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Harua brushes his fingers over the yellow plushie, the way its cute, dumb little face stares back at him almost feels intentional. He doesn’t know why he’s been drawn to the color yellow lately. Not that he cares much for color psychology — but beyond joy and warmth, yellow has always carried something else for him. Caution. Anxiety. Fear. Even cowardice.
The exact feelings tangled up in his chest right now.
And… there’s more to it.
This color reminds him of someone.
Someone who just so happens to have that same bright yellow-blond hair now, ever since the soft pink shade finally faded away.
Faded out, huh…
The thought lingers, spiraling further than he means it to. Hair color isn’t the only thing that fades, after all. So many fragile things do. Memories. Feelings. Promises. All of them are so easy to change without any warning.
He doesn’t know when things started going wrong. Only a few weeks ago, they were happy and over the moon. Now they’re stuck in a place neither of them ever wanted to be in.
Outside the train window, snow blankets the world in white, the scenery cold and distant in a way that mirrors how he feels inside. His thoughts wander to the person who reminds him of the color yellow again — now miles away, maybe lying under the summer sun, soaking in its warmth. Maybe standing by the ocean, alive, radiant and happy.
Just like he deserves to be.
It’s not that Harua isn’t enjoying the short holiday that the company had kindheartedly given to all of them for the New Year. He is. He and his family spend quiet, peaceful evenings together, sharing hot nabe while using the kotatsu. Comforting. Familiar. And yet, it’s also a sharp reminder of last year — of how different things felt then.
He also went to Okinawa with his mother for the first time. Another reminder of someone who once talked endlessly about how his first visit to Japan had been Okinawa, back when he was just a kid.
Harua doesn’t know why every detail of that person lives so vividly in his mind — why he remembers them without trying, without him wanting to.
He just knows that he can’t shut his mind off even though he wanted to.
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Nicholas had been wanting to go outside and walk along the Han River, grab dinner before winter settled in too deeply. And finally, between their packed schedules in Seoul, they managed to find a time just for that.
Harua was more than happy to go with him. Tiredness still clung to his body, but he just ignored it; it had been a while since the two of them had spent time together like this. Nicholas had suggested inviting the other members at first, but the idea was quickly shut down — probably thanks to the quiet, desperate pleas Harua had slipped to the members beforehand. Just this once, he wanted to have his time all alone with Nicholas.
They didn’t even have a plan to film their short escape to eat dinner as a content for their fans, the video just naturally being taken for Harua’s own sake, as he loves to take a video. Making a memories collection of him and his beloved hyung.
“One time we came here to shoot for Eightest… Hmm? Harua, weren’t you there? When we were split into groups…”
While reminiscing about the last time they went to Han River, Nicholas asked him if he was there like he’s genuinely unsure of himself. The question catches Harua off guard. They’re still recording, and Harua knows he shouldn’t let it show — but his chest tightens anyway. That day had been precious to him. One of the closest things to a date he’d ever had with Nicholas, even if Taki and Euijoo had been there too.
Still, he can’t bring himself to be upset. Not at Nicholas. Not when the older man looks at him like that.
“O-oh… yeah. I was there.”
“Right?” Nicholas smiles, satisfied.
…
Harua wishes —just for a second— that he could lean in and press a soft kiss to Nicholas’s cheek. But Nicholas isn’t fond of public affection, and being out here in the park makes it even riskier. He’s shy like that, only generous with his affection when they’re alone, hidden away from the world.
So instead of a kiss, Harua tries something safer. He hints about the cold, about his hands freezing, hoping Nicholas will take the cue and slip their fingers together inside the pocket of his warm hoodie. He rambles a little, says whatever comes to mind.
But Nicholas doesn’t seem to notice.
As the night grows colder, Harua’s thoughts begin to drift even as he tries to keep the conversation alive.
His overthinking mind thought how fast the hot boiling ramyeon changed to cold tasteless noodles.
They’re doing well. Nicholas is right here beside him. Harua’s heart still races every time the older man laughs or turns his attention toward him. And yet—
He can’t shake the feeling that something has changed. That somehow, despite everything, it’s not quite enough anymore. Not like the way it used to be.
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Being together in a group for three years had surely changed him. Once, he had always preferred being alone. Being an only child, he used to have quiet days with just his parents, grandparents, and the occasional visit from his cousin. But now, in these past few days, the loneliness hits him harder than he ever expected.
