Scene 63 - Chain

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Their gazes simultaneously lowered to a specific area of the next pictures.

That's when it hit Hae Wong.

Horror struck his heart so hard it knocked the breath out of him.

His blood ran ice cold in his veins as his eyes took in the shiny accessory that lay on the nearby coffee table.

He gulped.

For he now saw the jewel and started to grasp the consequences of how the tiniest of his belongings was going to wreck his life totally.

Next to the nearly empty bottles of alcohol and the half-filled glasses, there stood a pretty silver key-ring.

The swivel clasp and spilt ring were nothing but the usual type.

Yet, at the other end of the silver chains hung two engraved precious medallions.

On the smaller one, a prince crown was elegantly hand-carved.

At the extremity of the second chain, the round-edge, circular metal plate was etched with two harmoniously intertwined monograms.

HW & JM.

Now he remembered.

That very night when he had missed him so damn much.

It was just their beginning.

They had not gotten physical yet.

But thinking of him aroused the blonde so much.

He had just started to realize that what he felt was actually more than sexual attraction.

Yet those feelings were so new to him.

It had taken him time to identify what it was.

Time to name it.

Time to own it.

Love.

Never had he felt so vulnerable as Jimin had come to him with the tiny box...

His shy, adorable looks...

The lovely blush on his cheeks ...

And this adorable stutter as he had held the cutely wrapped cube towards him.

It all had gone blurry in his usually sharp mind when he had taken the key-ring out and had seen the key that dangled from it.

His thoughts became even hazier as the angel had started to speak out.

"This is ... the key to my place... I'd like it if you ... came over whenever you feel like it... You see... it's also the key ... to my heart... please take it and keep it safe in your hold..."

Then the cutie had rushed to him to chastely peck him on the cheek.

And all this had left Hae Wong in utter uncertainty about his own feelings...

Why did he suddenly feel like he wanted to protect him?

He didn't want to feel so vulnerable.

It made him feel helpless.

He had tried to drink all the confusing feelings away.

And had ended up with that model.

Just as a way to sort out his feelings and seek some kind of sexual healing.

Some release.

No feelings involved as usual.

But for the very first time, it all had felt bland and dull.

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