Thank You
The Howling - Part III: Imprinting
Yoochun... likes to touch. It's these words that leave a bitter feeling in the pit of Joonmyun's stomach and it only worsened as Jongin kept speaking. When he finally came out with it, his insides dropped before rising to his throat, leaving the most unpleasant taste in his mouth. He saw then that Yoochun was more than just an ; he was a sick bastard who would do anything for a bit of pleasure, so long as it made the other squirm.
After a moment, Joonmyun shifted uncomfortably, remembering how the other male had treated him just a bit ago, the look he'd had in his eyes when he said he was going to have 'fun'. He felt gross now, almost as if he could still feel the bastard's hands on him, and he wanted nothing more than to shower and curl up under the blankets of Jongin's bed, where he knew he'd be locked away and safe.
All Joonmyun could manage at the moment was a small nod, not even bothering to return the smile because he wasn't going to push emotions that he didn't have. He was tired and he wanted to sleep, and he didn't care that it was only early evening and the sun wouldn't set for another hour or so; time didn't matter here, because they had nothing important to do.
For a long moment after the plate was held out to him, Joonmyun just looked at it before realizing that Jongin meant for him to take it. So, he did, but he set it on the counter before turning to the boy and wrapping his arms around his torso, holding tight as he kept a hold on his own emotions. "Thank you, Jongin. You've done more for me than anyone else. Thank you."
He shouldn't have told him. should've just let joonmyun believe that yoochun was a disgusting pig who liked to piss people off by touching them unnecessarily. Especially since he'd just been in close proximity with yoochun... but he'd told him, and he'd seen the look in his eyes when he had. he looked upset and disgusted, and jongin instantly regretted it.
"Im sorry, i shouldn't have said--"
Hs words cut off when joonmyun stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his torso, his heart skipping a beat before rising to his throat in an attempt to suffocate him. for a moment he was confused, still, before he slowly lifted his arms to loosely sling them around the elder's waist, his face pressing into the boy's clothed shoulder.
"You shouldn't thank me..." he whispered, his eyes closing as he breathed out slowly, letting himself get comforted by joonmyun's arms for a short moment before he carefully pulled away, fingers uncomfortably curling into the hem of his shirt. "But... you're welcome. Now come on... we should head back to the bedroom..."
After that, he looked away, cheeks flushed as he cleared his throat.
There was something about the way Jongin returned the gesture that told Joonmyun he shouldn't have been as close as he was. It wasn't that the boy would hurt him, but the fact that he was supposed to be his imprinted mate made being too close feel odd and uncomfortable. At the moment, however, he pushed those thoughts aside and let himself fall into the feeling of being safe in the boy's arms.
And when Jongin pulled away, Joonmyun allowed it because he could feel how it made the younger anxious; it wasn't like he wasn't going to be seeing him, because, in fact, Joonmyun was probably going to cling to him for the next few days. Where Jongin would go, so would the elder, right by his side and refusing to leave even for a moment.
Nodding, Joonmyun reached for the plate before making his way out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bedroom, knowing that Jongin was right behind him. Inside, he set the sandwiches on the bedside table before climbing onto the bed and pulling his knees to his chest. He knew he needed to eat, needed some form of nutrition or another, but his appetite was as good as gone and he wasn't sure how well anything would stay down; if Jongin made him try, then he would try, but otherwise he didn't have a plan of forcing food down.
Jongin held his breath even as Joonmyun took the plate and turned to leave the kitchen, giving the room one last glance over before he took the plate of biscuits he'd gathered - the ones he'd made for the elder - and followed him out of the room. He was silent as they walked, choosing to keep his thoughts to himself as he followed behind the elder male. So many thoughts were running through his mind. Thoughts of the imprinting, knowing that Joonmyun knew about it, knowing that he'd have to let the boy go one day... one day soon.
Thoughts that he just didn't want to dwell on, because thoughts like that left him feeling empty and hollow, and all he wanted to do was curl up into a ball and forget everything. Again and again he wished he hadn't met Joonmyun, hadn't tried to run away, because then the elder might not've been dcaught the way he was... might not be 'paired by fate' to the teenage werewolf who couldn't do anything right.
Once they'd made it back to his room, he closed and bolted the door, preferring not to have another run in with Yoochun any time soon, and watched as Joonmyun sat on the bed and pulled his knees to his chest. The boy had been scared out of his mind... not that Jongin blamed him - he was still scared of YHoochun, even after the years they'd been at each other's throats - and he pursed his lips before crossing to where he sat, placing the small plate of biscuits down on the blanket before he climbed up to sit beside Joonmyun.
"...Do you want to watch a movie? S-Sunny lent me her copy of Phantom of the Opera," he mumbled after a long time of silence, his arms wrapped around his own knees before he slowly looked up at Joonmyun. "If anything, the singing will help you sleep..."
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