"angels you see filled with desire"
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
You can beat time, catch him off guard, but at a major cost.
And Chan did.
Time wasn't ready to take him away, but Chan forced him too, despite everything he'd be leaving behind. Chan won against time once, and he knew he'd never do it again because even a win requires substantial loss.
"He answered me," Chan said as he grabbed the iPad from Jeongin's curious fingers. Jeongin huffed in annoyance, his doubts subsided for the moment, but being replaced with anger at the cute guy.
"Flirt," Jeongin suggested, "but just remember what you have sitting next to you," he added with a wink. One that sent furry handcuff flashbacks through his mind. Chan nodded and began to type, very similar to how an elderly woman would do it with her pointer fingers.
"You know I'm a virgin, right?" Jeongin randomly asked, not expecting Chan to choke at the question.
"I mean, I kind of assumed you weren't," Chan stuttered, "not that I think you're a slut or something! You just talk about your ex and I just, ugh, nevermind." Chan looked at Jeongin with apologetic eyes and a blazing blush.
"Well, I guess technically I'm not, but I'd like to say that rape doesn't count."
Jeongin mumbled, hoping Chan didn't hear the last part, but their close proximity not making it easy.
"I'm sorry did you just say rape? And where is this guy now?" Chan asked, the overprotective side of his personality showing as he stared at the frail boy practically laying in his lap.
"Hey, hey, calm down Channie," Jeongin cooed, holding Chan's shaking hand in his own. The man was beyond furious, and it was clear for anyone to see.
"Jeongin, that's so wrong, do you know how wrong that is? What he did to you isn't love or legal!" Chan reasoned, but Jeongin wasn't fighting him. It was all true, and Jeongin knew it as well as everyone else, he just wished he could have told his younger self that.
"I know," he whispered guiltily, "I know because I finally learned what love is."
"What is it?" Chan asked. The mood change in the room compelled him to move forward, and in one swift movement, Jeongin was trapped in Chan's arms.
"Channie," Jeongin gulped nervously, his pupils darting back and forth across Chan's face, which was only inches from his own, "I think I'm in love with you, and I know it's sudden and weird because I've only known you for a few hours but I can feel it. I know that I love you even if I have no idea what love is, or what your favorite color is, or where you came from."
Chan didn't reply but he didn't have too, the look in his eyes said it all.
"It's blue." Chan smiled, his dimples making Jeongin's heart soar. "I'm Australian, and I'm going to be honest, Jeongin, I think I love you, too."
"Channie?" Jeongin mumbled. Chan hummed in response, too lost in the moment to form words. "Can I add something else to my list?"
Chan nodded gently so as not to bang his head against the youngers.
"I want to have my first kiss, my first real kiss."
"How can I help you with that?" Chan asked.
"Kiss me," Jeongin demanded breathlessly, and Chan did. Their lips met in a burst of passion and gentleness that sent Jeongin over the moon. The tender way that Chan's lips latched onto his own made him want more of the angelic being sitting in front of him. So when Chan's tongue slyly prodded its way into his mouth, he made no complaints.
"Channie," Jeongin moaned out as his body was slid on top of Chan's on the old couch he had grown accustomed too. Chan stopped his lustful actions to stare at the beauty that was Yang Jeongin. His face was flushed a light pink, lips swollen and red. The boy's hand was clinging to his hair, giving soft tugs here and there, while his own rested on Jeongin's lower back, slowly sliding downwards.
Jeongin let his lips ghost over Chan's, terrified but excited to see where the situation would go if he reconnected their lips. His mind told him that Chan was just another guy that was going to leave him and use him, but his heart knew that Chan would never do that to him. So for the first time in his life, Jeongin listened to his heart.