He misses his big family of nine.
The black haired man knows he should have been more independent and relying on himself. And yet, he misses the noise, their loud laughter, their ridiculous jokes, the way silence never lasted long around them. And of course… he can’t even pretend he doesn’t miss him too.
Even if he doesn’t want to. Even if he tries to deny it, tries to push the feelings down until they stop weighing so heavily on his heart — there’s a hollow space inside him. A space that aches to be filled with that one person’s warmth, embrace and affection.
It’s almost laughable, really. How he’s too afraid to even send a message to his own boyfriend; just to ask how he’s doing, or to request a selca. Instead, he forces himself to be content with the photos shared in the group chat. No private messages. Not from him either. Just a simple Happy New Year sent to everyone.
He deliberately avoids posting any pictures from his holiday as well. He tells himself he just isn’t ready to share yet. Or maybe he’s simply choosing to stay quiet, fading into the background of the group.
Once again, he retraces his memories, trying to piece together the moment everything shifted, to trace the path back to when things were completely reversed.
How did they fight? Did he say something that should’ve been left unsaid?
The questions linger, unanswered, his mind spiralling again to places.
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Harua can only remember how busy they all were — endless practices, exhaustion piling up as their first year-end performance pushed them into an edge of constant pressure. Somewhere in between all of that, without him even realizing it, he finds himself standing face to face with Nicholas, the air between them tense and unsettling.
“Hyung… what do you mean you’re going to Hawaii…?”
“Yes, the flight’s tomorrow morning!” Nicholas replies easily. “Wait, haven’t I told you already?”
“You didn’t say anything about this trip. Or that you were going with Euijoo-kun… I thought it was just another trip with your family again.”
“Euijoo decided to come with me and my friend at the last minute. Sorry, Rua-chan. I must’ve thought I already told you.” Nicholas laughs awkwardly. “My mind kind of slipped, I guess.”
“Kind of?”
The word leaves Harua before he can stop it.
He knows it’s not really about Nicholas spending New Year’s away from him, he’d already accepted that. What stings is something else entirely. The way Nicholas made the decision without a second thought. As if Harua never crossed his mind at all, it made him feel small and insignificant.
“Don’t tell me you’re mad?”
“I’m not.”
“I said I’m sorry, okay?” Nicholas sighs. “I just forgot to say it, you didn’t ask about my plan either. I really don’t have time to talk about this right now.”
“Yeah. My bad. Well, whatever…” Harua forces the words out, his voice flat. “Have fun on your trip.”
He turns and closes the door to what’s supposed to be their shared bedroom.
Inside, Nicholas resumes packing, the sound of zippers and rustling clothes muffled behind the door. Harua doesn’t want to be anywhere near it. Anywhere near him.
So instead, he went to the unit next floor, headed to Taki’s room and decided to curl up there for the night before the holiday began.
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On his way back to Tokyo, Harua dreads the moment he’ll have to face the person he actually misses the most. There are still a few days left before they officially resume activities. Maybe he can give himself one day to settle his emotions, another to finally meet Nicholas and talk things through, for the sake of both of them.
He never thought it would hurt like this.
Hell, he was so sure he wouldn’t care. He thought he’d just shrug it off and enjoy the time with his family. But the moment the notifications light up his screen, the air leaves his lungs as if he’s been punched square in the chest.
New notifications.
Nicholas has posted another set of photos from his trip with Euijoo and a friend — though the third person never really appears in the frame. A friend Harua has never met. Never even been introduced to.
Harua himself had mentioned long ago that he’d be going back to his hometown for the holidays. Yet still, never being asked, never being offered to come along, it stings his ego more than he wants to admit.
He feels everything at once.
Confusion, for the emotions he shouldn’t be having toward someone he trusts.
Hurt, at the ugly realization that jealousy still lives inside him.
Anger, mostly at himself, for being so insecure.
What was he even expecting?
He should’ve muted the notifications when he knew his mind wasn’t stable enough to handle reality. With or without Harua by his side, Nicholas has always been a free-spirited soul. Someone who lives life fully, unapologetically. Unlike him, who grows restless and uneasy when he’s alone, when Nicholas isn’t there to ground him.
He feels naive for ever believing he was a little bit special. The number one photographer for the older man. The one person who understood Nicholas best. That role —he realizes now— can be replaced far too easily.
