Strangers

Eleven

4AM. Early in the darling morning, a new day coming which is the result of yesterday. A beautiful gift given to you to taste, like a fruit you take from the life tree, and a new day is like ripping a new fruit from the branch. 4AM. The time when the same night demons are fading back into the abyss because the mighty sunshine is going to capture the galaxies under its rule. 4AM. The time when you open your eyes and realize that you opened them, one more time. One more chance to reach the stars you couldn't yesterday. You are lucky to live this new day, that some couldn't. You saw the deaf darkness that fills your ears until the song of enigma sneaks underneath your skin, turning your fears into tears.

So the seed of Taeyong's apprehension drove down his cheeks, hanging on the sharp jawline until it fell down and absorbed into the semi-transparent fabric of his bloody blouse. Just as bloody lips were long dried, and the tongue running over them felt the little pieces of cracked skin, the groove that made him taste the metallic flavor of the meat.

He felt flowers growing in his stomach, the boughs wrapped around the ribs. How dangerous a flower can be? Lee felt the thrones scratching his internal part of the skin, his stomach, lungs, heart, till his feelings were bleeding a confusing sentiment which injured the little self-esteem he still had. Besides in the garden of his system, there were so many wildflowers, and one of them was Jaehyun. Do you know when the wildflowers are a parasite so they grow faster and expand more? that's what the younger did to Taeyong's logical thinking and sentiments, he was taking over with no regrets.

The seatbelt kept both bodies fixed to the leather seats, while Jung had his digits hugged the steering wheel, Taeyong turned to the side in his place, back facing the young driver. There was an unreadable facial expression on the vitrified porcelain. He glared into an expansive lacuna over the window, and the running trees couldn't fill the blank landscape he observed in front of his eyes. The boy didn't blink, and it leads to a drying sensation around the immense eye shape.

Once in a while, Jaehyun stole glares at the turned frame, facing the tiny back, lips pressed together in an unbreakable line, yet parting them to let the tip of the scarlet muscle to run over the surface of his coral brims. The saliva offered a luscious sight only after a few seconds, then disappeared right back into something wizened. The time was passing by slowly for the both of them, and for the bold human Jung was, the unforeseen hesitation was the sneaking into the situation, only building an awkward silence between the two of the men.

"Who's the father?", Jaehyun's voice resonated into the quietness and the sound of the car, and why did he ask something he didn't want to know the answer of. If he let the oxygen in his lungs, it would become a loud sight, but he was rooting the substance deep down, which pressured the tension of the blood in his veins.

"It doesn't matter at this point", the other replied shortly, on the other hand, he was lost in the big ocean of thought that devoured him, on the other one, he contemplated if it had sense to confirm the other's worries, because he knew the answer for himself. The pregnancy was unexpected for Lee, but he always wanted a child, dreaming about something trivial like this was just the normal for the ordinary life he had, yet, not right in this moment.

Taeyong was lacking the finances to take care of a baby by himself, not even mentioning the fact he was basically alone dealing with the broken heart and the heavy emotions he tried to forget about. A baby meant responsibility, attention, love, and material resources. The embryo Taeyong carried was more than sure Jaehyun's since he was the only man that ever touched Taeyong.

"Taeyong, is the baby mine?", the road he focused himself on was empty, but looking at Taeyong was unacceptable, besides being concerned, Jaehyun was just as prideful and full of himself in every possible way.