The Perfect Crime || BoyxBoy

Eyes Don't Lie

Monday, 19th September 2016

Kim Jongin stood under the shower with eyes closed and lips pursed in a straight line as the scalding water dampened his brown hair, turning it into a darker color before it ran down his naked torso in rivers as he hummed a random, rather out of tune melody loudly much to the annoyance of the male guard stationed outside his cubicle as it was the same tune that the patient kept humming every time he went into the shower.

The guard, having had enough of waiting for Kim Jongin to come out for the last thirty minutes, impatiently knocked on the door and the humming immediately ceased as only the trickling of water resounded in the empty men's washroom let alone for the two male's inside.

Gulping, he stuttered, "Kim Jongin? You've been in there for long enough. Your session with your doctor is supposed to start in ten minutes. Please, come out and get ready."

In all the years the guard had worked at the mental institute, he had never before been so tense and had a nerve-wracking moment unlike the mornings and the evenings when he had to take Kim Jongin to the washroom for the male to clean himself, and due to the many fights that had occurred because of the tanned male in the washroom, he had to be taken at a different time when no one else was present in order to avoid a bloody riot and broken bones.

The door immediately opened and the guard heaved a sigh in relief as he turned to face the patient who walked out naked and dripping wet. At once, the guard looked away embarrassed but Jongin wasn't fazed by the least that he was standing in front of the guard with no clothes on.

"Did you say something?" Kim Jongin asked in a neutral tone as he stared at the embarrassed guard.

"Y – your session with you doctor is starting in ten minutes and you have to get ready soon," the guard squeaked.

Jongin smiled wickedly at the other male's reaction before he composed himself once again. "I expect you to look at me when you're talking to me."

Sighing heavily, the guard wearily turned his head at the naked male and locked their gazes. It was a real pain to know that Jongin wanted to always, always, maintain eye contact when speaking and being spoken to.

Jongin smiled a little in satisfaction. "Good, now, did you say something?"

"Your session with the doctor is starting in ten minutes, so, please get ready, Kim Jongin."

Jongin tilted his head. "But, I haven't applied shampoo yet."

The guard gulped, "Well, you've been under the shower for quite a long time, so I'm pretty sure it's not necessary."

Jongin's gaze narrowed on the guard as if a hunter locking his aim on a target. "But... I haven't applied shampoo yet."

The guard fidgeted nervously under the stare. "But you need to get ready for your session!"

Jongin stayed silent for a few seconds before he repeated, "But... I haven't. Applied shampoo. Yet."

The guard took a step back and sighed exasperatedly. "Fine, fine, go apply shampoo and finish fast or else I'm gonna lose my job," the guard sighed in defeat, muttering the last line under his breath.

Jongin nodded and went back into the cubicle and the guard let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in. Soon, the sound of gushing water started again, accompanied by a random, rather out of tune humming of a melody, much to the annoyance of the guard stationed outside Kim Jongin's cubicle as he continued to wait.

Thirty minutes later, when the guard's patience was wearing thin, the shower stopped and he heard the ruffling of clothes and he sent a prayer of thanks to the heavens above. About three minutes later of the sound of clothes rubbing against skin and the unbroken humming of the melody, Kim Jongin stepped out wearing a grey V-neck shirt that exposed his collar bones, pair of blue, baggy jeans that barely clung to his waist with his hair dripping wet.