❝ 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝐓𝐎 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯. ❞
▶ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 everything is normal on the outside and insidious on the inside...
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CHAPTER 10
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「 Cigarette 」
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ TOMORROW WAS THE day Prince's parents would come back from their little hangout with their friends, and he gravely dreaded every hour that passed. It wasn't quite obvious that he was internally panicking but if one were to look closely at his hands, it was shaking miserably, nearly anything that he held would fall from his hands.
Much like how the glass of water he was holding slipped out of his grip, its broken pieces lay on the floor, much like how he imagined himself to be scattered on the dining table in his parents' house once they get ahold of him.
Be rational, Prince scolded himself, dropping to his knees to pick up the broken pieces. There was a stinging pain at the tip of his finger once he reached for one of the pieces, blood dribbling down onto it and mixing with the water.
"Get up, let me clean it." Gun spoke up, walking from the couch in the living room to where Prince stood. With a tired sigh, he did as what he was told and let the older take away the glass shards and mop the floor.
As he was washing his hands in the sink, Gun came back with a small first aid kit. Although the cut was tiny, he was still gentle in handling him, wrapping his finger with a bandaid. He was caught off guard when Gun had brought his hand to his face, pressing a soft kiss on his palm then his fingertip.
"Are you still worried about your parents?" He asked softly, kissing Prince's palm again. The latter sighed and nodded, letting his head fall against the other's chest.
There was a moment of silence as Gun slithered his arms around the shorter's waist and pulling him closer, Prince let himself be consumed in his warmth and affection.
Gun wasn't one to give comfort or reassurance through words, so physical affection and acts of service were his only resorts in helping his boyfriend feel better, it just so happened that Prince preferred those better as well.
