Open My Eyes | Hyunchan

twenty two

"I think I wanna top again."

This caught Chan off guard. (probs you too lol). 

He moved his head so he could stare into the youger's eyes, their lips were inches apart but he couldn't help but feel as though it was wrong. Hyunjin's hurt, he can't use that.

"Baby, you're hurt-"

Hyunjin cut him off by connecting their lips. The taste of anger filled through his own body. Not from him, from the younger one. Hyunjin was angry enough it traveled down his own spine and made him mad, which only confused him. 

He kissed back, angry. The kiss wasn't sexually heated, it was like they hated each other at that moment, but hated each other with love. Something was wrong, so he opened his eyes.

He wanted to close them again.

Hyunjin was crying, his eyes red and puffy as his eyes shut closed. The look on the younger's face got to him: anger and hatred. It hurt him to see Hyunjin like that.

He pulled away, pushing his body up to straddle the younger. "My weasel," he cupped the cut cheek, rubbing a circle as he watched the barriers break. The strong Hyunjin, his weasel, broke down.

Hyunjin cried his heart out, Chan moving to hug him with the younger in his lap, soothing him. He cried, he let everything he had kept it by fucking and foretting out.

He cried for an hour.

Chan started crying halfway through as well, not entirely sure of why. The only thing that the older knew was how much of Hyunjin's feelings were affecting him, and he couldn't understand a way to feel about it.

Eventually, Hyunjin started to whimper. "Channie~" the younger's voice was so soft, so soft he just wanted to hold him close and never let go.

"Yes my weasel?"

"Can we take a bath? Please." 

He nodded, "Of course, you don't have any bad cuts. So yes, my baby, my weasel, let's go take a bath."

Hyunjin watched the tub fill up, the warm water slowly reaching to the 3/4 part. The older had stripped down to his boxers, showing his muscular shoulders and back as he bent over the tub to put bubbles in.

Chan had a nice ass, he could confirm.

He smiled to himself at his boyfriend, he himself was in his boxers as well: his bandages, ointment, and clothes all thrown away or set aside. He didn't have enough cuts for them to be serious if they opened, and Chan had askd him over and over again if it was okay. 

Chan stood up and walked to where he sat on the counter, rubbing his thighs and smiling like an angle. "Ready?"

He nodded, hopping down. "Can I sit behind this time?"

Chan smirked at him, "of course, baby." The older pulled down his boxers for him and helped him settle in the tub, the water encasing him with warmth. He could've fallen asleep if not for the sight of Chan taking his boxers off.

Chan got in too, settling himself in between his own legs and snuggling back. The older washed their bodies, soaping his legs up and giggling with him as he got to the feet. 

He wrapped his soapy legs around Chan, making him gasp as he pulled the older into his lap, tightly holding him with all of his weakened strength. 

"Hyunjin~"

"Channie~"

Chan smiled and leaned back, blowing air into his ear. "We can't have sex, you're hurt and I don't want to hurt you more."