Chapter 13

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- I'm all in Jeongin, all in. - Chris whispered close to his boyfriend's lips.

They parted because Minho opened the driver's door and got inside, he sighed heavily and closed his eyes, but not before realizing Jeongin was in the car.

- Are you going to yell at me? - Min asked, but his voice was bearly audible.

- I should. - Jeongin answer, but when he saw the look of pain in Min's eyes and the pleading look on Chris's, he chose not to. Instead, he snuggled next to his, now, boyfriend and asked Minho to take them to his house. His brother was going to be at his girlfriend's house and out all day, so they could be alone.

Alone with Christopher, that was something he wanted desperately. They talked for a while about how they felt and what they wanted before Minho came. They were so in love it was sickening, of course not to them. They loved each other, but most importantly they said it. For the first time in his life, Chris said 'I love you' to a partner. He made the decision to stop fearing what could happen and just live the love he felt for the time they felt it.

When they got to his house, Jeongin and Chris left the car and got inside. They kissed the moment the door was closed. Not desperately, not hungrily, slowly and gently their lips touched. Their hands went to each other's bodies with ease, they took their time to touch every single part of the person they had Infront of them. Chris looked at Jeongin in the eyes while he lifted him and placed him on the bed. He saw those eyes for the first time. Before, looking used to scared him because love felt inevitable. This time, love felt like a fever dream. Everything they did, they did it for the other. This time around they cared for the other's pleasure and not just their own.

They took their time to enjoy each other and it felt like their first time. Their first time loving someone like this. Their selfless love became more enjoyable than every selfish deed they had done for themselves in the past. Nothing was as good as the touch of their soulmate, they knew that now. If they ever came to part, they couldn't imagine the touch of anyone their heart didn't desire. How they prayed to never know what a world without the other would feel like. Right now, in their arms, they found their forever home. They knew, no other bedsheets, mattress, pillows and clothes could feel as meaningful as these ones, they knew right then and there they would remember every detail of this day. Till they were old and senile they would remember how their lips felt when they collided.

With their eyes closed, feeling their hearts beating in sync, they knew they felt the same way. They wouldn't doubt ever again if the other felt this soul crushing love, because it changed. It didn't cause despair anymore. They emptied their lungs when they opened their eyes and saw the other, nothing, not even the air itself, was between them. Love now was the caused of their relief. No more hopelessness, no more tears and screams no one would see nor hear. They felt whole in a way they didn't recognize.

Once he felt ready, Chris looked at Jeongin and smiled. This time, he did things right.

- How fast do you want to go? Because if you fear trusting me fully, I'll understand and we can take it slow. - Chris looked at Jeongin with love and devotion. - If not, if you want to fall with me, I promise you this time, we will not crash. God Jeongin, I promise this time you'll have all of me and not just what I choose to show you.

- This time, we go all in, right? - Jeongin said, not having even a lingering feeling of doubt.

- Of course baby.

Of course, not because they chose to be back together every problem they had dissolved into thin air. They wished love would fix things that easily. Jeongin's parents still were too hard on him, Minho was falling apart and he seemed ready to take everyone with him, Hyunjin was doing okay, but that didn't mean it was going to last. It was funny how at first Changbin used to be their biggest obstacle and now he was one of the only people they could count on.

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