❤️Giving❤️

Chapter 1

The deafening bass of the club music thumped through the dimly lit room, each beat sending vibrations through the sticky floor and sending sharp, stinging beams into Du Jingxing's blurry vision.

The air was thick with the mingling scents of sweat, alcohol, and smoke, creating a heady atmosphere that felt almost suffocating.

Du Jingxing's head pounded in rhythm with the music, each throb a reminder of the excessive drinks he'd downed throughout the night.

His vision swam, the room spinning in a dizzying blur of lights and indistinct shapes. He could barely process his surroundings, the noise and chaos melding into a single overwhelming blurr of sensation before it all went black.

Through the haze, he felt a firm yet gentle hand on his shoulder, guiding him with surprising steadiness. The world shifted, and suddenly he was no longer standing. Instead, he found himself lying down, his head resting on something solid yet comforting.

....Someone's lap?

His eye snapped open only to be met with the painful glare of white light.

"I told you to be careful." Came Jun's voice.

The fabric of Jun's pants was cool against Jingxing's fevered skin, a small comfort in his current state of disarray. He squinted up at Jun, struggling to focus on steely eyes. Jun's expression was a mixture of concern and frustration, his usually sharp eyes softened by a hint of something unreadable.

Jingxing tried to respond, but his words came out as a slurred, incoherent mumble. He felt a gentle pat on his cheek, Jun's touch both soothing and grounding. He felt the vibration of the moving train and the sound of the wheels racing down the track. The sky was darker than a kid's imagination after dark; with the moon - so large and bright in the distance.

It seemed to know him with the way It beamed down upon him.

As he lay there, half-aware of his surroundings, snippets of the night's events flashed through his mind—laughing too loudly, drinking too much, and the creeping sense of dread that had driven him to seek solace in the bottle.

"..The moon....that night.." He managed to slur.

Jun Kubos soft gaze flickered behind him to the train window as he traced his gaze; his eyes locked on the glaring moon.

"Yes, you're right." Silence. The silence of the night they buried the squirrel in the backyard as children. Sometimes, it seemed to stretch years into the future. That night, they buried their words too. It wans't just the squirrel was it?

Or maybe he was just paranoid?

"That night...we buried...more than...just that squirrel..." He muttered. He wondered if Jun even heard him as he stared at him for a while, "Why don't you sing?"

Du lifted his hands to gently brush a lock of his fringes behind his ear, caressing the smooth of his cheek gently. The gesture made him flush but he seemed to relish in the touch too, as he nuzzled into the hand slightly and placed a kiss on it.

"I'll sing for you when we get off the train, how about that? Now behave."

As the train rumbled on, Du's thoughts drifted, scattered like leaves in the wind. His eyelids felt heavy, the world around him blurring and sharpening in turn. He tried to focus on Jun's face, finding solace in the familiar lines and angles.

Jun's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and something deeper, something gentler. He reached out, his fingers brushing Du's temple, then smoothing back a strand of hair that had fallen across his forehead. The touch was light, almost tentative, but it carried a warmth that seeped through the haze of Du's mind.