BL ONESHOTS NO.5

¹⁰⁹⁰Fuma x Kai

"Admit it, Kai, just admit it."

"Admit what, that I'm scared, that I've been hurt so many times that it makes me want to fucken die by the hand of my torturer?"

Fuma's eyes searched Kai's, a storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface. He had always been the one to keep their relationship afloat, the rock in the storm that was Kai's tumultuous life. But tonight, his patience was wearing thin. They stood in the middle of their cluttered living room, the walls papered with the echoes of past arguments and unspoken fears.

"I just want you to be honest with me," Fuma said, his voice tight with tension. He stepped closer, invading the space that fear had created between them. "You can't keep pretending like everything's fine, Kai. We're in this together."

Kai looked away, his jaw clenched. He knew Fuma was right. For two years, they had danced around the darkness that had settled in the corner of their hearts. Two years of pretending that love could conquer all, that their bond was unbreakable. But the cracks were starting to show, and the weight of his secrets was becoming too much to bear.

"Fine," Kai said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You want the truth? I'm fucking terrified of losing you. Every time you look at me like that, every time you say my name like it's a question, I feel like I'm losing you. Like I'm just another one of the many people who've hurt you."

Fuma reached out, his hand trembling as it found Kai's shoulder. He could feel the warmth of Kai's skin through his shirt, the tension coiled in his muscles like a spring ready to snap. He didn't know how to respond, so he just held on, offering what comfort he could.

"I don't blame you," Kai continued, his voice shaking. "But I need you to trust me. To know that I'm here, that I'm not going anywhere."

The room grew quiet, the only sound the steady tick of the clock on the wall. Fuma's grip tightened, his heart racing as he waited for Kai to say more. But Kai just stood there, his eyes welling with tears that refused to fall.

"You can tell me anything," Fuma assured him, his voice gentle. "We can face it together."

Kai took a deep breath, his eyes finding Fuma's again. There was something in the way Fuma looked at him, something that made him feel seen and understood, something that made him want to let go of all his fears. He took a step forward, closing the gap between them, and leaned into Fuma's embrace.

"Okay," Kai murmured into his chest. "Okay."

And as they held each other, the storm inside Kai's heart began to quiet. The weight of his secrets lifted just a little, and he felt the warmth of Fuma's love surrounding him like a blanket. They stood there, their hearts beating in sync, as they promised to face the world together, come what may.

But outside their sanctuary, the shadows grew longer, hinting at the battles yet to come. And though they didn't know it yet, their love would be tested in ways they couldn't even begin to imagine.

Days turned into weeks, and the air between them grew heavier with the unspoken. Fuma tried to ignore the doubt that gnawed at the edges of his mind, but it was like trying to hold back the tide. He noticed the way Kai's smiles didn't quite reach his eyes anymore, the way he flinched when Fuma touched him without warning.

One evening, as Fuma was cooking dinner, the phone rang. Kai's hand hovered over the receiver, his heart racing. It was a number he didn't recognize. Fuma watched him, the spatula in his hand poised over the sizzling pan. "You gonna get that?"

Kai nodded, his throat dry. He picked up the phone, his voice shaking as he said hello. The voice on the other end was cold, unfamiliar, and yet, it sent a chill down his spine. "Is Fuma there?"