it's happening - ch9
f.t island: "it's happening" --jaejin/minhwan
Tears come with the rain.
He walked home alone, feeling gloominess hit him out of nowhere. Who would think Minhwan would come back alone from a date he not only looked forward to, but spent away precious calories worrying over? He kicks the stones by his feet as a sigh escapes irrevocably. Is he sad? Of course he is. He’s sad and disappointed. Minhwan thought this day would make a difference, maybe his relationship with Jaejin would take a turn. Minhwan thought it would be the beginning of something deeper.
Sure he hadn’t been spending the last days hinting him ever so obviously that he wanted something with him, but would Minhwan be wrong if Jaejin didn't understand his changed attitude? Was he too vague?
Unconsciously, he let his head tilt to the side and his lengthy front hair fell into his eyes. Something else stung the brown orbs and he realizes they were drops of water, drops of rain, to be precise. It began raining while Minhwan was too caught up in his thoughts.
He looks up the sky, it's not that dark, but the sun almost disappeared from its late sunset. Minhwan raised a hand above his eyes, not wanting the rain to burn his eyes any further. He rushed over the streets and into the neighborhood, looking for an escape of the rain. It seemed that the rain would pour even heavier by each step.
As if of warning, a not-so-faint sound of thunder erupted through the sky, which halted Minhwan’s movements. He cursed under his breath; he had never been a fan of thunders and lightening.
Minhwan reached home quickly, drenched and heavy. Although it’s early, the lights in the house are turned off and there are no sounds of his brother around. Minhwan’s shoulders slump as he trudges his way towards his room, sinking his steps into the carpets. He is sure his mother will make him go through hell about it.
His mood drowned with his clothes, he peeled the wet fabric of his t-shirt and let his hair poke his face with its wet edges. A sigh escaped, louder than before and it broke havoc into his heart. Why is he feeling so gloomy? He questions himself but only a stray whimper answers him. Too lazy and tired to unzip his jeans, he lays his stressful body into a lump onto the bed. Unable to think, Minhwan just soaked into slumber.
A knock on his door woke Minhwan. His head felt heavy, nonetheless he got up. He answered his mom’s worried tone with a shrug, he didn’t feel that awful but maybe taking a shower that late wasn’t a great idea. She ordered him to get back into bed the moment she helped him out of his dried up clothes and into a pair of pajamas’ shorts. Happy to laze, he wrapped comfortable sheets around his torso, he felt slightly cold but he didn’t think he will get that sick later on.
Next time he woke up the sun was his alarm. It pierced through his lids, making it uncomfortable to continue sleeping, that and the awful wetness. He noticed that sweat swamped his entire body. He tried standing up but his head felt ever so light. It was an obvious sign of a fever. He got back into bed, his nose burning him, and when he tried to talk, his throat felt raw. Oh yes, he has a cold. Fumbling back into the lethargic sensation, Minhwan began to daydream.
He woke up with a jerk, rather fierce and he bumped his head into his headboard. He winced, rubbing the top of his head softly. Groggily, he couldn’t even put pieces together of his dream. Just what the hell was that about? He mumbles to himself. He noticed his head feeling slightly cooler and his body didn’t sweat much. However, his nose leaked and his throat felt dry.
“Oh you’re awake?” it was Hongki who sneaked into the room. Minhwan mumbled something along the lines of agreement. The older boy sat next to him, a tray of food.
“Your mom has gone into the market and told me to feed you this.” Minhwan could recognize the faint smell, his nose was stuffed but nothing could beat his mother’s chicken corn soup.
Minhwan dug into his food without a single word exchanged. He felt suddenly too tired to talk, only focusing on getting his energy back. Hongki sat next to him; his eyes cautiously scanning Minhwan’s expression as he stoically ate his soup.
“Something’s wrong? You look flushed.” Minhwan glanced at him quickly, a knowing glance that made Hongki’s face stiffen even more. “I don’t mean about your fever, you look like you’re more upset over something beside your sickness.” He scooted without a warning, forcing Minhwan to jerk back slightly.
