Seunghyun swallowed, trying his best not to widen his eyes at Jiyong's whispered words. ? at the age of 11? what kind of sick person would do that to such a innocent child? he saw Jiyong starting to quake again as his scarlet lips tried to form new words, his black eyes squeezing shut as he bit his lower lip, hard, as if wanting it to tear and bleed.

the littler boy then slowly begins to take his hands out of Seunghyun's, bringing his fingers into a tight fist as he moved them up his legs; he didn't want to go on to the details, it was too painful recalling. Seunghyun's eyebrows furrowed slightly in worry as he leans into Jiyong, feeling the irresistible need to hold him close and feel his warm, fuzziness all over his body,

"it's alright Jiyong...you don't have to tell me if you don't want to...just know that I'm always gonna be there for you, just like Yongbae Hyung."

he looked over the boy, he looked terrible, as if he hadnt slept in days, but it only has been 12 hrs since Seunghyun last saw Jiyong and he was fine then...

jiyong saw Seunghyun gawking at him and he burries his head between his knees, not wanting to see the older boy's disgusted expression. But Seunghyun wasn't disgusted, in fact, a small disapproving frown tugged at the corners of his thin lips as he reached forward and brought one of Jiyong's hands into his grasp again, his fingers wrapping around the boys thin wrist almost perfectly. Jiyong felt warm fresh tears falling as he heard Seunghyun speak, softly, kindly,

"Jiyong...look at me please..." 

Jiyong shook his head slightly and tugged away in apprehension, shoulders hunched defensively ads he looked at his feet. But Seunghyun wasn't going to let this slide, he was going to help Jiyong right here and now, no matter what it takes. 

Jiyong was truly afraid, afraid of what Seunghyun was going responed him.  As much as he felt for this 19 year old, as much as he wanted to be with him forever, he just couldn't do it. Being was a big thing, and Seunghyun...would he accept it? Jiyong let out a soft wimper and started crying again at this thought, he didnt want Seunghyun to leave him, he wanted closer contact, he wanted to be held and and told that everything was going to be okay. But everything wasn't okay, Yongbae didnt like this. he was sure of it, he needed to make it stop.

just as he made another light gasp, the turqoise haired boy hesitated, leaving a space of silence before hesitantly raising a finger, using the tip to gingerly lift the Boy's chin upward to face him. he looked deep into the young boy's eyes, his dry lips slowly before wiping the tears ever so lighty off Jiyong's smooth face with his thumb, not wanting to tear the paper thin skin with his sandpaper like touch.

"Jiyong...look at me and hear me out...i-i care about you...alot, and it breaks my heart to see you like this...because, because i have feelings for you..."

Seunghyun manages to stutter out at this point of time and he watches as Jiyong's widened eyes began to calm and his eyelids drooped, his small shoulders heaving slightly as he tried to register his emotions; relief? no..confusion, anger, sadness, flooding with and overwhelming sense of joy. a smile was brought to his trembling lips and his body began to stiffen and quake, tears finding their way into his mouth as the salty tang tickled his taste buds. he wanted to jump, scream, tug his hair out, he didnt even know anymore. all he could hear was Seunghyun's deep, dark seductive voice whispering in his ear,

"I've felt this way, every since the day i met u in this cafe...and i just hope that you can accept the way i feel about you...do you trust me that much Ji?" 

Jiyong remained silent, brain not registering much and hurting badly. he just feels some kinda attractive force 'pulling' himself towards the boy next to him. so the pink haired boy slowly crawls into Seunghyun's lap, snuggling up into the Male's chest like a little kitten for his master, causing the larger built male to sink back onto the soft creaky bed with a soft gasp under Jiyong's slight weight.

he was shaking like a leaf, shuddering with the cold and all the clogged thoughts in his mind, was too much for him to handle and he had heard the words come from Seunghyun's lips. he just didn't want to speak then, he thought this was all just a dream, a dream come true and he didnt want to wake up from it. Seunghyun didnt dare move a muscle either, watching wide eyed as he saw the love of his life in his arms, soft, frail body in nothing but a thin longsleeved shirt and skinny jeans, breathing softly, gently, almost peacefully. He couldn't help himself and ran his long fingers through Jiyong's pink locks, tracing his cheekbones with the back of his hand and shuddered at the feeling of the cool surface of the milky white skin. he watched as the angel grabbed his hand and placed it under his face, like a young child would do and held his smaller hands against it as he mumbled, almost illegibly, 

"Bubble gum...stay here okay..?"

seunghyun felt a sense of true happiness coursing through his veins as Jiyong whispered this by his ear, was it a yes? or a no? aish...he would find out tmr and till then...he would watch his beautiful love drift off into slumber...

*LATER THAT NIGHT*

Yongbae locked up the doors to the cafe and dragged his tired body up the stairs, not bothering to do the washing up as there wasnt school tmr anyways. he decides to go check on Jiyong, the night being such ablurr that he couldnt even remember if seunghyun had left the building yet. he pushes open the wooden door slowly and sees a figure on the bed, the moonlight casting down on a patch of turquoise hair.

The male wasn't sure what to think and was highly suspicious so he inched forward, craning his neck to see a little pink fluffball snuggled up in Seunghyun' chest, hands around Seunghyun's under his small face as he slept deeply, mouth agape. The taller male had one arm around Jiyong protectively, holding him close with his chin resting slightly by the pink head. their legs were crossed over one another, and they looked so right, two songbirds in innocent slumber. Yongbae saw this and smiled, a deep smile of self praise, oh how innocent was this love so young. He coughed silently into the back of his hand and closed the door after exiting with his hand supporting himself against the wall as he stumbled to his room, knowing that maybe once in his life, he had made the right decision.

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