwined on Jaehyun's protruding abdomen.

Silence. Seclusion. Another destroyed heart. Ten embraced another person, this isn't the body that wrote so many lustful romances on his skin, Jaehyun's senses were absent, more than that, they were never there. Ten just assumed things and he heard the catastrophe of his own heart falling in the abysmal grief when Jung faced him. Those hollow eyes imprisoned Ten's reflection, no matter how much the smaller male tried to see the flame in the other's eyes, he slammed himself into the barrier of Jung's optical spheres.

"What can we have, kitten?", the contemptuous tone of Jaehyun's voice was the last thing that made Ten's ordeal to maneuver down the apple of his cheek, and Jung wasn't even done beating the nails in the coffin of his hope. "You know why i hate whores? because they are like public toilets, everybody uses them, they are dirty, nasty, smelly and fucking disgusting, that's why i prefer expensive places, they are clean, until you do your needs, once used, you don't need it anymore and it becomes dirty. That's what you are Ten, no matter how decent you want to be, you are already dirty as well. Get lost". Words worse than swords, slowly cutting Ten till he bleed his last drop of dignity, he will never look at himself in the mirror the way he did before he met Jung Jaehyun.