“What happened? Did your date go wrong?” he investigated, and it seems like Hongki’s thoughts were proven correct when Minhwan’s brows frowned over the mentioning of yesterday. He fought the urge to shove Hongki away, because a) he was fatigued and b) the boy was right.
He sighed and removed the bowl from his lap over the night stand. “Yes, something went wrong.” He admitted.
“What happened?” Hongki’s eyes softened, his hand reaching out to comfort Minhwan on whatever his misfortune was. The younger boy tugged on his blankets, drawing them around him more closely.
“He left after the movie. We didn’t get to eat together.” He answered quietly, his heartbreak obvious. “He sent me a message telling me about it when he left for the toilets.” He picked up his chin into his hand as he hugged his legs to his chest.
“He didn’t tell you why?” he inquired but from the look on Minhwan’s face, Hongki presumed not. He sighed, feeling Minhwan’s heavy heart jading his mood.
"Just leave, I'm tired." he shifted in his bed, and laid himself back into his pillows. Hongki sighed softly. Apparently Minhwan didn't feel like talking about it, so it would be best not to pester him. He left the room calmly after retrieving the half empty bowl and the tray. Minhwan’s eyes closed shut the second the door clicked, locked. Tears burnt his eyes but he wouldn't let them humiliate him in front of Hongki. A deep sigh left his lips as he finally let go of his stern expression. The more tears pouring out of his eyes the harsher his sob sounded.
It was around five thirty pm when Minhwan got out of his room, the last two hours of nap definitely boosted his stamina and refreshed his system. Clad in a white wife-beater and newly washed brown trousers. He joined his mother in the kitchen, and as he expected, she fussed over him staying outside in the rain and not taking his precautions.
“Don’t worry mom, I get a cold every year, why must this year be any different?” he smiled at her, and removed the hand she pressed against his forehead and kissed it with delicate lips. Her eyes softened and her frown eased with her calming smile.
“Still, be careful next time you go out.” She released her hand from his firm grip and returned to the salad she was making.
“It seems like you only cook for this brat.” Came Jonghun’s voice from the stairs; both mother and son turned their heads smiling smugly to the envious older son. Hongki was right behind him, peeking from his side. Hongki eyed Minhwan, but his expression loosened when he noticed the carefree grin, and the glowing eyes. The boy didn’t look that sad about what he had told him. Both of them sat by Minhwan and facing the mother behind the counter.
“Oh, mom, dad sent an email, it looks like he’s coming back from US for this spring break.” Jonghun announced when he got his mother’s attention. Her smile immediately widened and she shrieked in happiness. Adoring her son for breaking such happy news, she offered him some of her cut cucumbers. He accepted with a smile but had to share with his boyfriend. “Oh, and he says he brought you something.” Jonghun spoke directly to Minhwan, who mirrored his mother’s wide smile and his eyes resembling a crescent, hidden in the folds of his lids.
“I can’t wait till he comes back. When is his flight exactly?” the younger eager to see his father after almost nine months. Mr. Choi had to leave Korea on business trips quite often, but since Minhwan’s last birthday, his father left for quite a long time. They kept on writing emails and chatting weekly using Skype, but nothing beats the real thing of having their father back in the house.
“He said he should board this Thursday. I am sure his flight won’t take longer than expected, he should be here by Friday evening or early Saturday.” Jonghun assured their silent hopes.
“Oh, by the way Minhwan, you got a message from your friend. I took it down for you.” His mother spoke in an even voice but they were the words that made Minhwan’s breath catch. A friend called, which could either mean Jaejin or Seunghyun. Hoping for the first, he got up with a nod. The door bell had other thoughts for Minhwan, and before he could pick up the messages notebook his mom usually wrote in, he twirled around to open the door.
