Kian wasn't always the most secure person, maybe it had to do with the flighty responses or the way he could never sit quite still.
With Jc though he was softer, gentle aorund the edges. Breathier with his nerves.
Jc kept his guard down, they were moving back in together. It wasn't much of circumstance rather than convenience. Kian would call it something else.
Jc couldn't care less.
***
"Tell me when"
"When Kian, when. Yo I've been standing here for ten minutes, let it go."
They were clearing out Kian's flat, Jc stood at the bottom of the stairwell while Kian threw down smaller things for him to catch.
It wasn't exactly safe, especially when they got to glassware.
Kian was dangling the frame off the second story, the frame perched precariously against his fingertips. Jc could see the off shaded colours, it wouldn't matter much if the frame broke.
Twenty five dollars down the drain, but he'd get an annoyed Kian. Which is a lot more pricey in comparison.
"Drop it Ki, I'll catch it."
"If you break this, I'll break your neck"
"Ya ya, we'll commemorate the o2l pictures. Promise"
He smiled gently before letting the frame go, Jc caught the frame by the edge. The wooden part splintered into his finger as the glass stayed intact.
"Fuck" a drop of blood slipped onto the frame across a picture of the two of them.
Smiling carelessly with blood marring their faces now.
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You are mine. Mine.
FanfictionIt doesn't make a difference. Everything is already set in stone. He is mine. Only mine.
