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“You should take it as a compliment.” Jiho was being serious when it came to that. Even though he knew he was easy to get in the mood, he wasn’t the type to admit it out loud. Especially to Yoon of all people. His words had a huge smile curving on to his lips and while before he had been against kissing him more, he wasn’t holding back now as his fingers now dipped below the collar of his shirt, nails grazing along the top of his shoulder and enjoying the smoothness of his skin beneath the pads of his fingers before sliding back up through his hair. All too soon the male broke the kiss and before the mirrorwalker could complain, he found himself laughing when his hand was taken from its hold in his hair, fingers brushing along the delicate curve of his neck. The blonde found himself smiling even more, and winked at the male with a nod. “It would be my pleasure boo.” Thrumming his index fingers against the side of his neck, he sat up more on the bed, elbow digging into the sheet in anticipation. “But, first I need you to close your eyes for me, can you do that Yoon?”

With an amused tilt to his head, he waited for the male to close his eyes, lashes fluttering against his pale cheeks. “That’s my boo, you listen so well for me.” Now Jiho felt like he was in his element. He was always good at sexual festivities and he wasn’t about to be lazy for the dark haired male. He knew he had been the only one to touch him in such a way and he wasn’t about to give him a depressing memory to regret later. His hand that had been along his neck, grazed its way down until his fingers touch the top of the collar of the shirt he wore, the fabric way too thick for his liking. Trailing his hand down, he smoothed his way down his chest and over his narrow waist, until his palm curled around the sharpness of his hip. “I like that I can turn you on so easily.” Speaking was his way of coaxing a person in, making them more comfortable and setting the mood.

Dipping his fingers in past the hemline, he let out a noise of approval as his palm finally could hold on to his waist without the barrier of clothes, his thumb brushing along the sharpness of bone. “Can you turn so that you are on your back for me?”

“I don’t change. I’ve been like that since I was born.” Yoon didn’t know a lot about Jiho’s past, or vice versa. It had never been a subject that had come up. The Sun Sprite didn’t know about his upbringing in the Shadow realms, where nothing is clearly visible and masked in darkness. Most creatures that lived there were not friendly so to speak, so his first contact with people had been when he had come to the Earth realm. It also seemed like the male had a gruesome past, seeing as how wrecked he had been yesterday. Yet, here he was having his own issues when the health of the other was unknown.

 “I’ve never had real relationships with people Yoon. This whole academy thing was my first time not just using people out of boredom. I’m really sorry, I know this doesn’t make me sound good boo, because I’m not.” He never considered himself a good person, but he loved himself dearly. It was just his way of living and while he was finally becoming more moral in terms of societies’ views, he still wasn’t your normal person. He probably never would be. “I want you to stay as well.” He did. When he first met Yoon, he had found him to be amusing and then when he realized he couldn’t touch him, a challenge. Now, he actually didn’t know what he was, but someone who now was a part of his life and under his care. The dark haired male leaned in and lips met his own, bringing a wave of content and warmth surging through his stomach. His fingers that were placed against his cheek, now cradled the smooth skin, fingers slipping around his neck for a better angle. It was less frenzied then the kiss he had forced earlier, but it didn’t stop desire from stirring inside his blood, heating his skin with a flush as he realized just how pressed together they were and the fact that he wasn’t wearing anything, but boxers. Jiho would like to act like a simple kiss couldn’t turn him on, but being the person he was who craved touch, it was rather easy to cause him to react in such a way. Pulling back gently the male, carded his fingers through the short hairs along the nape of his neck. “If we continue I’m going to get hard and I don’t prefer jerking off in the bathroom.”

It wasn’t that Jiho had planned to kill Yoon. That had never been a thought. But it was the absence of that thought that was confusing the mirrorwalker. It was his normal pattern to follow. The fact that he couldn’t even equate to harming the other was proof he had gone soft and had fallen too deep into whatever connection they had. He was supposed to be a one man show, worried about no one, but himself so he could never get caught up and here he was. Stuck. Crawling into the bed, the blonde nestled back into the warmth and waited for the male to get situated before pulling the sheets over himself. Yet, he turned his head to look at him at his name and a frown pulled at the edges of his lips. “I don’t think you get it Yoon.” There wasn’t any way he could kill him, not now, not in a year. “I used to kill people yes. Especially when they walked out the door on me first before I was done with them…” His fingers rubbed over the edge of the blanket looking down at the male below him. “When you left, it should have sparked that need, except it didn’t. I never wanted to kill you.” Not once had he even considered it an option which is why he was so messed up in the head.