Of course, a perfect relationship doesn’t exist. Theirs was never close to being one. But Nicholas was Harua’s first love. The person who changed his life. And that feeling… he’s treasured it all this time.
Things had once felt like flowers and rainbows, until insecurities began to take a toll on their relationship. A lack of communication only made it worse, and Harua willingly shoulders all the blame for that.
He takes another deep, shaky breath.
This ache feels too familiar. Like the heartbreak he endured before they even became boyfriends, it crashed back into him all over again. No, this irrational pain feels worse. It feels like betrayal, even though he knows it isn’t.
Nicholas has every right to enjoy his time, to be with whoever he wants. Harua knows that.
But knowing doesn’t make it hurt any less.
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Harua has so many insecurities, it’s almost like a childhood friend who he really tried not to befriend while growing up, but they will come and say “hello” at any random time without being invited. He can’t help it. So he simply tries to live with them.
When Nicholas finally reciprocates his feelings, Harua tries to fully believe that the man has truly come to terms with who he is—that Nicholas accepts all the good and bad parts of him wholly, and loves Harua in the same way Harua loves him. Maybe not as intensely as Harua did at first, but who would ever really know, right?
Harua fell first, and he also fell harder.
As for Nicholas—he isn’t sure yet. But he has promised to believe in the older man.
Harua believes that love is something built over time, made of every small effort and act of care given to a significant other. He also firmly believes that the word love is not something that should be said lightly.
Rather than accepting a string of lighthearted “I love you’s” every other day, he prefers to say—or hear—those words only when they are truly meant.
Maybe that’s why he’s never demanding, never making a fuss about it.
But on a rare day like this, when his insecurities take over and he needs some form of validation, his mind whispers thoughts he should have ignored.
Nicholas had never said the three words to him. Not officially.
Maybe he’s said them once or twice — when they were drunk, lost in hazy desire, where lust might have given voice to his deepest thoughts. And that was all.
It would be awkward to blatantly ask his boyfriend for a love confession. So instead, Harua thinks of it as a coming-of-age present. He’s twenty years old already, yet Nicholas still seems to treat him like a child.
In his own small way, Harua wants to become someone reliable — a grown-up in his eyes that Nicholas can depend on.
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Nicholas felt tingling on his body like something caressing his side, he tried to open his eyes but somehow it’s all too dark and he can’t see anything.
In his daze and slight jet lag from the long flight, he murmured the name of a person he’d been staying with for the past few days back..
“Eui..joo…?”
The hands that caress his side stopped instantly and he can feel the fingers are slightly shivered.
“...Wrong guess.”
That voice. Nicholas can recognize that voice everywhere. A quiet curse slips through his mind as realization sinks in. He’s already back at the dorm. Fallen asleep in his own room just hours ago. And worse… just now he’d called out someone else’s name while already being with his little boyfriend.
“A-...Rua?” the other one is not replying. “Why is it so dark here… I can’t fucking see or move my hands…” He tries to pull his arms down, only to hear the unmistakable sound of metal shifting. Huh…?
“Are you using my handcuffs?” His breath hitches as understanding dawns on him. “Waitーam I blindfolded too? Seriously?”
“A welcome-back gift. Just for you, hyung.” Harua’s voice is calm, almost playful. “You remember, right? You once said you liked being surprised in bed.”
In that moment, Nicholas feels too many things at once. Annoyance, arousal, confusion. He can’t quite read Harua’s tone. He can’t see his expression, and the way his voice is masked makes it impossible to tell what he’s really feeling. It sounds seductive, dangerous even — but there’s something else buried underneath it.
A hand cups his face gently, and then soft lips pressed against his in a slow, almost reverent kiss. It deepens, drawing a quiet sound from Nicholas before Harua pulls away, just when Nicholas starts to lean into it.
“So…” There’s a pause, deliberate. “…Do you still want to continue?”
Another beat of silence.
“…Or do you want to quit it all?”
Nicholas doesn’t understand why the question feels odd, more than it should — or why Harua sounds so sad asking it. But if this is about consent, about permission to go on… there’s no reason for him to reject it.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “You can continue.”
There’s no further reply or response from Harua.
For a moment, Nicholas wonders if he’s been left alone. Blindfolded, restrained, abandoned in his own bed. But then he hears movement; the mattress shifting, the faint clatter of something on the bedside table.
