turn ons

Chapter-26

A month has passed but the chirping on his window, sneaking thru the cracks calling out to him still remained the same, flowing in a melody that didn't take long to reach the one laying on the cold floor, one arm protecting his eyes from the  sunlight and the other covered in paint with a pallette layed next to him, a deep groan left his mouth when a fluffy fur waved on his face, tiny whimpers breaking his slumber, he couldn't help but smile at the efforts of the tiny guy trying to wake him up, pushing his weight on one hand he got up , hair messed but still staying in the minie bun, he sighed pushing the hair strands off his face, his eyes meeting the shiny morning view creeping from his window with 3 birds staring inside the room as if waiting for something. Not something very new to him.

He ruffled the soft fur of the tiny annoying guy, looking around himself to see the mess he created last night, a few different size brushes laying around with droppings of red and blue paint on the white tiles, his lazy eyes weren't fazed by the mess as if he was used to it all, used to often opening his eyes in the said room, with a aching body that felt more like a rock tied to his soul, mind fogy like it had only a one thought that repeated on and on till he could barely be aware of anything else but the strokes of the brushes on the empty canvas filling his sorrowful nights.

The loud woof echoed in the room, pulling him out of his thoughts in a instant, he sighed giving the dog a last pet before he pulled his body towards the window, gliding the door open scaring away a few birds in process, he detached the feeder from the glass, filling it up with many different kind of seeds and attached it back in, the birds didn't wait for the window to shut before diving in the seeds calling back the birds that flew away, the gentle smile spread on his tired face, finding a comfort in watching those tiny creatures filling their tummy.

"Woof!!" Another angry sound came from the dog

"I know I'm hungry too."

He started walking carefully with the cloud between his legs, wagging the floofy tail in air but before his feet can cross the border separately the rooms, his eyes peaked behind helplessly, falling on the painted canvas, his throat tightened, the innocent eyes were looking his way holding a gaze he can barely explain, the tiny bit of shine was more beautiful than any stars he has laid his eyes on, they were calling for him, as if wanting to swallow hyunjin whole and he would've gladly give himself up if it meant to please that face, hyunjin hated himself for letting that tear run down his cheek to the cold floor, he wasn't strong enough to look at that face and not feel his yearning thumping in his chest.

He forced his body out the room, ignoring the lump in his throat, making his way to the bathroom with the blurry vision, he didn't care how he almost knocked down the lamp sitting on the edge as if one wrong move and it'll shattered into pieces, his one hand grabbed the side of his black lose shirt, pulling it up, revealing the honey tanned skin, tonned back muscles as if it were to be carved by an artist that made his whole life purpose to carve the most perfect structure of his but snaching the attention away was a mark that looked like it was slit by the sharpest knife tattooing the left side of hyujins waist, pushing the black painted door shut he let his troubled self get washed away with the warm runny water.

The door bell rang more than it should've, irritating the hell out of hyunjin who didn't care to put on his clothes and just walked over to greet the person with just the dark blue towel wrapped around his slim waist tightly and securely, he sure didn't need to expect anyone else when the door opened to reveal the guy striking a pose with his one hand on waist and the other in the air showing off the bag full of snacks like it was a trophy, while still serving the nonchalant expression like a cheery on top adding to hyunjins annoyance, he shook his head stepping back to give space for the guy to step in with his dirty shoes.