Apartment Boy

What To Do...

3rd POV

KC starts panicking after he realizes that even if Kenji is cooking for him, he's gonna be stuck with him. What the heck is he gonna do if he has to face him even more?

"Fuck. Fuck, this is bad. This is so bad. This is very bad. WHAT THE HECK AM I--" He cuts himself off, realizing he's basically screaming and Kenji might hear him. "Fuck me," he whispers.

He flops on his bed. "Fuck, if he starts to baby me again, I might just wind up in that same mindless state. I can't let that take me over again! It's too embarrassing. I never even knew I had this side of me until he came and did it!" He rolls over. "Ah but...it wasn't bad. I just...don't wanna see him see me be that way again...hnnnnn. But, felt good..." He shoves his head into his pillow. "Nooooo I don't want it! But--No! Ughhhhh. Why does he do this to meeeee?" He whines.

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Kenji starts making a little snack for KC in his kitchen. "Man, that kid is really cute. I just want to snuggle him for days, but he keeps on resisting... Hmm, perhaps he didn't like it after all? I guess that would be my first thought... But his little self really seemed like he wanted it?" He talks to himself while putting together a sandwich. 

"If only he'd allow himself that much happiness." He sighs and cleans up the kitchen. "I should also try to hold back a bit more because he seems pretty shy and scared of it, although I don't think he has anything to fear...? I just wanna give him affection. I suppose the vulnerability that goes into it is the scariest part. Ah, I'll have to be more subtle about it until he's comfortable," he mumbles while cleaning the kitchen. 

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KC has pretty much merged himself with his bed at this point, going over every single thought that scares him and trying to figure out a plan to get Kenji to leave. He'll be damned if he allows him to...do that again to him. He finds it embarrassing and doing that in front of Kenji...who is hot. Who is tall and dominant looking... Yeah, that is pretty embarrassing!

"What do I doooooo?! Ah, my mother and father would be so ashamed of me if they saw what has happened to me! I'm such a disappointment! Waaaaah!"

He scrambles further into his bedsheets, if that's even possible at this point...

There's a knock at the door.

"KC? Hey, I made you a sandwich, nothing too much. I hope you don't mind. Will you let me in to give it to you? If not, I can leave it in the kitchen..." Kenji says through the door. 

KC blushes at his voice and scrambles out of his bed, "Oh really? Alright. Um..." He struggles to choose which option.

"...KC?" Kenji asks, after waiting in silence for a few minutes.

KC whines, unable to choose one and hating himself for not choosing the second option without hesitation, knowing a part of him wants to...

"Do you want me to come in?" Kenji asks.

KC sighs in defeat, "...Y-Yes..." He replies, barely a whisper.

It was enough for Kenji to hear through the door somehow and he opens the door gently. He sees KC standing by his bed, head down and hair in his face. His face softens at the sight immediately and he walks over to him.

"Honey? Hey, what's wrong? Why are you so upset?" Kenji says, reaching him but keeping enough space between them in case it makes KC feel uncomfortable. He puts the sandwich on his night stand and gently bends down to be at KC's height. He waits patiently for his reply.

"..." KC keeps looking down, feeling so overwhelmed with emotions. All he's able to get out is, "T-Thank you for the sandwich. You didn't have...to..." He hiccups.