A bit in hurry, and a daze of mind, Minhwan couldn’t find the right expression when he opened the door for Jaejin. The boy worriedly scanned Minhwan’s face, looking for any signs of his illness. He barely found withered cheeks when Minhwan broke in a wild smile, forgetting all of his heartache.
“Minhwan-ah, are you okay?” spoke the older boy, obviously quite hindered with the fact that Minhwan skipped school. He wanted to apologize correctly for leaving yesterday, but his plans went to fail. It bothered him even more to find about it from Seunghyun, who got a call from Hongki. The spectacles boy didn’t bother find any relations and wanted to make sure by his own power.
“I’m fine, what brings you here?” the boy, his cheek slightly coming back to life with a hint of pink. It looked pretty on the boy, finally showing off his real age, with a gentle smile and sparkle of eyes. Jaejin smiled back, slowly letting go of his stoic expression.
“I’m here to check you. I heard you were sick. Does it still hurt?” unconsciously, Jaejin reached out and cupped Minhwan’s cheeks, wincing when he noticed the slight fever still lingering. The younger froze in his place, finding his temperature rising by the proximity. His smile withered, and a stronger desire burned his stomach.
“Who is it, Minhwan?” it was his mother’s voice that broke the sudden gaze of eyes. Minhwan couldn’t bear a second longer and backed away. Jaejin let his hands float in where Minhwan’s face was but retrieved them the next second Mrs. Choi’s voice registered in his head.
“Uhm, come in.” he whispered to Jaejin, and moved aside to let him pass. “It’s a close friend of mine, Jaejin.” He told his mother, his sudden feverish expression replaced by a grin. His mother mirrored his smile and welcomed Jaejin in. they left after a minute toward Minhwan’s room to have some privacy.
Just as they came into Minhwan’s spacious room, Jaejin noticed the boy’s cheeks flaring with color. He questioned immediately. “Are you okay? You don’t look that fine, maybe you should rest?”
Minhwan turned to face him, and couldn’t help but flush even more. He swallowed, having the impact of awkwardness rush into his veins. “I’m fine. I’m just… overly conscious.” He spoke honestly. As he gave his back to Jaejin, he couldn’t help but feel Jaejin’s gaze on him, burning through his back and basically looking all over his backside. He knew Jaejin is not thinking of what he is thinking about but he couldn’t help but feel amazingly heated.
Out of guilt, Jaejin asked. “Were you walking alone in the rain yesterday?” his question made Minhwan flinch. Just the memory of being ditched wore him out this much. He faked a comfortable expression as he shook his head. Jaejin came to sit next to him on his bed.
“I just didn’t hurry enough to get out of the rain on time.” He spoke softly, avoiding any contact with Jaejin’s eyes. Strange enough, Minhwan could only hear his own thoughts, having no ability at all to clear his head and intrude on Jaejin’s. So, he sat there, fidgeting and waiting for Jaejin to answer him.
It was the soft hand brushing his hair that halted his heartbeats. He froze but couldn’t but lean into the touch. Jaejin’s hand touched the soft locks of brown hair, and slowly reached for the back Minhwan’s head; he purred slightly and closed his eyes. Out of nowhere, they began kissing, soft and delicate. Minhwan could feel and hear nothing but his racing heart and his eyes fluttered closed. Minhwan leaned into Jaejin’s body, welcoming the healthy warmth to his coldish head. His hands itching to touch the taller boy, Minhwan couldn’t bother restricting himself and lashed an angry tongue along Jaejin’s lower lip. He accessed Jaejin’s tongue and felt proud at the hum the latter let out. It was a play of teeth and tongues and saliva before Jaejin broke the heated kisses, breathing sweetly against Minhwan’s lips. Minhwan groaned as he moved closer, clasping grabby hands on Jaejin’s thighs, trailing on the insides of his jeans’ folds, finding Jaejin’s honey thighs thick and well shaped.
