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There was a time and a place where Kenta once felt safe. It was back in the cavity of his closet, just under the blanket of clothes where he’d push himself back into a corner, knees to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs, just waiting. Patient. Quiet. Protected.
His heart beat would slow down, the adrenaline in his chest would lower, and the sound of his breath would calm him.
It was safe because he was hidden. Because he could not be found.
In the tiny space he could be himself. No longer was his nightmares knocking at the door. Nor his horrible memories with Tony—his small time at being kidnapped being followed with mindless confusion and horror.
He was just him. Kenta. Nothing.
At times Kenta would think about the complexities of the word.
How was love even a thing if not to forfeit the right to place restrictions and needs, living in a constant stillness of paralyzing fear.
Or the awful pretence of hummingbirds where they live a life of fast movements just to stay in one place in the very end.
Curiosity would hound him day and night in that very closet. And yet he’d stay, hidden, night after night hoping a fairytale would come and he could be free.
Now, Kenta was lying on a bed. Albeit next to his lover, Kim, yet the idea of being in an open space terrified him.
Kenta would lie there, awake, desperately clutching the sheets to his body, hoping and praying that morning would arrive so he could leave this personal hell.
Night is what scared him the most, yet it was a secret he kept close to his heart.
Because to Kenta, anymore inconveniences to his boyfriend would result in one thing; the end.
He was scared that Kim would leave him. Would push him away. Would be disgusted or bored or tired or something—something which would constitute the erasure of him.
And so Kenta would stay still. Quiet. Unmoving. All in the hopes that it would bide time. So he would be able to stay longer.
“Hmm…” A groan erupted from beside him, and with wide eyes Kenta watched his boyfriend toss in bed, rolling to face him, his eyes blinking away the sleep.
“Baby?” Kim murmured, reaching a hand up to rub at his eyes.
Kenta swallowed. Then replied. “Yes?”
“What’re you doing awake?” Kim asked, his voice soft and full of concern. His eyes flickered to Kenta’s nightstand, reading the alarm clock before holding his gaze once more. “It’s three in the morning, love.”
“I was just…thinking.”
“Yeah?” Kim asked, shifting his body and reaching out to grab his boyfriend. Easily, Kenta was pulled into his chest, Kim wrapping his arms around him securely and pressing his face into the crook of his neck.
Kenta stayed silent and still as he felt his boyfriend take a deep breath in, as if smelling him would bring him comfort, before going lax.
His back was to Kenta’s chest, and it was easier this way. Kim not being able to see his facial expressions at all.
“What were you thinking about, honey?”
“Us.” Kenta confessed, voice quiet. He could feel his boyfriend smile against his skin, cuddling into him deeper.
“All good things I hope.”
And when Kenta didn’t reply, Kim went still. Slowly, he lifted his face from his boyfriend’s chest, staring face to face.
“Kenta?” He whispered.
Kenta swallowed again. His fingers curling into a fist as he tried his best not to shake.
“Kim?”
“Yes, love?”
“When will you get tired of me?”
A frequent question that had been plaguing his mind for days—weeks at this point. Overtaking and overthinking every aspect of their relationship in Kenta’s mind.
He was unsure of so much in the world. Unsure about his place here, in Kim’s home. Unsure about being in this relationship.
Unsure about…if he was worthwhile at all.
So much unsureness gathering and wrapping up all around Kenta until he was suffocating under it. Until he was gasping for air, shoving his fingers down his throat in order for some form of reprieve.
Kim stayed quiet for a beat. Then, “What do you mean?”
Kenta closed his eyes tight, his hands fisting. “Don’t make me repeat the question. Please.”
“What do you mean that I’ll get tired of you? Where’s this coming from, baby?”
He sounded so soft. So sweet. So concerned and so much of something Kenta didn’t deserve. He shifted in Kim’s arms, trying to pull away but failed when Kim refused to let him go.
Instead, he gathered him closer. Held him tighter.
“Explain,” Kim said, pressing his nose against the top of Kenta’s head.
Kenta felt tears prick his eyes. “Explain what? The steps you need to take in order to get bored of me sooner? Can’t you just do that on your own? Can’t you get tired of me on your own?”
“No.”
“I can’t…” And then his voice broke, unable to go on. He took a shaky breath in, trying to continue as his eyes squeezed shut. “I can’t give you what you want. And what I have given you isn’t enough. You’ll get bored of me soon. Quick. It’ll happen. It always does—“
“Wait—“
“—and when you do, you’ll move on. And I’ll stay here. I’ll always be right here. Watching. And wishing. And praying that one day you’ll find me interesting again—“
“Stop.”
