Hell Hole

Chapter Twenty-Six.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Jeongin stretched over to shut the blaring alarm off with a soft whine. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes, Chris's arms draping around his waist.

"You're up quite early..." Chris breathed, dragging his lips against his bare skin while he dawdled on, "Are you going to be back early then?"

The blanket that covered them waned down their bodies, leaving them bare.

Jeongin swallowed, shrugging, "I'm not so sure," He perceived as the latter's touch lingered, his fingertips pursuing down his abdomen, "I need to get going-"

"Stay a little longer," Chris bit down onto his soft flesh, licking over the mark that his teeth left, "only a few minutes, c'mon..."

Jeongin halted, "Let go of me," his voice wavered, clawing at his arms until his skin tore and blood stained his nails, "I said let go!"

Chris's grip faltered, promptly sitting up, "Did I hurt you?" He frantically asked, moving to cup his cheeks, "Jeongin, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

Jeongin sniffled, a little smile crawling upon his lips.

Is this what it feels like to be cared about?

He politely shook his head, "No, You didn't hurt me, I just got scared, Hyung."

"Jeongin..." Chris susurrated, sliding his thumbs across his cheekbones in a tender manner, "I will," He twiddled along with his words, taking his time, "I'll never leave you..."

Because Jeongin's heartbeat thrummed, feeling as if the past experiences with the man had entirely vanished, "I need to leave for work," He stated, clambering to his feet, "Could I borrow a shirt and some pants?"

Chris got up, stretching as the morning light dawned upon his features, "You might need to borrow a belt then, I'm much bigger than you that it's quite enduring."

Jeongin rummaged through his drawers, picking out a dark shirt and pair of slacks. As he pulled them on, he patted the pocket sensing something dig into his skin, "Hey, what's this?"

Chris tugged it out of the pocket and threw it into the portable trashbin that was placed underneath his bed, "Nothing, it's just a slip of paper from my job." He spoke deceitfully, helping clothe the Boy so his garments fit accurately, "You always get so skeptical for no reason."

The paper was the one he had taken from Jeongin's notebook as his girlfriend's information scrawled onto it. He just couldn't let Jeongin realize that under any circumstance.

Jeongin stretched down to cuff the jeans, rolling them up to his calf, "That looked familiar," He murmured nonchalantly, standing back up. "Can I get a hug before I leave?" He tittered as he outstretched his arms towards the elder.

Chris promptly enveloped him in his arms, pressing his lips to his neck. He conversed against it, "Anything for you, Honey..." He drew away abruptly, petting the latter's hair the same way he would to a puppy, "I'll see you soon."

Jeongin's eyes brightened, his cheeks puffing out as he smiled, "Bye, Hyung." He nodded, whirling out the door and through his own to grab his shoes. He set off on his way, hurrying through the entryway.

Jeongin hadn't realized how twisted He had already become.

He didn't even realize how unhealthily he craved for the man, an obsession it had become to be held by him and receive love.

Just...

He didn't care to take his time to address any of Chris's actions or words unless He was obligated to talk about it to Hyunjin. He only took his time to think about the words He moaned into his ears at night.