“About yesterday…” Jaejin started but his words died as Minhwan’s lustful eyes came across his. He swallowed slowly, “I’m sorry. I had to leave because-“
“I don’t care. I don’t care why you left. It was my fault. I should have never let you go alone. I should have gone along. I won’t let you slip out of my hands.” Minhwan spoke through rushed breaths, his hands still dangerously close to Jaejin’s crotch.
“What’s wrong?” Jaejin couldn’t find an explanation to Minhwan’s sudden decision.
“I really like you Jaejin. I have been foolish before, waiting for the person I liked to like me back. I got hurt once, but you stopped me from slashing the second wound into this rusty heart.” He chuckled. “I can’t find anything less cringe-worthy to say, but I know that I want you to keep me sane, keep me loved, and… -his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed suddenly- I will love you as long as I can.” He breathed hotly, his eyes closing with emotions. They surged through his blood, and into his body with the speed of light. He couldn’t bear to look into Jaejin’s eyes out of embarrassment, not fear.
Jaejin on the other hand was petrified. He didn’t expect this, to say the least. He thought Minhwan would be upset, angry at the least, not lustful and loving. But, who is Jaejin to choose what sort of reaction Minhwan is to have? He stared into the younger boy’s face; clear from any emotion but anticipation, eyes closed and eyebrows twining ever so slightly.
Before Jaejin could give a legit answer, the door knocked and not even a single “okay” was given before Hongki intruded. A big fake smile plastered on his face. The second he noticed how Minhwan’s flushed face breathed onto Jaejin’s chest, his smile withered and he was out of the room. Jaejin gave Hongki’s exit a judging look before noticing that Minhwan felt even hotter than before.
“Are you okay? I think you’re still suffering from the fever…” Jaejin conducted, he tried to ease Minhwan on the bed, to make him lie down but Minhwan refused.
“I’m not sick; I need to talk to you.” He half whined, feeling uneasy already. He wiped his leaking nose with his sleeve. Jaejin sighed but didn’t argue.
“No, I don’t want to talk.” Jaejin let out a soft sigh before he kissed Minhwan’s lips. The youngest didn’t freeze clueless against his lips for long and kissed back. Their eyes closed as their lips moved slowly, exploring was a mutual feeling as their tingling tongues touched slightly. Minhwan felt a shudder go down his body, forcing him to breathe in Jaejin’s scent. He reached out to grasp Jaejin’s arm, helplessly looking for more taste in the boy’s mouth. He moaned as Jaejin’s tongue explored his mouth, brushing the inside of his mouth and teeth.
Feeling fingers on his back, Minhwan leaned back, letting the older boy lay him down the bed. With the sound of his heavy panting and shuffling of sheets, Jaejin broke the kiss. He stared down at the feverish boy, with a pair of glazed eyes and red plushy lips. He gave Minhwan a quick peck on the lips before dragging the lazy tongue on Minhwan’s lips. He trailed the boy’s t-shirt hem and inserted his hand onto Minhwan’s stomach, hearing the boy hiss under him. He smiled softly, noticing Minhwan’s temperature is very higher than normal. Unaware of Jaejin’s thoughts, Minhwan was lost in his own heated brain. He knew his fever is back, but he didn’t want to stop. Uneasy with slight pain, Minhwan let his thoughts waver and crash as he closed his eyes. Jaejin heard the calm breathing and knew it was a matter of time before the boy slept due to his fever. Deciding that his job at calming the boy’s heart was done, he got up from on top of him. He heaved a sigh as he noticed the sweat breaking down Minhwan’s temple.
He hated standing there clueless but he did what he could do, ask for a person to help Minhwan, Jonghun. He left the house shortly after making sure Minhwan was okay. His thoughts were filled with the younger boy, and how direct Minhwan talked to him before his fever killed the moment. Though, they did kiss very deeply even if it was just to make Minhwan’s occupied mind rest and relax into the bed.
The words Minhwan had said rang through his head; I won’t let you slip out of my hands. Jaejin couldn’t keep a smile off his face, feeling as if his efforts to find a receiver to his love succeeding.
to be continued
Tears come with the rain.
