Despicable! • JUNHAO

PART ELEVEN.

「ｍｉｎｇｈａｏ」

They're beginning to ask questions.
Everyone around me, has some question with answers that only can be found through me.

Such a shame I'll go down with them.

Another night has arrived where Jun and I lay, our philosophies mixing and blending until we don't know the belong of any and every thought.

I try to stay open minded every talk— being receptive to every aspect of everything— and yet I always always come back to the way that my life has been euphoric since I have met Junhui.

"Though this must be a tiring promise of mine, but you keep me sane. I can't remember the last time I remained away from being manic.. it's like your face has replaced the thoughts that would've interferes with others fates."

I sigh and roll onto my stomach, snuggling my chin between my arms which lay on Jun's chest. And yet— he huffs.

"Jun, are you irritated?" Though I know the answer, I wish he would say no, would rub my cheek, and tell me I would never. Irritate him.
There's so many things I wish he would do.

"Honestly, yeah."

My heart swells.

"I don't think I've been this open to anybody in my life, and yet.. yet you talk so cryptic. I understand how.. quickly, I suppose, you've grown a yearning to be near me. I won't ignore it. I'd only imagine that your secrecy means you fear losing me? Am I right?"

Another thing that has my hypnotized by Junhui, not only can he not help from speaking his mind, but his mind knows everything it possibly can.

Unless those possibilities are hidden by me, of course.

"You know you are."

"You just can't manage to keep your feelings on the low, Minghao."

I feel my heart pulse harder, and my thoughts urge me to act upon my desires.

I always tend to listen.

Upon this, I push my hands against his flat chest, lifting myself to hover slightly over his body, which lays peacefully on the futon.

"You're smarter than that, Jun. Now now, I imagine you already know that it's not my intention to hide this.." I trail off, losing my train of thought to the way that he looks
at me.

Into me.

With a jolt, he finally sits up all the way, interlocking our lips in one swift motion.

I don't wait for us to accelerate, god I can't even imagine waiting any longer for this. I swing my leg over his crotch to place myself fully onto his lap, and pull him closer with the material of his shirt.

Our intimacy makes the air around us warm, each passing moment growing more intense—

My eyes pop open— I can feel Junhuis strong hands around my neck, tightening, now mimicking the tightening of my lower reign.

"Fuck—!" I whine, and at the same time he manages to slide his tongue into the shallow of my mouth.

It's almost too much to take, until a hand is removed from my throat and is pushed into my chest, sending me onto the other end of the bed and Jun on top of me.

Finally, I catch my breath now that we're looking at each other and not eating each other.

"If you like the taste of that, then it's about time you open up to me more, Putz"

That's when I decide.

The same impulsiveness that drives me to the secrets that I keep, will ultimately be the impulse that reveals them to the person I love the most.

How early for such intense love one might think— and maybe they would be right.

But in such love, I decide now.
I push on his chest.

"Come on then, Jun. Let me take you to my secrets."

As we walk silently down the hall, I feel a cold air surround me. A shadow. A monumental weight in my legs, begging me not to show him.

But I have to.

Even if it's the end.

I stop once at the end, and Junhui looks at the parallel doors, left then right. I kiss him, slowly for a moment, before dropping my head with my hand on his chest.

I squeeze my eyes shut, and point a finger at the left door.

"Come now Jun. open the door. Brace your feelings and open the door."

And he does.

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