Lingering Feelings. {Completed}. + Book 2

Chapter 9 :

⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️

This chapter contains physical and mental abuse. You are being warned.

"Oh my God, I can't believe we are already thirteen !"

Rejoiced Jae-Yoon while removing his shirt, Sang-Hyun sitting on his desk, seemingly sketching.

"What are you doing ?"

The little one asked, tiptoeing to look above his best friend's shoulders. He smiled when he saw what he was drawing. He was touched and only kissed his cheek as a thank you which weirdly enough, made a serious who was once concentrated Sang-Hyun blush.

"Stop doing that and put some clothes on."

He stated in a severe voice. Jae-Yoon only whined, sitting on his best friend's lap, playing with his own legs, bouncing them back and forth.

"But it's too hot in here."

Sang-Hyun seemed to have frozen up, tensely pushing Jae-Yoon out of him. He then cleared his throat, straightened his posture and continued to sketch.

"You are so mean."

"No. I am not. You're just acting like a little baby. As you said, you're thirteen now so act accordingly to that."

"But admit it ! You like it."

Jae-Yoon hugged him from behind, putting his head on his shoulder, pecking his bare neck. Sang-Hyun suddenly snapped back, holding his best friend's wrists with one hand.

He didn't know why he acted this way but he felt angry and aggravated. His own body was threatening to follow its own rules and he didn't want that to happen and having Jae-Yoon half naked in front of him didn't help his case and he only desired to be left alone. The anger was aimed at himself, not at his best friend who was unaware of his twisted feelings towards him.

"STOP RIGHT THERE."

He yelled but he saw tears rolling down Jae-Yoon's cheeks. He wanted to pat him, to calm him down because it was his fault. The problem was... He just couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to do so and just ignored him, minding his own business.

That night he couldn't sleep. Jae-Yoon was soundlessly in Morphee's arms, clinging onto Sang-Hyun while he was battling his own demons. He didn't know when he started to feel this way towards his best friend but he didn't like that. To be frank, he loathed that.

He looked at his drawer before delicately leaving the bed they were sharing. He took his camera out of it, looking at all the photos underneath his device with a sad expression. Photos that he, purposefully, was hiding from everyone's view but more importantly, his father's and Jae-Yoon's.

He, for everything in the world, couldn't risk being discovered. He didn't want to imagine how this specific habit of his was going to be the downfall of his long lasting friendship with the most important person in his life and he could only foresee the future, the way his lewd actions would result in his father's anger spiking up yet again, aimed at him with full force and power until he would regret his very existence.

Something he already was doing ever since he was born and caused his mother's death.

His dad never once forgave him for this crime of his and always reminded his own son of how awful he was. That he was not only a pure evil person, a curse casted upon him, his sister and their entire family but also a killer. To think he was not only that but a sick and twisted person lusting over his childhood best friend was something that sent shivers down his spine. So he could only hide his feelings, bottling them up and hoping they wouldn't come crashing down on what he had built up all these past years; his unbreachable facade.