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by lovejjong

by lovejjong

Araki sits next to Soraru, a hand holding his tightly as he pressed a kiss to Soraru's forehead. "Hey, baby boy," he mumbles against the younger's skin, making him giggle a little. "Hey, you," Soraru replied softly, his eyes fluttering close as a small sigh escapes his parted lips. He loved moments like this- when both of them are on break from studies. Araki would usually pay him a ton of attention- and Soraru loved it.
"Let's go eat, hmm?" Araki asked, and Soraru nods, allowing Araki to pull him up and tug him toward the direction the older desires. It's their one month anniversary tomorrow, Soraru reminded himself as a small goofy smile takes over his face. He is certain that Araki will do something special so he should do the same to his boyfriend, as well. "What's with that smile, baby?" Araki laughs, when he managed to get them both into a small cozy restaurant, seated and ready to order.
Soraru glanced through the menu, settling down on a plate of chicken chop, while Araki ordered lamb chop. As they waited for their food, they made small talk, and eventually, Soraru whines lowly. "I should eat so much- I think I'm gaining weight," the younger sighs, propping his head on his hand as he pondered about the statement. "Oh?" Araki asked offhandedly, glancing at Soraru.
"Mhm," Soraru nods, continuing, "-I gained around 2kg, I need to slim down, I think." Araki smiles. "Of course you do, baby." Soraru missed the sinister tone in his boyfriend's voice- instead, he frowned down at himself. "Really?" He asked, and Araki nodded, almost gleefully. "Yeah, I think you're getting fatter and fatter, Soraru," he says, and Soraru pouts. The younger raised his hand to call for the waiter to cancel his order, his want to eat dissipating. Araki just watched, a sly glint in his eyes as he watched Soraru fiddle with his fingers.
When his food arrived, Araki noticed how Soraru is practically salivating over the food, but ignores him, saying a thank-you prayer before digging in. Soraru digs his nails into the palms of his hands in order to stop from asking for some- like Araki says, he has to slim down. So instead, Soraru dropped his head, hair flopping down as he averted his eyes away from the delicious looking food. He busied himself with thought of what tomorrow brings- he is excited for their first anniversary together, as he had planned to give Araki something lovely.

   When Araki dropped Soraru off, with a peck on the forehead and a squeeze around his belly, he waved and sent Soraru home. The younger couldn't stop thinking about Araki's meaningful squeeze around his stomach- indicating that he has excess fat. Maybe a bit too much. Fear and anxiety pricked at him uncomfortably as he rushed up to his room, slamming the door and standing in front of his full-body mirror.
   He twisted and turned in front of mirror, his fingers pinching the excess fat. Araki is right- he is too fat. Tears pricked his eyes as he recalled the times his parents or a family relative would call him out for being too fat and not as slim as his brother, Neru. He bit his lip as he slid down the mirror, back against it. His mind was all about his brother- how slim, how handsome and smart is he. Unlike him, a total failure and struggling to reach his parents' expectations. In fact, Soraru was surprised that he actually got confessed to by Araki, since he had always thought that the senior is totally straight. Soraru is ugly and fat and everything a person doesn't want in a lover- he is a little clingy and childish, suffers from anxiety and depression. So when Araki confessed, Soraru had widened his eyes and ran away, heart pounding in his ears.
   Soraru went to sleep that night with a beautiful smile adorning his lips, thinking about Araki.

The next day, Soraru woke up a little too early, his fingers finding his phone and checking the time. 10.00 in the morning. Soraru widened his eyes in shock, springing up immediately once he found out that he has merely one hour before Araki picks him up. The young man rushed into the bathroom, getting ready and grabbing a small gift box he planned on giving Araki as a one month anniversary present.
A bright smile on his face, Soraru waited for Araki to pick him up, but the older never came. Soraru waited with a frown- it had been two hours since their appointed time, but Soraru refuses to give up. He believed that Araki is just late, that he forgot the time. His hopes were answered when he saw the familiar red car pull up at his driveway, and Araki stepped out, but in nothing Soraru have ever seen before. Instead of wearing a long sweater and jeans, Araki is dressed in a ripped shirt, and leather pants. Soraru gaped at him, before pushing the nagging feeling that something is wrong away, walking towards Araki.
However, the sight of a girl stepping out from the car as well stopped Soraru in his tracks. A goofy smile was frozen on his face as Soraru looked at them both confusedly. The girl has curly black hair, green eyes sparkling and dressed in a leather skirt and crop top. Araki and her looked incredibly well together, and Soraru remembered feeling the pain in his chest as he looked back and forth between them.
"Who..is this?" He hoped his voice didn't crack as he looked at Araki. The girl laughed, a pretty little sound, before sliding her fingers across Araki's chest. "I'm his girlfriend," she replies, a grin taking over her face as she looked at Soraru, who is starting to piece everything together. "Then-" his voice cracked, very much like his heart, when Araki smirked. "You actually thought I'm being serious?" The older asked, voice filled with disgust and laughter. Soraru had never heard his boyfriend sound so sinister before. "What do you mean?" He asked, his anxiety building up. "I mean, this is just a joke. A dare. I never loved you. I'm straight, not a fucking faggot!"
The last blow stabbed him deep in his heart, as he heard the one word he hated.

Faggot.

That's the day his self-hate grew in magnitude.

Sorry I can't make it yesterday, here you go ^^ it's all flashback tho.
-aru