He walked home alone, feeling gloominess hit him out of nowhere. Who would think Minhwan would come back alone from a date he not only looked forward to, but spent away precious calories worrying over? He kicks the stones by his feet as a sigh escapes irrevocably. Is he sad? Of course he is. He’s sad and disappointed. Minhwan thought this day would make a difference, maybe his relationship with Jaejin would take a turn. Minhwan thought it would be the beginning of something deeper.
Sure he hadn’t been spending the last days hinting him ever so obviously that he wanted something with him, but would Minhwan be wrong if Jaejin didn't understand his changed attitude? Was he too vague?
Unconsciously, he let his head tilt to the side and his lengthy front hair fell into his eyes. Something else stung the brown orbs and he realizes they were drops of water, drops of rain, to be precise. It began raining while Minhwan was too caught up in his thoughts.
He looks up the sky, it's not that dark, but the sun almost disappeared from its late sunset. Minhwan raised a hand above his eyes, not wanting the rain to burn his eyes any further. He rushed over the streets and into the neighborhood, looking for an escape of the rain. It seemed that the rain would pour even heavier by each step.
As if of warning, a not-so-faint sound of thunder erupted through the sky, which halted Minhwan’s movements. He cursed under his breath; he had never been a fan of thunders and lightening.
Minhwan reached home quickly, drenched and heavy. Although it’s early, the lights in the house are turned off and there are no sounds of his brother around. Minhwan’s shoulders slump as he trudges his way towards his room, sinking his steps into the carpets. He is sure his mother will make him go through hell about it.
His mood drowned with his clothes, he peeled the wet fabric of his t-shirt and let his hair poke his face with its wet edges. A sigh escaped, louder than before and it broke havoc into his heart. Why is he feeling so gloomy? He questions himself but only a stray whimper answers him. Too lazy and tired to unzip his jeans, he lays his stressful body into a lump onto the bed. Unable to think, Minhwan just soaked into slumber.
A knock on his door woke Minhwan. His head felt heavy, nonetheless he got up. He answered his mom’s worried tone with a shrug, he didn’t feel that awful but maybe taking a shower that late wasn’t a great idea. She ordered him to get back into bed the moment she helped him out of his dried up clothes and into a pair of pajamas’ shorts. Happy to laze, he wrapped comfortable sheets around his torso, he felt slightly cold but he didn’t think he will get that sick later on.
Next time he woke up the sun was his alarm. It pierced through his lids, making it uncomfortable to continue sleeping, that and the awful wetness. He noticed that sweat swamped his entire body. He tried standing up but his head felt ever so light. It was an obvious sign of a fever. He got back into bed, his nose burning him, and when he tried to talk, his throat felt raw. Oh yes, he has a cold. Fumbling back into the lethargic sensation, Minhwan began to daydream.
He woke up with a jerk, rather fierce and he bumped his head into his headboard. He winced, rubbing the top of his head softly. Groggily, he couldn’t even put pieces together of his dream. Just what the hell was that about? He mumbles to himself. He noticed his head feeling slightly cooler and his body didn’t sweat much. However, his nose leaked and his throat felt dry.
“Oh you’re awake?” it was Hongki who sneaked into the room. Minhwan mumbled something along the lines of agreement. The older boy sat next to him, a tray of food.
“Your mom has gone into the market and told me to feed you this.” Minhwan could recognize the faint smell, his nose was stuffed but nothing could beat his mother’s chicken corn soup.
Minhwan dug into his food without a single word exchanged. He felt suddenly too tired to talk, only focusing on getting his energy back. Hongki sat next to him; his eyes cautiously scanning Minhwan’s expression as he stoically ate his soup.
“Something’s wrong? You look flushed.” Minhwan glanced at him quickly, a knowing glance that made Hongki’s face stiffen even more. “I don’t mean about your fever, you look like you’re more upset over something beside your sickness.” He scooted without a warning, forcing Minhwan to jerk back slightly.
