Hell Hole

Chapter Seventeen.

They arrived at Chris's room, the Man pushing the door open and shutting it with his heel in a quick manner, "It's quite warm today isn't it?"

"What did you want to say to me?" Jeongin queried, sitting on the edge of Chris's bed. He scuffed his shoes off and brought his knees to his chest, breathing quite heavily from the past occurrences with those dreadful men.

"Nothing, really," Chris set his water bottle on the edge of his desk, taking a seat beside the younger, "I just needed to break up that fight." He leaned forward, cupping Jeongin's cheeks in his hands sweetly, "Why were you arguing with him back there, Jeongin? You need to stop getting all worked up..."

"That Man, the one that looks homely," Jeongin leaned against Chris's gentle touch, "He said that He wanted to kill me..." He looked up at him with soft, childlike eyes, unwinding into his hold. He was terrified, and despite his dreams, he felt so safe in his arms. His heart beating against his chest rapidly.

Chris hummed, "He's weird, isn't he?" He edged forward, brushing his lips against the lobe of his ear, "Mr. Seo said it was because he lost his department job in China and then went crazy..."

Jeongin shuddered, breathing out a sigh, "Chris," He snaked his arms around his neck, looking at him longingly, "It's been so long, please just..."

"I was waiting for you to want me again," Chris murmured, "You have no idea how long I've wanted this again, just to feel you..." His lips grazed against his neck, kissing down it in an unhurried fashion.

"God," Jeongin whimpered, so sensitive from lack of touch, "Wait- We, We can't," He suddenly blurted, his hands twirling against his shirt, "We can't. Stop-"

Chris cooed, the tips of his fingers tracing over the Boy's arms, "And why's that?" He challenged, his complexion gentle, trying his best to just calm him to get what He craved.

"I," Jeongin sputtered, "I still haven't broken up with my girlfriend," His cheeks flushed, "I'm sorry, we- I'm meeting with her soon to talk things over, I'm sorry-"

Chris froze, the color depleting from his skin, "Oh." He smiled tightly, "But you've never cared before..." He shoved the boy down onto the bed, confining him against it with his arms, "Why do you just suddenly care about her? You act as if I haven't already fucked you..." He heaved, grabbing for his wrists and clamping them over his head, waiting in utter silence.

Jeongin identified that He was irritated almost instantly, trying to unfold from his grasp just for his grip to promptly fasten. His eyes widened in fear, his bottom lip trembling, "Chris, please..." He tried to twist out of his grip frantically, "Don't do this-"

"I asked you a question, did I not?" Chris retorted, fringing closer. He blew a hot puff of air against his neck, his lips pressing against the milky, ready to be stained skin, "I'm waiting for a clear response."

"Just let me go!" Jeongin cried out, his breathing quickening, "Please," He pleaded, tears blurring his eyesight, "Please, Hyung," He trembled like a scared little puppy, kneeing the latter's abdomen, "Don't hurt me, I'm begging you-"

"Just answer the question," Chris hushed, his grip ultimately lessening, "I won't hurt you, Honey..." His eyes examined every detail of his face. "What's the matter? Why are you going to cry?"

"I- Don't you get that... I like the way you touch me!" Jeongin exclaimed as tears seeped down his cheeks, "The way it just feels so good to be with you sometimes?" He jerked out of his hands, "You said you knew me better than myself, how didn't you fucking realize that?"

"I did," Chris snickered against him cockily, "I just wanted to hear you say it." He uttered slyly, "Are you still sure you don't want to, Honey?"

Jeongin laid back against the bed, shaking his head faintly, "I," He stumbled over his words, wiping his tears with the back If his hand, "I want you so badly..."