“I don’t know what’s changed, and that scares me. I’ve always been my only worry and care unless doing something for someone that could benefit me in some way….I don’t know what to think about all of this.” He wanted Yoon. He knew he did. His hands craved to feel him, to hear the noises he could make him make, to cover the male in his scent with his clothes to know that he was his. Yet, he knew without a doubt that having those things would just bind himself tighter to the male and weaken his own control over himself. With a sigh, he took ahold of the blankets and turned on his side, leaning his head against his arm as he gazed upon the other. “You have more control over me than I think you know.” It was probably for the better. The mirrorwalker wasn’t someone to admit to things like that. Bringing his hand up he gently let his fingertips graze along the fullness of his cheek. “I’m going to let myself be selfish for now and try not to think of the consequences.”

Jiho didn’t know how to answer any of it, so it wasn’t surprising that Yoon didn’t either. He was a mess and he couldn’t stand still, deciding that pacing would at least help to ease some of the pent up feelings that were rising inside of him. I care about you. It wasn’t something he hadn’t heard before, directed at him. Many people he had been with said they cared. However, they didn’t know the real him at all. The person who killed people, who toyed with people in mirrors out of boredom. The Sun Sprite didn’t know that much either, but the fact that he had made the comment about killing him and he still seemed to be sticking around, well was confusing. The sound of feet meeting the ground, made him stop pacing and he turned to look towards the male that now stood, swallowed up by his nightclothes and hair disheveled around his face. “Don’t you see by now that I’m really not a good person? I’ve told you that before, yes I have saved you, but that doesn’t change who I am.” Or maybe it did.

Jiho hadn’t been the same since coming to the academy. He had learned to do things without expecting payment or satisfaction of some sorts. The blonde made friends, ones he didn’t just sleep with and use.  Slowly he had learned some of the basic skills to living socially with people and it seemed Yoon had had a very big impact on that growth and now he was terrified to try and live like that person. He didn’t know if he could do it.

Yoon slowly inched his way towards the blonde who watched him warily as he came closer. “I can’t not be in control.” Feelings were always something he had been able to keep in check, to always focus on his own and not others when it didn’t benefit him. Now not so much. Tentatively hands came to rest on his hips and he was stunned that the Sun Sprite was even still standing here. His head rested against his chest and the blonde didn’t get it. He had admitted to the fact that he should have killed him yet, here he was baring his neck. The overwhelming amount of trust that Yoon held for him was warming and also terrifying. Another thank you was given and the blonde found himself snorting. He didn’t deserve a thank you and before he could rattle something off about it, his next words had him pausing. Come back to bed.  

Never would he had thought the other would want to be close with him after admitting to such murderous intent and for a moment his one hand came up and rested along the male’s shoulder, pulling back to look him in the eyes, to see if he really wanted that. “Are you sure about that?” It came out more of a whisper and for the first time in a few minutes, the mirrorwalker was calm. Whatever answer he say in the male’s eyes was good enough for him and he nodded his head before making his way back to the bed, one hand wrapped around the other’s wrist to drag him along. He had expected many outcomes after his blowup, but this was not one of them.

Jiho wasn’t happy. Not with himself and even less with Yoon. What had happened to him? In the past he wouldn’t have let someone who walked out on him once, let alone twice affect him to this level. No, the mirrorwalker would have hunted that person down, and tortured them until there was nothing left to live for, but the promise that he was going to kill them. Jealousy was a driving force for his murderous plans and even if he seemed nonchalant and not harmful, a switch could flip and the blonde was seething with the need to get revenge. Except with the Sun Sprite. He had been wounded, a hurt that he couldn’t scrub out with long showers or curse away by grasping the hips of someone else while he fell into euphoria. Nothing seemed to remove that nagging presence. Even now with his mouth brutally pressed against his own and the sagging truth that he could have messaged the male first, he couldn’t be nearly as mad or follow old patterns to hurt those that hurt him.

Instead he felt a hand wrap around his wrist, a plea to stop holding his hair so tightly and his grip loosened, because while he had intended to strike pain, he couldn’t bring himself to really do that. It was overwhelming to the mirrorwalker. Why couldn’t he revert back to his old ways? Nails dug into his chest and the looming pressure of being pressed away made his heart flutter wildly. Not again. No more leaving and that simple act had him barely contained on a precipice of panic. His mouth fell from the others, instead focused on getting lungfuls of air to calm himself down. Looking up at the other’s words, his found a noise rising at the sight of a wet track of tears rolling down Yoon’s cheek. He shouldn’t be regretting his actions. He shouldn’t be feeling guilty for causing him to cry, yet here the blonde was feeling all of those things. The male was at a loss of words. Most likely when the dark haired male needed them the most. How could he have helped him in his darkest times, when he had been so selfishly hurt when he had come back the first time? Instead of seeming to care, he had followed his own ways and showed indifference with an icy approach.