“What happened? Did your date go wrong?” he investigated, and it seems like Hongki’s thoughts were proven correct when Minhwan’s brows frowned over the mentioning of yesterday. He fought the urge to shove Hongki away, because a) he was fatigued and b) the boy was right.
He sighed and removed the bowl from his lap over the night stand. “Yes, something went wrong.” He admitted.
“What happened?” Hongki’s eyes softened, his hand reaching out to comfort Minhwan on whatever his misfortune was. The younger boy tugged on his blankets, drawing them around him more closely.
“He left after the movie. We didn’t get to eat together.” He answered quietly, his heartbreak obvious. “He sent me a message telling me about it when he left for the toilets.” He picked up his chin into his hand as he hugged his legs to his chest.
“He didn’t tell you why?” he inquired but from the look on Minhwan’s face, Hongki presumed not. He sighed, feeling Minhwan’s heavy heart jading his mood.
"Just leave, I'm tired." he shifted in his bed, and laid himself back into his pillows. Hongki sighed softly. Apparently Minhwan didn't feel like talking about it, so it would be best not to pester him. He left the room calmly after retrieving the half empty bowl and the tray. Minhwan’s eyes closed shut the second the door clicked, locked. Tears burnt his eyes but he wouldn't let them humiliate him in front of Hongki. A deep sigh left his lips as he finally let go of his stern expression. The more tears pouring out of his eyes the harsher his sob sounded.
It was around five thirty pm when Minhwan got out of his room, the last two hours of nap definitely boosted his stamina and refreshed his system. Clad in a white wife-beater and newly washed brown trousers. He joined his mother in the kitchen, and as he expected, she fussed over him staying outside in the rain and not taking his precautions.
“Don’t worry mom, I get a cold every year, why must this year be any different?” he smiled at her, and removed the hand she pressed against his forehead and kissed it with delicate lips. Her eyes softened and her frown eased with her calming smile.
“Still, be careful next time you go out.” She released her hand from his firm grip and returned to the salad she was making.
“It seems like you only cook for this brat.” Came Jonghun’s voice from the stairs; both mother and son turned their heads smiling smugly to the envious older son. Hongki was right behind him, peeking from his side. Hongki eyed Minhwan, but his expression loosened when he noticed the carefree grin, and the glowing eyes. The boy didn’t look that sad about what he had told him. Both of them sat by Minhwan and facing the mother behind the counter.
“Oh, mom, dad sent an email, it looks like he’s coming back from US for this spring break.” Jonghun announced when he got his mother’s attention. Her smile immediately widened and she shrieked in happiness. Adoring her son for breaking such happy news, she offered him some of her cut cucumbers. He accepted with a smile but had to share with his boyfriend. “Oh, and he says he brought you something.” Jonghun spoke directly to Minhwan, who mirrored his mother’s wide smile and his eyes resembling a crescent, hidden in the folds of his lids.
“I can’t wait till he comes back. When is his flight exactly?” the younger eager to see his father after almost nine months. Mr. Choi had to leave Korea on business trips quite often, but since Minhwan’s last birthday, his father left for quite a long time. They kept on writing emails and chatting weekly using Skype, but nothing beats the real thing of having their father back in the house.
“He said he should board this Thursday. I am sure his flight won’t take longer than expected, he should be here by Friday evening or early Saturday.” Jonghun assured their silent hopes.
“Oh, by the way Minhwan, you got a message from your friend. I took it down for you.” His mother spoke in an even voice but they were the words that made Minhwan’s breath catch. A friend called, which could either mean Jaejin or Seunghyun. Hoping for the first, he got up with a nod. The door bell had other thoughts for Minhwan, and before he could pick up the messages notebook his mom usually wrote in, he twirled around to open the door.
