A Red Rose - Hyunlix

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Hyunjin's POV

I couldn't believe his father abused him. I couldn't believe he was able to hide all that pain for so long. It was amazing... I looked into his eyes, I could see that well of loneliness he had always sunk into, accompanied by the abuse and bullying. I hugged him again and whispered to him: -You'll be safe with me, I'll never do anything to you- it was hard to believe those words when they were the same ones to which he had hooked all his hope and the ones he began to find in nightmares.

-H-hyunjin, h-I'm scared,- he said sobbing

-I will protect you, as long as you are by my side nothing will happen to you, I promise- I  dug a hand into his soft hair and petted him as he unleashed everything that was inside of him. It was wonderful to be there with him, it was wonderful to make him feel safe, to feel his hair soft. I wished that moment would last forever, my arm around his slender waist, my hand caressing him to calm him down, him feeling free to cry without anyone beating him for tears furrowing his soft skin . I pulled him to me with an insane need to feel his body attached to mine. Whole minutes passed as I enjoyed his closeness, I know I shouldn't have done this but he needed a shoulder to cry on, to have no barriers to his tears.Before long, another of my unhealthy ideas came to me. I picked Felix up, making sure his legs wrapped around my waist and he hooked my arms around his neck, gasping for a moment. I sat on the swing with him attached and pushed him close to me. Even closer than it could be, I was pushing the limits I'd set on myself but I was doing it for someone who deserved...I was losing control. The closeness of him was going to my head, I was poisoned by his sweet cotton candy scent and I desperately wanted to feel his skin under my hands. I tried to take deep breaths and focus on something else but, I just couldn't. He had stopped sobbing and was probably waiting for me to release the hug. I sank a hand into his side and he made a small leap in fright, the other hand I placed gently on his neck, basking in his smooth and velvety skin, without imperfections, he was really very thin, a thin waist in which I could feel his bones below. He was very close and I was losing control, his scent was clouding my senses.

 I took my hand away from his side and slowly slipped it into his sweatshirt eliminating the distance with his skin, I felt his heartbeat speed up to reach the stars, still pressed against my chest, I brought my hand even higher, stroking her soft skin. The scratches that I had treated were gone, leaving room for an expanse of smooth and perfumed skin. I would have gone on like this, exploring his warm skin but Felix placed his hands on my chest to stop me. His cheeks were on fire and he couldn't look me in the eyes in embarrassment, his legs were still tied around my waist. I smiled, took my hand off his sweatshirt and his neck, got up still holding him in my arms by his thighs and made him get off.

-Sorry, you were right to stop me- what a hypocritical asshole I was. I had completely forgotten that he had been abused by his father just before and beaten by his mother, but he didn't seem uncomfortable with that shy touch... He smirked in raptures still with a rosy-red hue to his cheeks.

-I-it doesn't matter, y-you're the only one who can do it- a blow to the heart, that's what I had. I thought that with a touch I could awaken the greatest traumas of him, but with those words he had left me speechless. I had set limits on purpose not to scare him but now he was almost asking me to brush against him like I had just done.

-So it doesn't bother you?-

-No not at all, in fact it's-it's the opposite- his words escaped his mouth and he covered his lips with his hand realizing what he had just said, he blushed again and I laughed.

-Then why did you stop me if you liked it?- I ask him smiling, he looked at me confused and answered

-I-I don't know- I shifted my gaze to his lips and I stunned. They were red, fiery red and looked soft, they were shaped like a heart, with the upper lip slightly thinner and the lower one thick. I licked my lips in an instinctive gesture and he widened his eyes sensing the direction of my eyes. I shifted my gaze and invited him to go to my house.