I want your heart, your soul, your body—your everything. I want it all to myself.
If it takes lives to get your attention, I would murder her for you! If it takes blood, I’ll take a knife and cut myself off to bleed for you. If it’s about physical appearance, I’ll fu#k myself up with plastic surgeries to look exactly like her!
Just look here—at me.
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“What’s wrong? Why are you crying, Kyle?” Lan asked Kyle.
Kyle was crying terribly; he was kneeling on the ground while hugging himself tightly. Lan came rushing to Kyle after he was ‘observing’ the rejection Kyle received, from the spark that never burned out and kept glowing—his crush.
Lan knelt down beside Kyle, trying to comfort him. “Say, let me help you. What’s wrong, Kyle?” Lan wanted to sound as gentle as the wind could be stretched. He left the words land with pleasurable care.
“She said that—hic—she doesn’t want to go out with me—hic—and hic—that I’m just like—hic—like a brother to her—hic—“ Kyle forced out the words that weighed heavily in his throat. Kyle cried even more with every word that came out.
Lan took the chance and wrapped his hands around Kyle while whispering soft praises to him. Lan unintentionally turned it into a more intimate action than what he was targeting at. Lan did so by using warm, soft breaths.
Something like an (intimate) sweet hug from an allegedly close friend is normal between the two. The two have been this close together since they were kids.
They had shared everything since childhood—meals, games, secrets, and sleepless nights—so close that even silence felt familiar between them.
It would seem weird for two guys to be this close. Especially to her, which is why Lan took the matter in his hands and made it clear as day how close he is with Kyle. He might have even used variable and physical abuse against her.
Kyle would definitely not appreciate such actions if he discovered them. It would turn into a whole different story.
“Everything will be fine, everything.” Lan whispered to Kyle as he pulled him even closer in his embrace. It looked like he was locking Kyle up for a moment.
As each minute passes. The color of midnight crept into Lan’s eyes. Lan’s thoughts weren’t as bright either; his thoughts too were creeping out on his face.
After a couple of minutes, Kyle’s hiccups and cries seemed to lessen. Giving him an opportunity to speak his heart out. “She said that I shouldn’t see her anymore because she will feel uncomfortable around me…. Will you leave me, Lan, to be with her? I wouldn’t blame you—— me, you, and she are friends, after all.”
Kyle took a moment to breathe and looked up to search for something that reflected that Lan would leave him immediately, but would fight against such woeful thoughts.
Lan’s expression wasn’t readable at all. Lan’s dark eyes looked down at Kyle’s weepy orbs—making an eye connection. Lan’s hand lingered a moment too long on Kyle’s shoulder, tracing a path that made Kyle’s chest tighten. Which all seemed so sensual.
Just as the atmosphere began to thicken. Without breaking down the bridge of his gaze, Lan spoke, “You have to shoot me for me to take my eyes off you, so, no, I won’t leave you—Kyle.”
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The End.