“I’ll prepare you, hyung.”
The words come softly, followed by warm lips trailing kisses across his face, down to his neck, lower — hands gliding along his sides, brushing over his sensitive skin.
“Your skin’s tanned,” Harua murmurs. “And irritated…”
Nicholas can’t find the words to respond. Deprived of sight, unable to move his hands bound to the bedframe, every sensation feels heightened — magnified, overwhelming him in a way. It’s as if losing control has sharpened everything else, folding his awareness inward until all he can feel is him.
Harua’s touches.
Harua’s soft voices.
Harua’s sweet, natural scent.
As he usually slept without any shirt on, he barely remembered if he was even wearing his pants or not. Then he heard clicking sounds of his belt being unbuckled and the zipper being opened, awoke the untameable heat in his groin. He was left naked in seconds and the air conditioner in his room made him shiver.
He still didn't know what the younger wanted or where it was going to until he heard the sounds of the bottle being uncapped and next he felt the slightly cold fingers touching his rim.
“A-agh.. Rua, why youー” his words left unfinished in his mouth when those little fingers probed and entered him.
The two of them have never strictly said that Nicholas will always be the one who topped, the younger himself said it once that he would like to try being the one who topped in their intercourse activities. Nicholas is always supportive and open to any of the younger’s wants, he’s not opposed to be the one who will be entered, yet, it has been so long since he’s bottoming and he’s sure it’s the first time for Harua too.
“Are you really okay with this, hyung?”
The older man can only nod desperately, being on the edge after the foreplay and all. The thoughts of being dominated by his boyfriend melted his mind.
It feels like heaven and hell at the same time. Heaven ‘cause he has been imagining being topped by the younger for a long time now, it’s been weeks since they spent time together being intimate, when he was absent for awhile being immersed in his trip, he had missed the younger so fucking much.
Reversely, it feels like hell ‘cause he can’t even see the younger with his eyes or touch the soft skin that he adores. He wonders if Harua was nervous and doesn’t want to be seen with his first experience being the top, but still the idea of handcuffing and blindfolding him is a bit too much.
He’s currently experiencing all the things he had done to the younger, yet now he’s on the receiving end. Trying his best not to be tense so his muscles can relax, he realizes that he’s been silent for a long time since they started to get heated.
“Are you enjoying it..? Did you have fun, hyung?”
“..Y-yeah, I am…”
There’s a whisper behind his mind that tells there’s something wrong with the younger’s acts. They are talking but it’s like they’re conversing two different things — as if they’re not on the same page.
The younger scissors his fingers inside and tries to reach deeper, to the bundle of nerves that are often being abused by the older when he’s prepped for him in reversed situations.
“You can put it in me already...”
There’s a slight delay before Harua responds with a shaky breath.
“Okay… I’m going in.”
He warns the older man once again before entering his cock fully in one go, only to be restrained by his tightness. The room filled with hisses sounds along with the grunt voiced from the younger.
It was slow at first, like Harua is trying to grasp the gist of it, overwhelmed by the intensity and heated grip from his walls. He clenched down hard around the younger, who had only gotten the head of his cock inside.
“Feels good.. Go on babe..”
Nicholas groaned as soon as the younger rolled his hips into him, trying to force himself to settle deeper. His thighs being spread wider as he keeps pushing, for every thrust he feels like almost hitting his head to the bedframe.
“Hyung, feel me.. focus only on me..”
Somehow it felt harsh, rushed, like Harua doesn’t want to waste any time longer and demanding something.
The pace got faster soon, he’s being edged as his cock had thus far been neglected.
The younger one biting down on his neck and started thrusting inside roughly, it’s so arousing yet so different from the other times they make love to each other.
“Harua, s-slowly…” he called, soon overtaken by soft moans on the sensation of the younger jack rabbiting inside him.
“Ah.. Hyung... I love you, you know that right?”
“Nhmh…yes I knowー a-ahh, kiss me” he got fucked mercilessly at the same time while kissing with open mouth, burning hot lips getting messy with the strings of their saliva.
He moaned out loud when finally the little hand wraps around his member moving along with the relentless thrust, albeit awkwardly the younger trying his best on pumping him into full hardness. It’s been a while since they last had sex and Nicholas felt like he wanted to explode.
Harua’s fucking him with way more force than ever before. Hips move with purpose, one steady rhythm that drives him insane as he keeps brushing over his prostate.