Yet, his heart cried in joy to hear he wanted this just as much as he did, to risk it all to touch and be touched. It brought him some calm, but also stirred annoyance about himself on the inside. Yoon shouldn’t have this much power over him and the fact that he did scared the blonde much more than many other things. A mouth pressed against the tender flesh of his palm and then wrist and he found himself letting go of the hold on the other’s hair, pulling away as if it had burned. It had, in all the ways he feared. He didn’t let people control him, or have power over him. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” It took so much to say those simple words and his head tipped down so that he was staring at the sheets on the bed. If Jiho continued to be this wrapped up in Yoon’s finger, in his own mind, he wouldn’t ever be the same. He was terrified of staying, but he didn’t want to part. However, the fear tasted like poison and he wasn’t a martyr. Slipping from the bed, the male took two shaky steps away, hands coming up to run through his hair. “I’ve changed too much.” If he were to look in the mirror, he wouldn’t even recognize himself anymore. “The old me would have killed you for leaving the first time, well at least tortured you until you begged for death, yet, I couldn’t do it.” Turning to look at the male, his eyes lost and confused. “Why do you have this power over me? You aren’t supposed to. No one is.”  

Jiho had expected some kind of reaction out of Yoon. He was after all kindhearted and the idea of someone being upset with him probably was one of his worst nightmares. His shocked reaction made him even more annoyed. Did he not expect him to be so angry? He had left. That was already breaking the mirrorwalker’s cardinal rule and he had killed for less. However, he had allowed him to come back into his life and then he did it again. The shame had almost been too big of a blow for the male. “So you kept the mirror. Who cares? It’s nice to have on hand when you need to check your face.” Of course it was more special because the male had his name carved into it. Thankfully if it had been lost, people were too dense to think about the true meaning behind it. Bringing his fingers up through his hair, he tried to calm himself down, the strands tickling his face was just perturbing him more. “Did you ever think to pick up a phone? Write a letter? Come on Yoon, you didn’t just leave, you cut off all ties, so yes I did think you forgot me, because there isn’t another reason as to why you couldn’t even send a stupid text message. That would have been better than nothing.”

Not that the blonde would have acted like it was something. At least it would have shown that he was alive and not ignoring him for someone else. A knee bumped into his side and he was almost tempted to pull back, not allow him that amount of skin on skin contact. However, there wasn’t anywhere to go. His next words had him snorting, eyes rolling back. “Are you seriously back on this idea? Newsflash, I never cared about getting burned in the first place. I took those risks a long time ago because I wanted to feel you that badly. Yet, here we are again. Oh poor Jiho might get burned, so now I need to not touch him at all like he is the plague.” Maybe he was being a bit harsh, but he was sick of being treated like he was the delicate one.

He watched as his hands curled into the sheet more. A sad smile ghosted across his lips, clapping his hands together. It wasn’t a happy moment, not in the least bit. “Well congratulations on leaving and finding out your memories. I would have loved to have been kept aware all this time.” He was definitely bitter and the petty comments just kept coming. It was a defense mechanism, one he was very good at playing. What happened next had the mirrorwalker looking up at the male in half amusement and the rest in resentment. Yoon had thrown a leg over his hips and was now straddling his waist, palms running down his sides. “Oh did something change? Am I worthy of that risk now?” He probably should have stopped there, but he couldn’t stop the cruel words from spilling forth, just when the other was bending down, mouth hovering above his own. This was definitely not how he expected this to happen. With his cheeks flushed in anger and breathing heavily. However a promise was made and lips were pressing down against his. For a few seconds, Jiho enjoyed the feeling of the smooth mouth against his own, until he snapped, turning his face to the side as fingers dug into the male’s silken hair and pulled back enough to make his head arch back. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Tilting his head up; his mouth caught Yoon’s lips in a heated kiss, teeth nibbling insistently at the flesh. It wasn’t a nice or gentle kiss. No, it was hard pressed and more teeth than mouth, but in it, he poured all of his frustrations, sealing it with a swipe of his tongue across the abused skin.

“You laid on me first if I remember correctly, I was just getting comfortable.” To over exaggerate his words, Jiho laid out limply against the bed, letting his weight hold the male down more, well at least his leg that had him trapped. Yoon was practically completely on top of him and he really didn’t mind. Being a physical person as he was, he enjoyed being able to touch people, especially someone who he hadn’t been able to before without the fear and risk of being burned. Now, he could run his fingers down his shoulder and feel nothing, but smooth skin. It was an electrifying feeling. “My warmth? I think you are a lot warmer than I am.” Not that the mirrorwalker was cold, his race had a normal body temperature unlike others. No, he had a feeling that the Sun Sprite was enjoying the ability to have skin on skin contact without hurting someone and the blonde wad completely okay with being the test subject. Well at least for now. He was still sleepy and fuzzy brained this early in the morning, but eventually his brain would once again remind him about looming questions and gut wrenching feelings of being left so easily.

