-Roseate- (A JiKyu Fanfiction)

Confession

Jihoon waited until the last customer left the shop. Junkyu wiped the counter top, the espresso machine. Jihoon even helped lining up the chairs. Within minutes, they both were ready to leave.

"Shall we go now?" Jihoon asked. He was in an exceptionally good mood. Junkyu got scared. While treating the burn, he noticed several cut marks on Jihoon's arm, some were actually horrible. How would a person like Jihoon's place look like? Would he also hurt Junkyu? The way he hurt himself?

"Ji?" Junkyu called. They were walking through a dark alley. Junkyu didn't feel right. Something told him not to follow the psychopathic guy. Jihoon, who had been skipping steps in pure joy, as if taking home his very precious share of meat, turned around. "Hm?"

"You live alone, right?"

"Mm hmm."

"I- uh.... I think.." Junkyu stuttered. Jihoon walked close to him. He put his ear close to Junkyu's lips, to hear him clearly.

"I have stuff to do tonight. I don't think I can-"

"You won't come?" Jihoon asked. More than looking sad or disappointed, he looked mad. Extremely enraged. Junkyu stepped backwards. His hand grabbed the wall behind him. What if Jihoon started attacking him then and there? Was he, in any way, able to beat a strong guy like Jihoon?

"Why?" Jihoon asked. His tone no longer soft. Junkyu gulped. "I- I suddenly remembered... I'm sorry."

Jihoon's gaze was so dark by then that it visibly shook Junkyu. He didn't even try to hide it. He scurried out of the lane, with Jihoon on his tail. He was walking fast.

"Kyu? Why are you running away from me?" Jihoon ran after him, this made Junkyu speed up. "I need to hurry home!" He somehow answered. His heart was beating out of his chest. Suddenly, his well known friend appeared to be his biggest nightmare.

"Alright. Get home safe." Jihoon stopped, and talked in the same soft tone. Junkyu didn't stop to look back. He rushed home, Jihoon's dark eyes haunted him all the way, even after he reached his abode safe and sound.

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Fear makes people do things they had no idea they'd do. For Junkyu, it was getting farther and farther away from Jihoon. He made friends with Jihoon with eagerness, on one summer day, during his break time. He met Jihoon as he sat at a corner table, all alone. He looked helpless, sad, lonely. Junkyu went to talk to him. He found Jihoon cute, innocent and a little mysterious. His heart reached out to the poor boy. It was he himself who gave Jihoon space. But now? Something changed. Jihoon's behaviour scared him. He did not want to be a victim of Jihoon's wrath. Therefore, he chose what Haruto had always told him to do- staying away.

However, he chose the wrong guy. People like Jihoon, who have barely anyone in their life, wouldn't let go of the person who showed them light. Jihoon arrived at the café more frequently, talked to Junkyu even when his replies were short, walked him home even after Junkyu forbade him to. He too realized what Junkyu was doing. And it broke him to pieces. He wanted Junkyu to talk to him again.

He approached Junkyu big time one day, when the barista had gone to freshen up at the staff's washroom. It was before his lunch break. After a half day's exhaustion, he wanted nothing more than to eat to his stomach's contentment. However, after washing his face, ironically, he saw Jihoon's reflection in the mirror before him.

"What're you doing here?" Junkyu turned around. Jihoon didn't answer. Rather, walked closer to him. Junkyu watched him with tightened jaws. He had to be cautious around Jihoon.

"Kyu?" Jihoon called. The name slipped out with such innocence and adoration that it sent shivers down Junkyu's spine. He skipped a beat. No matter how harsh Jihoon was with himself, it's true that he never ever hurt Junkyu. Jihoon was inches away from Junkyu. The latter bent backwards, as much as possible. As support, his palms were on the counter. Jihoon placed his hands over Junkyu's. Junkyu was trapped already. Both physically and mentally, by Jihoon's honey filled, manipulative words.