A bit in hurry, and a daze of mind, Minhwan couldn’t find the right expression when he opened the door for Jaejin. The boy worriedly scanned Minhwan’s face, looking for any signs of his illness. He barely found withered cheeks when Minhwan broke in a wild smile, forgetting all of his heartache.
“Minhwan-ah, are you okay?” spoke the older boy, obviously quite hindered with the fact that Minhwan skipped school. He wanted to apologize correctly for leaving yesterday, but his plans went to fail. It bothered him even more to find about it from Seunghyun, who got a call from Hongki. The spectacles boy didn’t bother find any relations and wanted to make sure by his own power.
“I’m fine, what brings you here?” the boy, his cheek slightly coming back to life with a hint of pink. It looked pretty on the boy, finally showing off his real age, with a gentle smile and sparkle of eyes. Jaejin smiled back, slowly letting go of his stoic expression.
“I’m here to check you. I heard you were sick. Does it still hurt?” unconsciously, Jaejin reached out and cupped Minhwan’s cheeks, wincing when he noticed the slight fever still lingering. The younger froze in his place, finding his temperature rising by the proximity. His smile withered, and a stronger desire burned his stomach.
“Who is it, Minhwan?” it was his mother’s voice that broke the sudden gaze of eyes. Minhwan couldn’t bear a second longer and backed away. Jaejin let his hands float in where Minhwan’s face was but retrieved them the next second Mrs. Choi’s voice registered in his head.
“Uhm, come in.” he whispered to Jaejin, and moved aside to let him pass. “It’s a close friend of mine, Jaejin.” He told his mother, his sudden feverish expression replaced by a grin. His mother mirrored his smile and welcomed Jaejin in. they left after a minute toward Minhwan’s room to have some privacy.
Just as they came into Minhwan’s spacious room, Jaejin noticed the boy’s cheeks flaring with color. He questioned immediately. “Are you okay? You don’t look that fine, maybe you should rest?”
Minhwan turned to face him, and couldn’t help but flush even more. He swallowed, having the impact of awkwardness rush into his veins. “I’m fine. I’m just… overly conscious.” He spoke honestly. As he gave his back to Jaejin, he couldn’t help but feel Jaejin’s gaze on him, burning through his back and basically looking all over his backside. He knew Jaejin is not thinking of what he is thinking about but he couldn’t help but feel amazingly heated.
Out of guilt, Jaejin asked. “Were you walking alone in the rain yesterday?” his question made Minhwan flinch. Just the memory of being ditched wore him out this much. He faked a comfortable expression as he shook his head. Jaejin came to sit next to him on his bed.
“I just didn’t hurry enough to get out of the rain on time.” He spoke softly, avoiding any contact with Jaejin’s eyes. Strange enough, Minhwan could only hear his own thoughts, having no ability at all to clear his head and intrude on Jaejin’s. So, he sat there, fidgeting and waiting for Jaejin to answer him.
It was the soft hand brushing his hair that halted his heartbeats. He froze but couldn’t but lean into the touch. Jaejin’s hand touched the soft locks of brown hair, and slowly reached for the back Minhwan’s head; he purred slightly and closed his eyes. Out of nowhere, they began kissing, soft and delicate. Minhwan could feel and hear nothing but his racing heart and his eyes fluttered closed. Minhwan leaned into Jaejin’s body, welcoming the healthy warmth to his coldish head. His hands itching to touch the taller boy, Minhwan couldn’t bother restricting himself and lashed an angry tongue along Jaejin’s lower lip. He accessed Jaejin’s tongue and felt proud at the hum the latter let out. It was a play of teeth and tongues and saliva before Jaejin broke the heated kisses, breathing sweetly against Minhwan’s lips. Minhwan groaned as he moved closer, clasping grabby hands on Jaejin’s thighs, trailing on the insides of his jeans’ folds, finding Jaejin’s honey thighs thick and well shaped.