Fingers brushed across the curve of his ribs, feeling the dips along the concavities of his body, and running across scarred tissue from glass cutting deep. It made him take in a deep inhale, nipples hardening from the ticklish sensation of being touched. Jiho wasn’t pious and being touched so intimately in the morning wasn’t the easiest thing to ignore, especially with a warm body pressed against him tightly. “I didn’t say I didn’t want you to. I would have made myself clear if I had a problem with it.” Even if the male was hurt, the mirrorwalker wouldn’t have allowed Yoon to do anything he didn’t like or want. His hands stilled on his body and it caused the male to look up in surprise, not quite understanding what was going on. It was like water had been thrown over the blonde and annoyance seemed to fizzle inside him. The male pulling away had sparked the feeling of being left, thrown out like the trash and he found himself turning to the side, propping himself up as he looked at the male with a curled lip . “I don’t want to hear anything about that shit Yoon. If you want to touch me then do it. If you don’t, then don’t touch me, but I am not going to stay around for you to make me feel like you actually care and then forget I exist like the last time. Two times.” Maybe this wasn’t the best way to bring it up, but Jiho was sick of being treated like a toy. Other people were the toys to him. He would be damned if he let the Sun Sprite back into his life and give his attention to him when he wasn’t going to stay.

“Well I am too. I can’t imagine what it was about to cause you to react so badly.” Not that Jiho didn’t want to know, but he found it rude to ask about it. Besides he wasn’t the best with dealing with emotional tidbits and he had a feeling that it would be so. Instead, he ran his palms up Yoon’s back until his fingers were carding through his slightly dam hair. It probably should have made him cringe at the thought of touching sweat, but instead of focusing on that, he tried to calm the male down as much as he could with the only comfort he understood. “No reason to be sorry, about that of all things.” Nightmares weren’t something you could control and the mirrorwalker wasn’t surprised that he had suffered through one. Especially with being hurt and having memories come back, the body seemed to like to remind people in more subconscious ways. “Mmm it’s very early and I am not looking forward to finding out exactly what time it is.”

He would rather deny not sleeping very much by not seeing a clock in the near future. Letting his hands drop to resting against the male’s shoulders he let himself relax into the sheets once again. It was very warm and it would be a lie that he wasn’t tempted to doze off again. However, he didn’t think he could with the male awake. He didn’t want to leave him to his own thoughts. Fingers grazed across the flat planes of his stomach, making the muscle bunch at the touch and a shiver run up his spine as he looked at Yoon curiously as he wrapped himself around him. “I can’t sleep with you awake you know.” Jiho was very stubborn and even if Yoon asked him to sleep, he would deny it. Once he had made his mind up on something, he rarely changed it. Shifting his hips, he pressed himself more against the male, one leg wrapped around the curve of the Sun Sprite’s calf. “I feel like we are a pretzel at this point. I knew you liked me, but apparently not being able to touch me all that time, made you needy now.” Not that he was complaining.

Jiho could tell there was a change in Yoon’s demeanor, and he could only hope that he would wake up soon from his nightmare. His breathing wasn’t as fast paced and the tiny noises coming from his throat seemed to dissipate just like the tenseness in his muscles. When he turned his head into the pillow, he found himself letting out a sigh. Thank god the other had calmed down and his fingers that were rubbing against his neck stilled. Finally he was calm. Except the mirrorwalker was mistaken as the male began to cough quite a bit, frantically shoving up from the bed to get out from the covers. The blonde pushed himself away to give Yoon room, his hands slipping to grapple around his waist so that he wouldn’t fall off the bed.

He really didn’t know what to do, but watch in horror as he continued to cough, until it seemed like he had caught his breath and eyes were turning to meet his own. “Are you okay boo?” Of course he didn’t think he was, from the way his chest still heaved and how shaken he looked. However, he couldn’t not ask and his hand came up to help pull the sheets around his shoulders. Yoon laid back down next to the blonde, head cradled against his shoulders. “Well from how you reacted in your sleep and now, I would have to agree.” It had been shocking, because Jiho himself hadn’t ever really watched someone have a nightmare, especially one so painful.  “Are you okay now? Do you want some water or?” He really didn’t know how he could help. The mirrorwalker wasn’t the type of person to take care of someone, so he was rather useless, besides allowing the dark haired male to use him as a pillow.