They should have been communicating, eyes to eyes, opening up about their worries and speaking heart to heart, yet there’s only filthy moans drowning their voices.
Lust and pent up emotions consuming them.
The steady thrust then losing its rhythm, he can feel Harua’s close, his first climax after so long rapidly advancing upon him too.
“H-hyung, I’m going to cum…”
“Cum for hyung, hereー”
Harua climaxed with all of his body shivered, his knees buckled and he fell down to the warm embrace beneath him. Hot splurge of the younger’s seeds filled in his inside, made him groan in pleasure. But he’s not finished yet.
He needed to untie the handcuffs so he can fully embrace his baby, soothing him with sweet nothings and to get the relief he’s seeking for.
“That was amazing, babe… You feel so good inside me… “
He can hear the ragged breath of the other, then a silent hiccup, “Hhmh, Rua?”
Instead of a reply, Nicholas felt a drop of water fall to his face, cascading down his cheeks and to his neck. He thought it was sweat until he heard the younger one sobbing. Harua has pulled off but his body warmth can still be felt right above him.
“Babe… What happened? Are you crying?”
Nicholas tries desperately to shake the blindfold loose, rubbing the black cloth against the pillow, panic creeping in as he struggles to understand what’s happening while his vision is taken from him.
After a few frantic movements, the fabric finally slips away. Then he sees it.
A heart-wrenching sight — Harua hovering above him, tears spilling freely. Droplets fall one after another, soaking into Nicholas’s cheek, already damp with the heated tears.
“Harua…?”
There’s no response.
Nicholas knows this isn’t crying born from pleasure. It’s something like a raw, unbearable pain. The kind that comes from realizing something precious is breaking… something that might never be fixed again.
“Untie me,” Nicholas says urgently, his voice cracking despite himself. “Please, Rua. Untie me now. Let’s talk, okay? Whatever it is—we’ll talk about what made you cry.”
His eyes never leave Harua’s face, fear settling deep in his chest as the silence stretches on.
Finally, the petite man shifts, reaching for the small key resting near the bed frame. With a trembling hand, he unlocks the handcuffs, freeing himself from the metal restraint that shackled him.
Right after he’s being untied, Harua tries to pull away, but Nicholas seizes his hand just in time, unwilling to let go. His grip tightens slightly on the thin wrist, almost unconsciously. The younger looks exhausted, drained, too tired to fight. Yet Nicholas can’t bring himself to release him just like that. Not like this.
“Hey… Rua, love, please, look at me!”
The pet name cracks the younger open even more. Harua, the love of his life, sobs harder, and Nicholas doesn’t know what to do or who to blame.
Harua doesn’t answer. He keeps turning away, facing in any other direction but him, little frame shuddering in silent cry. Nicholas tries to reach him, trying to understand what the fuck had just happened.
Just moments ago, they had been inseparable, united in a closeness that only shared between two of them. Now… Harua’s mind seems miles away, unreachable, leaving Nicholas stranded in the cold ache of helplessness.
“Just fuck me, hyung.” Harua said in whispers, voice so small that only can be heard by the older man.
“What… What's going on with you? Why are you like this?”
Nicholas feels a mix of worry and frustration. He had expected words from the younger, some explanation, some reassurance that he’s just being in his emotional phase — but there’s nothing. Silence hangs between them, heavier than the metal that had just bound him.
Without waiting for any further reply from the younger, he is opening up the bottle of lube and pouring an absurd amount all over his fingers all in rush and fury.
He looked at the younger face, biting his bottom lip anxiously and decided to just go with it.
Nicholas is fully aware how bad of an idea it is when he slides his wet fingers inside the younger, trying to arouse and prepared him for the only thing that he can think of — fucking the damn feelings through his action.
The younger gasped when the cold fingers touched deeper into his walls, gritted his teeth like he’s fighting the emotion he suppressed inside.
“No need to care for me, I can take it, just put it in already!” Harua half-shouted at him and it’s like a demand, loud and spoken in a tone that clearly doesn’t take no for an answer.
It’s bad already that he listens to his plea, the last thing he needs is the judgment he would have if anyone knows what he is doing to the crying man in his embrace. Still, he knows Harua is not yet prepared to take him in, unless he would want to feel the hurt from the rawness and his massive stretch.
