[Heart] Thief

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Special Chapter
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|| Yifan's Home

|| Yixing's Room

|| Few years before everything

Jongin was laying ontop of the soothing silk blankets. His head resting upon a sushi shaped pillow which was pretty comfortable. He was doing what he hated doing most, deeply thinking. Of course, yes, thinking is normal. But Jongin doesn't think of it like that because he never really comes to matter of such brain requirement. Yet the situation he is being placed at the moment, makes him think, think a little too much to be exact.

'What if he ends up liking him?'

'Will he remember about me?'

'Why Yixing?'

'Will he forget me in the end?'

Many questions, with the same purpose ran in his mind. He couldn't help it honestly no matter how ridiculous they sounded. Of course Yixing wasn't going to leave him, nor forget about him. They haven't been together as a couple for long, but know each other like the back of their hands. But worries still fill Jongin's mind. Practically eating at him. Making him ball up in the bed sheets, tears forming in his eyes and some even falling in giants pools. Staining the silk bed sheets and his now pink tainted cheeks.

"Jongin?" Someone spoke up. The tanned male quickly stood up and whipped his tears. He wasn't supposed to be here yet, there was still about half an hour left before the meeting was about to finally end. "Why are you crying?" The new comer asked again. Jongin just looked ahead and not anywhere near the door. "I-" he took a deep breath in, "I'm fine." Oh god he could have done better. His voice trembled on every edge of vocalization. "S-Sorry I . . . Well uhm-" "Jongin, Jongin," the males says again but this times his voice is very close. When Jongin opens his eyes he realizes that he is right infront of him. His hands cupping his cheeks and thumps whipping the tears that he didn't realize were falling again. He was shaking but his sobs were dying down after a while only becoming small pants.
"Yixing," Jongin murmered softly as he leaned into the touch, more conscious of his surroundings. "Yes baby?" Yixing whispered. "You won't leave me right?" Jongin asked as he placed his right hand ontop of Yixing's whose right hand was still on Jongin's cheeks. The chinese male looked at the younger male wrist, I want to die it read. Yixing frowned sadly, Jongin thought about it so much that one day it appeared inked on his skin as a way of escape. Just like alot of tattoos on his skin, some in which he was not proud of.

Yixing leans closer and rest his forehead against Jongin's softly shaking his head against the other, "Of course not, no matter what, you will be, and are, my number one." Jongin sniffled, "Really?" Yixing chuckled and nodded against the other forehead, "Yes really, whatever made you think I wouldn't?" Jongin sighed going over in his memory of the small discussion he and Yifan had.

"You were the one who talked to Yifan before the meeting right?" Yixing asked with worry lingering in his voice. Jongin looked down and casted his eyes on the wooden floor. "Maybe," he said softly, oh so quietly but still loud enough so Yixing could here the small squeak and tremble in his word. Yixing sighed and hugged Jongin, "Oh Jongin, I'm not mad. Why would I be? I was worried, afraid that he said or worst did something to you while in that state. He almost talked Junmyeon down if it wasn't for all the years of practice in holding everything in and spitting back twice as hard." Jongin sniffled and chuckled lightly, "He isn't the mentally strongest out of all of us for a reason." "Dont forget the monster of the group," Yixing added causing Jongin to giggle and a small smile to form on his lips.