𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘆𝗕𝗼𝘅 𝑨𝑫𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 [2]

𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

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𝐈 sighed as Adam's car parked slowly in his garage, him turning the engine off. I can sense his utter disappointment towards me. Just by the blank expression in his face. Just by the way he moved. Just by the way he never interacted with me at least once since the argument happened.

After successfully fixing up his things, he took the car keys and stepped out of the driver's seat. From the wounds and the aching pain in my arms, I couldn't move a muscle. With a single movement, even just one lift of my fingertip, is an agonizing feeling in return.

He opens the passenger seat door, slowly trying to get the seatbelt off of me. He moved really cautiously in order to not accidentally touch or hit one of my bruises.

Without a single word spoken, he gently put his hand under my legs and behind my back, trying to pick me up as softly as he could. I winced in slight pain from the sudden unwanted pressure on my body, but he ignored me and carried me into his house.

Reaching the living room, he slowly laid me on his sofa. My eyes widen slightly as his face was ontop of mine, our lips almost brushing against one another. As he tried to pull his hand on my back away, he looked into my eyes, and my breath hitched. He looked even more gorgeous with his face dangerously close to mine. He pulled himself up, still no talking, and walked to his kitchen while I was left on the sofa, cheeks reddening and body heating up.

With that weird action, I seem to have been dazed. My mind still focused on his ocean blue. The pain also appeared to have faded away, or it was still present and I wasn't just able to put my concern on it. Adam was all over my thoughts.

I snapped back into reality after hearing footsteps heading towards the room I'm in. And the moment I glance up, I saw him. The red jacket he was wearing earlier was now taken off, revealing the plain white t-shirt he's wearing underneath. Box of first aid kits in hand, he kneeled down in front of me.

Before doing anything, he looks up at me. Straight into my eye. Observing the sudden confusion in his expression, he appeared to have thought of something.

He looked elsewhere and bit his lip. My gaze automatically falling to his lips, and something seemed to have ignited inside of me.

He puts his attention back to me and asks, "Can you stand up?"

I looked away from him to actually focus on my wounds for once. I almost said that I could, but realistically, I can't move at all.

"No," I shook my head.

Without any replies, he stood up and went back into the kitchen. Coming back with a small basin of water and a towel, he kneeled back down.

After placing the basin on the floor, he lifted up my left arm ever so slightly. The arm that took most of the damage.

He wets the towel and softly caressed my wounds with it, cleansing it. I winced every once in a while and tried to pull my hand away, but he firmly gripped onto it and demanded, "Don't move."

That was kinda hot.

I silently observed his face as he did his job on me. How his eyes focused straight onto my wounds and bruises, his facial expression still blank. My eyes fell on his lips once again, butterflies immediately crept up their way into my stomach.

I bit my lip in hesitation. His physical features never fail to mesmerize me. His lanky body and how he uses his ungraceful tallness to assert dominance on other people. He is not the type of guy to fight with others, but he will if he has to.

I indisputably adore his soft side. That is the reason I fell in love with him in the first place. His laughs, whether they're loud or soft, are absolute music to my ears. A song that I would not get tired of listening to. A beautiful, constructed piece that would instantly make my day once I hear it.

Especially the way he showed his love, affection, and appreciation to a person he cared about. He'd let you know with no hesitation, whether it is subtle or direct. Wholesome texts, notes, hugs, kisses, him listening to you when you have problems you wanted to rant about, you name it.

Imagine having this guy as your boyfriend. Oh, how magical would that feel.

But I sadly would never experience that feeling.

His sigh snapped me out of my thoughts, and I blinked multiple times to focus my look on him. "How many times have I told you?" He spoke, his attention still glued onto my arm.

"A little too many," I answer. He hated it when people get into fights, especially if it was someone he is close with. He has told me so many times to not fight others, but I just couldn't help it.

Especially if he was the cause of it.

That bitch is saying really rude things about him, without being aware that I'm behind him and was listening to every word he said. My blood boiled and my vision darkens just from thinking about it. And I felt that Adam noticed it as I had suddenly tensed up.

"You good?"

"Yeah, just.. I'm fine."

He took the bandages and wrapped it around my arm.

"I swear if you get into another fight next time," he says under his breath, but I somehow managed to hear it.

"They were talking shit about you! What the hell do you expect me to do!?" I exclaim in frustration, taking Adam aback.

"Nothing! I expect you to do nothing! You could've just let them be, but you didn't. Now look at you!" He shouts back.

"Fuck it, Adam," I curse lowly and paused.

"I would not just let anyone, TALK SHIT, about people I care about. I would not let them walk pass me without a punch flying in their face. I would not do nothing!" I yell. My voice have never been this loud before, that even I got startled from the stern noise.

"Tell me, Adam. If someone talks bad about me, you would do the exact same, wouldn't you?" I lowered my voice, yet didn't remove the demanding tone.

He stayed silent.

"Wouldn't you?" I repeated, a little more louder and firmer this time.

His gaze remained on the floor, his voice croaking as he softly answered, "Yes."

I took a deep breath, calming myself down. My eyes softened and I kneeled down in front of him, ignoring the pain in my body. With my right arm, I placed my hand on his chin, holding his head up and forcing him to look straight into my eyes. My palm soon making contact with squishy, rosy cheeks, softly caressing it, full of love.

"I will kill any person who would dare to hurt you. I couldn't bear to see you in pain. I wouldn't mind being hurt myself if it meant I am keeping you safe."

"Justin..." I put my finger on his lips, this single gesture telling him that I am not finished on what I wanted to say.

"I have never cared for anyone like this before. Not even a friend. And don't you dare say 'how about your family?', they are an exception," I paused.

"I couldn't put into words how exactly I am feeling right now. All I know is that, I'm nervous. Scared. Terrified. Of revealing my biggest secret that I have promised myself I would never give away to anyone. Especially to you."

"But I am also aware that eventually, I would have to let you know. I would have to tell you. Because I am just hurting myself by keeping this hidden. I feel unsettled."

I sighed. Hesitation starting to crawl under my skin into my veins. My heart is beating loud as if it were a bass drum getting brutally beaten up by a mallet. I could feel something pushing my soul into saying it, building up the words in my mouth, ready to be disclosed. Yet there was something holding me back, making me swallow up the phrases almost escaping my lips.

This, could only fall into two situations; I get accepted; I get rejected.

Filling my lungs with air, I looked back up into his ocean orbs. Seeing a glimpse of nervousness and curiosity in them. Through these dark clouds of negative thoughts, I saw a sight of hope. And in one swift motion, I mutter out without thinking:

"I'm in love with you."

And the room was filled with silence.

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