“Are you sure?” he asks, voice hoarse, eyes looking right into Harua’s glassy eyes. The petite man nodded while looking back into those piercing eyes.
After he thinks that his rushed prep was at least enough not to make the younger one hurt, he’s spooning him from behind and lining up his hot, still hard cock right between the soft asscheeks.
Still, Harua whines in discomfort, his face scrunching at the stretch, he knows he is huge. But the pain is hurting him good.
“Still so tight…” he mumbles once he makes it halfway inside. His eyes fall down to see their bodies connected, taking in their contrasts in size and skin colour.
Harua's mouth is open with no words coming up, his eyes closed, “Go ha-harder, deeper...” Is all he says, clenching around his cock.
Soon he starts to slowly speed up, their colliding bodies coming together with aggressive, loud sounds. The excess of lube starts to pour out of the younger, making the slide easier, creating obscure, wet sounds that drive him insane. One of his hands holds the younger’s leg close to his chest so he can thrust even deeper to his prostate.
Their bodies slapping together so harshly it starts to sting. He really wants the younger to feel good, and needs him to remember how their intervened bodies feel. Purposely wanting to let the petite man know that he’s only meant for him, he grinds hard from behind, making his cock bulge on the younger’s tummy on every deep thrust.
“Rua youー”
Thrust
“are..”
Thrust
“…mine!”
Thrust
His hips keep on moving, slamming into Harua who gets louder and louder as he keeps going, holding onto him as if his whole existence depends on it. The love confessions keep on pouring in from his mouths. All the “I love you’s” that he should have longed to hear, felt like a double edged knife that tore his heart open. The black haired man just whines, he doesn’t mind if it's heartbreaking cries, he takes it as pleasured moans, poured with more passion than ever before.
“Can you feel me carving your inside? You like it when I’m filling you up, huh?”
He asks in a deep voice right into Harua’s ear, biting playfully on his ear lobe, hands roaming all over his thighs and to the soft cock that hardens up again.
“I like it… Love it.. I love you so much h-yung..”
“You… you’re not gonna go anywhere” in the heat of the moment, Nicholas didn’t know what made him reach Harua’s right hand and clasped it to the other handcuffs that were still on his wrist, bounded their hands together above the younger’s chest.
“AaahーI won’t…won’t go…”
“Tell me who you belong to?”
“Y-you.. I’m belong to Nicholas' hyung…Ahーare you mine too hyung…?”
The petite man moved his face to the side trying to see the exasperated expression, who got closer and placed their forehead pressed together, breath shared and kiss stolen in a messy chase and release.
“Don’t you get it that I’m only seeing you? Can’t you see it, Rua?”
Harua cried out, and his insides squeezed around Nicholas' cock, hard enough to stop his thrusting when he was deep within. The lithe body was shuddering, but his mind still focused on nothing but the heat, the pleasure, the angel's crying voice.
Nicholas rested his forehead against Harua’s nape, his hips still pistoning the motion with loud grunt. He held the petite man as an anchor to the hazy moments enveloping their two bodies. Just the feeling of Harua in his embrace, that made his body tremble all over, mind fall to pieces, waves of emotions folded and crashed him hard.
It doesn’t take much longer for Nicholas to reach his climax after Harua finishes for the second time, he’s milking himself dry with a slow, shallow thrust into the younger.
The younger one still sobs uncontrollably as Nicholas nuzzles, sucking and biting all over his nape. Nicholas’s heart feels like it’s shattering into pieces, and all he can do is repeat over and over, desperate to let the other know that he is his only.
“I’m yours… only yours Rua...”
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The silence of their dorm is deafening after their panted breaths and bodily sounds have ceased.
After the reality sunk in, Nicholas slowly pulled off, feeling miserable than ever.
Harua has calmed a bit and he continues to cry softly, their intertwined hands pressed against his own chest as if it aches, as if they will part ways, separated by cruel fate that sentenced them from the start. Even with his back still pressed against Nicholas’s chest, warmth and sadness surrounded their figures.
Nicholas knew something wasn't right. He really knew. His first instinct was right but he decided to go against it, too curious to know if maybe Harua is only testing his limit. And now, he realized everything was not as it seems and it was too late.
He just had an amazing trip with his best friend — and then spent a mind-blowing night with his beloved boyfriend. But at what cost?
As he wraps his arms and legs around Harua, he lets his mind stop to think, he just wants to keep him close as they cry together through the night.
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