It wasn’t the firmness of his voice, nor the squeeze his arms gave Kenta as they curled tightly around his body.
No. What made him stop talking was the pain he heard in his tone. The tortured, gasping pain he heard as that one word was pushed out in hopes of stopping the spiel that was leaving his lovers mouth in rapid speed.
Kim pressed his face into the side of Kenta’s throat again, his nose brushing the base of his neck as he hid there. Like he was trying to burrow deep.
As much as it hurt Kenta, he had to finish what he started.
So instead of staying silent, he reached his hands up, placing them over Kim’s arms that were wrapped tightly around his body, and held his limbs in security.
“You have so much to offer.” Kenta said tiredly. “You have the world.”
That had Kim moving. He uncurled himself from Kenta, pulling away and before Kenta could conjure this action up into another convoluted attack, Kim had roughly twisted him around so they were face to face.
He cupped his face, stroked back his hair, stared deeply into his eyes and said—
“You’re my entire universe. There’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do to keep it that way.”
“Be realistic.”
“I am. This is.”
Kenta shut his eyes but Kim shook him slightly to keep him from closing in on himself. From curling away and hiding again.
And when he opened his eyes, Kim could truly see everything that had been stirring in his mind.
The exhaustion and fear and downright terror of the weeks after the Johnny incident. After the blaming game at the rooftop and the lies that were uttered in those walls.
At the harshness that was spoken and stayed, burrowing itself deep inside Kenta’s body mKentag a home there.
“My baby’s been hurting, haven’t you?” Kim asked softly, stroking his thumb back and forth along Kenta’s jaw. “My love needs to hear some reassurance, doesn’t he?”
Kenta shook his head with force. “This is more than that—“
Kim cut him off with a firm shake of his head which had Kenta quieting down. He watched as his boyfriend shifted their bodies again, getting comfortable above Kenta mKentag sure to keep his weight off of him.
Moving his hand from his jaw to the top of his head, Kim began to cradle the back of his boyfriend’s neck, leaning closer until they were millimetres apart.
And then he pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. Then in between his brows. The tip of his nose. His cheeks and chin and wherever else Kim could kiss he did.
And in between those kisses he murmured the sweetest words.
My baby is so special to me. So sweet. You’re my sweetheart aren’t you? My pretty baby. My good boy. You’re mine. All mine.
And all Kenta could do was lay there, being smothered with kisses and words until tears pricked his eyes and a heavy weight on his chest made it difficult to breathe. To think.
When it all came to an end, as most things do in Kenta’s life, he watched with foggy eyes as Kim stared his straight in the face, both hands now cradling his jaw as he pressed the last and final kiss to his lips.
“You’re the love of my life.” Kim whispered, eyes soft and sad. “What can I do so you stay?”
Kenta held back tears as he reached his own hand up, clutching at the fabric of Kim’s long sleeve in a hold that was childlike.
He looked so innocent. So sad. His eyes wide with tears.
“What can I do to stay interesting?”
That broke Kim’s heart. The earnest way he sought the answer.
Kim shook his head, closing his eyes momentarily before opening them again. “There’s nothing for you to do. Just stay like this, with me, forever.”
“Will you promise to like me forever?”
Kim let out a watery laugh. “Every question you ask me is one I thought I answered. But it seems like theres some things I need to make up to you on.”
Kenta pressed his lips closed at that. He wasn’t sure when it had happened. When exactly he had started to think this way.
Perhaps it was the day in the car when Kim uttered those harsh words at him. Perhaps it had been during the few minutes when he was trapped with Johnny when he believed Kim wouldn’t come to rescue him.
Or perhaps it had been always. This guttural feeling that stayed with Kenta growing up, through everything friendship and relationship he ever had.
Perhaps.
Hours later they lay close together on the bed, Kenta on top of Kim, his face resting on his boyfriends chest hearing Kim breathe in and out as his steady heartbeats lulled him back to that place of comfort.
“Kenta?”
“Yes?” He replies, blinking his eyes open just slightly. His hand fisted the fabric on Kim’s shirt, letting him know he was listening.
“What were you before me?”
Kenta paused momentarily. Then, “Drifting.”
“And now?” Kim asked softly. “What are you now?” His hand rubbed up and down Kenta’s back in soothing strokes.
Kenta closed his eyes, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips for the first time that night.
“Tranquil.”