Harmless. (boyxboy/sequel to Priceless)

Chapter 1.

Joon's POV.

“DEADPOOL SMASH!” the game character yelled as I kept pressing the buttons of my controllers to kill all the bastards in the area. My hands were good enough to play, even though the second one was broken from wrist to elbow. Technically, it was shot, but the bullet had passed right through my bone, thus fracturing it.

The videogame was given to me by Aiden, who returned yesterday from his honeymoon with Noel. They did marry, and of course, I was invited to their wedding.

Did I go? I did. Of course I went; after all, Aiden and I suddenly became best friends and I had to go. I didn’t really think about it until now, but … I suppose I’ve been friendzoned the moment my crush put a ring on his finger.

A deep sigh left my pale lips as I continued playing, slightly amused by Deadpool’s crazy personality. Since I was on medical leave, I had all the time in the world to go out with friends and drink in the local pub. Unfortunately, I don’t do that – neither have I friends, nor the needed alcohol tolerance. I didn’t really want to go outside, too. Everything seemed dull and gray, and I suppose that’s so because I’m slightly heartbroken by Aiden’s marriage.

Not that I would’ve stopped him if I could. I’m not that type of a guy, I suppose. I try to act tough, but in the end, I back away. My bark is worse than my bite.

My phone rang for the third time today, but I didn’t pick it up. Naturally. I knew who was calling, and I didn’t want to talk to him right now. I just want to be alone. I’m not depressed, I’m just fond of being on my own right now, play games all day, rest and watch TV.

Or, in other words, I’d rather do everything else but talk to him.

“Give it up already …” I mumbled under my breath as the phone rang for a fourth time. When I didn’t pick it up, I thought he had finally finished trying, but turns out he was only beginning.

Next was my fax.

I nearly jumped from the ground when I heard the machine click and print lists. I often forgot to turn the damn thing off, and here I was, getting assaulted by my ‘best friend forever’ with some … questions?

I walked towards the machine, limping on one leg, and took the lists curiously. They really were questions! Weird ones, at that.

‘Do you think that fate or destiny plays a role in love?’

‘Do you believe in love-at-first-sight?’

‘Do you think finding your ‘true love’ is possible?’

“W..What the hell?” A moment after I spoke, my phone rang again and I felt obliged to pick up. I quickly took it and sat on the couch – the lists in one hand, while the phone in the other. Of course, the name of the caller was Aiden. I should rename him to ‘Stubborn motherfuскer” soon, for future reference.

“Hey, you picked up!” I could feel his smile through the phone and sighed, rolling my eyes.

“Well, no 8hit.”

“Did you get my test?”

“Yeah, I did. What’s going on?” I asked, trying to keep my tone normal. I couldn’t deny that my heart skipped a beat each time he spoke, but that was something I had to get accustomed to. After all, it was only one-sided.

“Just answer the questions, okay? Try to answer them as honestly as possible, and when you’re done, call me. It doesn’t matter what time it is, just call me, I’m always here for you.”

“R-right, whatever.” I felt my skin shiver from his romantic words and gulped. Come on, get a hold of yourself.

“Tomorrow, you’ll meet me by Mon Chéri. Bring the test, too!”

“Wait, the cafe? But I don’t … have the time.”

“Don’t lie to me, you have a lot of time on your hands right now. W-well, on your hand.”

“It’s not amputated, Croft, don’t talk like I’ve lost it.”

“Anyway, promise you’ll come. I know you don’t want to go out, but … please, Sheriff. Promise me you’ll come.” He pleaded. Aiden always had this beautiful voice which mesmerized me, in a way. I just couldn’t say no …

“L-Look, I’ll think about it—“

“I’ll be waiting! Eleven and thirty in the morning, okay?”

“Sure …” I sighed and gave up. Why was I even fighting it? I loved Aiden, I couldn’t refuse even if he asked me to kill myself. In fact, I found myself wishing for that these days. I tried getting myself to do it, but I suppose I can’t. If, on the other hand, Aiden tells me to do it, I would’ve done it a thousand times by now. Too bad he would never wish for my death.

“Hey … I miss you.” He softly whispered through the phone, and my heart simply froze in horror. Don’t do this. Don’t make me fall for you even more …

“Y-Yeah, we’ll see each other tomorrow.”

“I’m eager to see you.”

“Right, well, I’ll go see to that test, tell Noel I said hi.” I said, and Aiden quietly chuckled on the other side of the phone. His laugh, his smile, his everything was driving me crazy. I’m losing it.

“Goodnight, Sheriff.”

“G-Goodnight.”

I quickly hanged up and breathed out the air I had unknowingly held in my lungs. God, that was … one of the most exhausting conversations I’ve ever had, and because Aiden sounded so sexy and husky at the end, I couldn’t help but obey his every word. He was just … so dominating. I can’t deny I had a thing for that.

Blushing, I quickly took a pen and read all the questions, raising my eyebrows higher with every next one. What on Earth was Croft planning to do with my answers?!

I started from the first ones. They were about ten questions, so I thought I should answer each one in their respective order.

Good thing the questions had an ‘A,B,C’ type of answer. I couldn’t quite write right now, even if I wanted to. Besides, it was easier to answer with a predefined choice, which, in my case, was a ‘Yes’, a ‘No’ and a “Somewhat’.

1)‘Do you think that fate or destiny plays a role in love?’

“Well, I’d say … Somewhat?” I mumbled, circling the last answer. I’m actually an atheist, but destiny has little to do with God in my opinion.

2)‘Do you believe in love-at-first-sight?’

No.

3)‘Do you think finding your ‘true love’ is possible?’

To be honest, true love wasn’t really a realistic way of thinking. True love is a matter of far too many things, so it can’t really be summed up in one definition. Like a quote from a certain someone, ‘To define true love, would be to ruin it's purity, therefore, It has no definition.’

So, in other words … No. Even if it was possible, for a guy like me, true love was lost a long time ago. I’m a grown-ass man, I don’t fancy stuff like that.

Or at least, that’s what I think …

AN: Alrighty, after a lot of thinking and a few requests from my followers, I decided to post this story! I care about my readers, and when they ask me to do something, I will give it my best. I hope I won't delete the story because of my mood swings and I will try to update it regularly! With that being said, enjoy the first chapter ~