“About yesterday…” Jaejin started but his words died as Minhwan’s lustful eyes came across his. He swallowed slowly, “I’m sorry. I had to leave because-“
“I don’t care. I don’t care why you left. It was my fault. I should have never let you go alone. I should have gone along. I won’t let you slip out of my hands.” Minhwan spoke through rushed breaths, his hands still dangerously close to Jaejin’s crotch.
“What’s wrong?” Jaejin couldn’t find an explanation to Minhwan’s sudden decision.
“I really like you Jaejin. I have been foolish before, waiting for the person I liked to like me back. I got hurt once, but you stopped me from slashing the second wound into this rusty heart.” He chuckled. “I can’t find anything less cringe-worthy to say, but I know that I want you to keep me sane, keep me loved, and… -his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed suddenly- I will love you as long as I can.” He breathed hotly, his eyes closing with emotions. They surged through his blood, and into his body with the speed of light. He couldn’t bear to look into Jaejin’s eyes out of embarrassment, not fear.
Jaejin on the other hand was petrified. He didn’t expect this, to say the least. He thought Minhwan would be upset, angry at the least, not lustful and loving. But, who is Jaejin to choose what sort of reaction Minhwan is to have? He stared into the younger boy’s face; clear from any emotion but anticipation, eyes closed and eyebrows twining ever so slightly.
Before Jaejin could give a legit answer, the door knocked and not even a single “okay” was given before Hongki intruded. A big fake smile plastered on his face. The second he noticed how Minhwan’s flushed face breathed onto Jaejin’s chest, his smile withered and he was out of the room. Jaejin gave Hongki’s exit a judging look before noticing that Minhwan felt even hotter than before.
“Are you okay? I think you’re still suffering from the fever…” Jaejin conducted, he tried to ease Minhwan on the bed, to make him lie down but Minhwan refused.
“I’m not sick; I need to talk to you.” He half whined, feeling uneasy already. He wiped his leaking nose with his sleeve. Jaejin sighed but didn’t argue.
“No, I don’t want to talk.” Jaejin let out a soft sigh before he kissed Minhwan’s lips. The youngest didn’t freeze clueless against his lips for long and kissed back. Their eyes closed as their lips moved slowly, exploring was a mutual feeling as their tingling tongues touched slightly. Minhwan felt a shudder go down his body, forcing him to breathe in Jaejin’s scent. He reached out to grasp Jaejin’s arm, helplessly looking for more taste in the boy’s mouth. He moaned as Jaejin’s tongue explored his mouth, brushing the inside of his mouth and teeth.
Feeling fingers on his back, Minhwan leaned back, letting the older boy lay him down the bed. With the sound of his heavy panting and shuffling of sheets, Jaejin broke the kiss. He stared down at the feverish boy, with a pair of glazed eyes and red plushy lips. He gave Minhwan a quick peck on the lips before dragging the lazy tongue on Minhwan’s lips. He trailed the boy’s t-shirt hem and inserted his hand onto Minhwan’s stomach, hearing the boy hiss under him. He smiled softly, noticing Minhwan’s temperature is very higher than normal. Unaware of Jaejin’s thoughts, Minhwan was lost in his own heated brain. He knew his fever is back, but he didn’t want to stop. Uneasy with slight pain, Minhwan let his thoughts waver and crash as he closed his eyes. Jaejin heard the calm breathing and knew it was a matter of time before the boy slept due to his fever. Deciding that his job at calming the boy’s heart was done, he got up from on top of him. He heaved a sigh as he noticed the sweat breaking down Minhwan’s temple.
He hated standing there clueless but he did what he could do, ask for a person to help Minhwan, Jonghun. He left the house shortly after making sure Minhwan was okay. His thoughts were filled with the younger boy, and how direct Minhwan talked to him before his fever killed the moment. Though, they did kiss very deeply even if it was just to make Minhwan’s occupied mind rest and relax into the bed.
The words Minhwan had said rang through his head; I won’t let you slip out of my hands. Jaejin couldn’t keep a smile off his face, feeling as if his efforts to find a receiver to his love succeeding.
to be continued