Peter Pan and his Lost Boy // Jian AU

6.

•°Kian's POV°•

By the time I wake up its already dark outside. The room around me is pitch black, the air humid and hot. I can feel the sweat all over my body and I slowly peel the blanket off. The need to shower once again hits me and I stand to check my duffle bag. Thankfully, the blue bag was once again full of my clothes, this time clean and smelling strongly of detergent. I bring one of the shirts to my face and inhale deeply, smiling slightly when I realized this was one of the undertones I smelt earlier today. When Jc sat close to me this morning, the smell of lemons and mints invaded my senses. I would stay here forever if it meant smelling that heavenly mixture on a daily.

With clothes in hand, I blindly search for the door. Once my hand connects with the cold knob, I start feeling the wall around the door, looking for the light switch. Once the light fills the room, I realize the other bed is empty, but still looks slept in like it did this morning. Good, maybe it'll stay empty for the next two weeks that I'm stuck here. The fan starts spinning overhead and the cool air makes me sigh in relief. Not even two seconds after I sit back down on the bed, a loud knock echoes throughout the room.

"Uhh...come in?" I answer, unsure of what to say. I mean if the other person residing in this room waited until I was awake to come in here, he really shouldn't have. This was his room first after all...

To my surprise, Jc walks in. He was again basically naked, gym shorts were the only thing separating him from being completely exposed, and he is still wearing that breath taking smile. How does he always seem so happy. I bet you he's on some type of drug. No one is this happy voluntarily.

"How are you feeling?" He questions, deciding once again to invade my personal space, and sitting across from me on the bed. This time I really don't mind because it gave me a chance to really look at him. Earlier, I was panicked, distracted, and not in a situation where looking, really looking at him would've benefitted me. But, sitting criss cross on this bed, his body in the same position except a couple inches away, I couldn't help myself. I started with his eyes, that way it looked like I was paying attention to whatever he was saying. Deep brown irises stared right back at me and I felt like he could see all my secrets in my equally brown eyes. That caused me to move down to his lips. Even though they were cracked and chapped from the winter air, they were the most kissable things I've ever seen in my life. Just the thought of being so lucky of earning one of his kisses gets my heart pounding against my chest. I was about to keep looking down when one of his large hands clamped down on my shoulder, shaking me from my thoughts.

"Did you hear me?" He asks, a sudden tenseness entering the air. "Guess not," he sighs, removing his hand from my shoulder, and running it through his curly thick hair. "I just wanted to inform you of your roommates uh...condition."

"Wait...you mean people here really do have actual problems?" I question rather loudly. I honestly had thought they just said that to make me feel better about myself and agree to stay for a little bit longer.

"Yes," he gets out finally through gritted teeth. I can see the anger in his eyes at my comment, and it disappears quickly. But, it does take him a couple minutes to recollect himself.

"I-I'm sorry," I mumble, deciding the best place for my eyes at the moment were on my hands that are folded in my lap.

"It's okay, Kian, I promise. I'm just very protective of my boys," he reassures me. A wave of jealously hits me like a train. My boys. I could be one of those boys if I wasn't so fucking stubborn. It's too bad that I need to keep my eyes on what I need to do. They'll be time later in life to connect with other people. That time isn't now though. I need to focus on getting on my own two feet after Daniel pushed me down and is doing his damnedest to make sure I stay that way. Relying on other people will be my downfall through this. Mostly because anyone can be easily persuaded by a couple thousand dollars.