You're Mine, I'm Yours

Part 25

First paused at his bedroom door, feeling an odd mix of apprehension and determination. He knocked, the unfamiliar gesture emphasizing the rift between him and Khaotung. Receiving no answer, he entered and quickly scanned the room. When he didn't see Khaotung, his anxiety spiked. He checked the balcony, but it was empty. Heart pounding as he headed to Khaotung's room and sighed in relief upon seeing him seated at his desk, absorbed in something on his laptop.

First walked towards Khaotung, who sensed his approach. As First reached his side, he dropped to his knees, staring up at him with a desperate intensity that startled Khaotung. The boy's eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of First kneeling before him, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

Khaotung's hand instinctively reached out to touch First's face, noting the fresh cut on his lip.

"You came back looking shittier than before," Khaotung remarked,

First managed a small, pained smile at the comment. Without a word, he reached out and gently held Khaotung's foot. Khaotung was puzzled but didn't pull away. He watched in silent wonder as First began to kiss his feet, the gesture both shocking and oddly soothing. First's lips moved tenderly, planting kisses from Khaotung's toes up to his knees, his eyes never leaving Khaotung's face.

Khaotung felt a strange mix of emotions. His initial confusion gave way to a softening in his chest, the heavy weight of anger and hurt beginning to lift. His heart, which had felt encased in ice, now pounded with a different rhythm, the warmth of First's touch melting away the coldness.

First continued to kiss up Khaotung's leg, his touches gentle and reverent. He paused at Khaotung's knee, looking up with eyes that pleaded for forgiveness. The moment was intimate and raw, it was a silent apology from First,

Khaotung's mind reeling from the intensity of the emotions coursing through him. His fingertips tingled with a mixture of uncertainty and a burgeoning sense of acceptance. He reached down, his hand resting on First's shoulder, the touch a tentative bridge between them.

In that moment, the barriers between them began to crumble. First's silent apology, his willingness to kneel and show vulnerability, spoke volumes more than words ever could.

First's eyes met Khaotung's, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, there was a flicker of understanding and mutual respect.

First stopped kissing Khaotung's leg and gently placed his foot back on the floor. He looked up at Khaotung, his eyes filled with an unspoken plea for forgiveness, then lowered his head into Khaotung's lap. Khaotung, still confused and trying to process the transformation in First, brought a hand to his hair and began to pet it softly.

"Fir...?" Khaotung asked gently, his touch both curious and comforting.

"I'm sorry, Khaotung," First mumbled, his voice muffled by Khaotung's lap. The vulnerability in his tone was palpable, and Khaotung's heart softened further, turning to jelly at the sight of this powerful man in such a humble position.

The First he knew had always been strong and unyielding, but now he seemed almost fragile,that Khaotung had never seen before.

As First knelt more before Khaotung, his hands clutching desperately at Khaotung's legs, his head buried in his lap, his voice trembled with fear and regret. The weight of his actions bore down on him, a stark contrast to his usual confident and often ruthless demeanor. His father and brother's ominous warnings echoed in his mind, amplifying his desperate need to protect Khaotung at all costs.

"I'm sorry. I never intended to hurt you, Tung," First repeated, his voice thick with emotion. His fingers tightened slightly on Khaotung's legs, seeking reassurance, but afraid to impose further. He could feel the tension in Khaotung's body, a palpable mix of anger, hurt, and vulnerability.