abide

chapter 8

yoshinori circled the knife in his index finger and a thumb, the pit of it carefully and meticulously fixed on a particular spot, his head slanting slighting as only his right eye was opened, staring at the small crevice already made by jihoon long ago.

"just throw it already, pussy-foot it's getting boring." yoshinori heard from behind, someone's shoe brushed against his bottom but it didn't distract him.

there was a lot at the stake. jihoon most probably felt cold sweat trickling down his shoulders, regretting his approving answer from a minute ago.

"if I stuff this little thingy into this whole..." yoshinori's finger designated one spot on the wall which at this point could be called a hive as well. "you will grant me something I want."

jihoon tilted his head skeptically. they were at the current moment sitting together on the sofa which used to be occupied by the leader only. he wished not to see anyone on it, what's more, he would even drive the scoundrels away. but as he saw yoshinori with his head comfortably put on the prop, one of his arms spread in a leisure manner, incidentally almost enveloping jihoon in an embrace, he had no problem at all. besides his eyes would involuntarily slide down onto the other's thighs, more importantly on the palm with fingers splayed out on it. three rings, all golden, two thinner, one thicker, the last was coating the thumb, the sunny color somehow sparkling with tiny diamonds or at least something that resembled diamonds.

"what do you want?"

guessing from yoshinori's mischievous twinkle, playful smile, and how he leaned forward, his hand holding onto the material of jihoon's shirt, the older boy was ready to receive some lewd implication. he gladly turned his head so that he hears better, his slight smile vanishing soon after.

"I have something to ask and I want an answer."

yoshinori backed away so that they could look each other in the eyes. the one whose expectations weren't met, tacitly agreed to their small, verbal contract. that's how after a few minutes of the other's excessive endeavors to obtain what he desired got him impatient.

finally, to repay all this waiting, a sound of a knife gliding through the air rendered him silent. his eyes dilated, examining how yoshinori's "little thingy" flawlessly got inside the crevice.

"heck, why did the gods have to make you perfect?" he cursed in his mind, considering whether to obediently answer this one question pending or already start refuting.

yoshinori in the meantime circled on the spot, light as a feather, trained as ballet dancers, and looked at the one sitting on the couch. with no hesitation, he found himself sitting comfortably on the other's lap, his arms tangled on his nape.

"now you have to answer the question."

jihoon's expression shifted slightly, as he liked the way it was going. a pleasant weight on his thigh trembled, as his hands grasped him firmly, drawing even closer.

"I will gladly do it." he was looking up, his chin raised.

it didn't take a genius to see that the two of them were craving for each other. as of now it was the only physical pleasure they needed but yoshinori went out of his way to keep both himself and jihoon under the meager control he had owned.

"why did you..." he murmured, intentionally lowering down, his breath already kissing jihoon's plump lips. "get into this business?"

as if someone broke down the rosy world they had been sheltered in, the crystal glass above them shattered into shards. the hungry tiger sitting on the sofa retracted its claws, the eyes full of passion now showed muddleheadedness. yet, yoshinori remained in the place he occupied, unbeknownst to him no one was about to snatch it away in the upcoming future.

"what?" was the one thing the disappointed and perplexed boy could think of at that moment.

yoshinori didn't back away even after seeing that his question might have caused the other's discomfort.

"why did you get yourself involved with drugs, weed, designer-"

"we only sell drugs, hold your horses pretty boy." was jihoon's harsh reply.

his hands which until now had been holding yoshinori on his lap to provide stability, now were itchy to push him so that he fell backward.

"alright, my bad." yoshinori sighed heavily, deep inside he felt dejected. he never meant any harm, he thought, partially even hoping that they were the same. turns out, the one that yoshinori believed would understand him unconditionally hadn't seen all the things yoshinori had. "why did you then?"

jihoon hummed and hawed, it showed that he was at loss. yoshinori's kind heart felt how the other struggled, and so his hand cupped the other's face, so gently that jihoon shivered. his eyes immediately flew up, meeting with the ones looking at him with sincere care. it scared him to no bounds. what if the person, who was now securing him like the one last ray of sunshine to exist, was willing to diminish only to keep him alive?

"there is someone I want to protect."

he didn't know when it went out of his mouth, but it must have caused yoshinori to nod after grasping the meaning. his face was soon enlightened by a smile of relief.

"you?" jihoon couldn't, but ask. he didn't want to be left out, he deserved to know the truth too. "why did you get involved with drugs, weed, prostitution-"

"we do not conduct prostitution jihoon, who had put such sort of an idea in your head?"

jihoon felt so small as yoshinori's eyebrows creased in a reprimand manner, his gaze now reproachful. he mumbled a quiet "I am sorry, I got the wrong impression", which soothed the other a little.

"there is someone I want to safe."

the hands on yoshinori's waist tightened their grip, the one on the top indulged fully into jihoon's touch. he drew jihoon's head closer to his chest, to his heart, the other could now easily count the seconds in between yoshinori's every breath. as jihoon felt soothed under the other's caresses, his hair ruffled, his mind in a daze and then, a vague sentence made him drown in love a little deeper.

"there is still hope for us, jihoonie."

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