Chapter 2

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It took him a full half hour to settle down. His crying had finally subsided, but throughout the time of his breakdown Junhui remained in the cramped position, never once leaving the embrace and continuing his words and touches of comfort.

It had helped – a lot.

And it was probably the reason as to why Jeonghan now felt like a horrid ass. He stared blurry eyed at Junhui who just smiled at him and rubbed his cheek, wiping away the wetness and pressing his lips to each eye lid. The man was too sweet, that he knew, for Junhui, despite his playboy manner and greasiness, was a very kind and loving person, and it was because of his pure nature that his conquests had always managed to fall in love with him.

"I'm sorry," he shuddered, before pressing his eyes closed and letting his final bout of his tears trickle down. "So very sorry Jun. I don't deserve you."

He heard Junhui sigh and felt the man's arms wrap around him once more. Jeonghan thought it was an embrace, but Junhui only picked up his lighter form, and in his silent shock, had carried him to the near by room that was reserved for only special guests. It was more of a bedroom, and when Junhui made for him to sit down on the wide expanse of the couch, he felt the very light slap that tapped his cheek.

"Dummy," he hissed out, blowing air in his face. "Now what the hell prompted you to say that you didn't deserve me. And you're apologizing for what? Crying?"

Jeonghan hook his head.

"No, I'm sorry because I'm a horrible friend and soul mate. You're always doing things for me, whereas I'm always causing you trouble. I don't deserve you."

Junhui sat down beside him and pushed his head down onto his lap, immediately threading his fingers into Jeonghan's hair. He waited till the other was calm upon his thighs, and then began speaking.

"When I first saw you that day, in the café, I was like, fuck, that dude's pretty. You were stunning you know. But your hair was black then, and it made you look even paler and more fragile. I remember thinking that your boyfriend would kick any person's ass for looking at you.

But as I watched more closely, as you got your coffee, you had this haughtiness to you, an arrogance. You weren't just any pretty little thing. You could stand up for yourself. You certainly didn't need someone fighting your battles. Your face was certainly cold, and your beauty itself is enough to make any man afraid. Who wouldn't? You were definitely intimidating that day all clothed in black. And it's hard for a man to control his prick when staring at your face and body."

Junhui chuckled.

"But I still continued watching. I finally saw your eyes, when you turned. They were wide and deep and clouded. And I realized my first assessment was rather the true one. You were fragile, and I had seen more than I could have handled. You were broken, not beyond repair, but definitely close enough to be considered so. I realized that what I had begun to think, was probably what many others had thought. Cold, pretty face, cute body – he's just perfect for a quick fuck. He'll be hard to maintain, and hard to keep. Probably a little hot bitch that thinks he's all that. Meh, a good fuck is all you're gonna get it."

Jeonghan stiffened but Junhui kept playing with his hair.

"And then your eyes met mines. I could see into your soul, I swear Han. I swear you swallowed me whole and I knew then, that we were soulmates. I felt as though I came into that old little café for the sole purpose of meeting you. I wanted to reach over and wrap my arms around you, kiss you and then tell you it'll be okay, because the world is full of assholes, and a person like you were always bound to attract many of them.

You were watching me so intently, and I wondered if you felt it, the pull and warmth and fucking mutuality. I waved you over, and to my delight you did come over. You sat down, fiddling with your cup, and looked shyly at me with this cute little smile and blush and I wanted to lean over and pinch your cheeks and cuddle you, because I knew you wouldn't show this part of yourself for any and any person.

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