things cannot be reversed
Title: things cannot be reversed
Pairing: Jaehyo/Jiho (JaeCo/ZiHyo)
Group: Block B
Rating: PG
Warning: mentions of emotionally abusive relationship
Notes: /supposed to be writing thesis fic writing/
Summary: And this is how it starts.
that boy, take me away, into the night
out of the hum of the street lights and into a forest
i'll do whatever you say to me in the dark
scared i'll be torn apart by a wolf in mask of a familiar name on a birthday card
daughter - candles
The hand around Jaehyo’s wrist is tight, pressing warmly into his skin.
“What?” he repeats, staring dumbly at Jiho.
Jiho’s cat eyes narrow, just slightly for a brief moment, before he repeats himself in a low voice. “He’s not allowed to touch you.”
Jaehyo’s heartbeat kicks up in his chest, and just a little burble of laughter comes from his lips. “N-not allowed?” He tries to pull his arm away from Jiho but the grip is tightening and he doesn’t want to pull too hard. His skin feels hot all over, a sharp, itching sensation, and he doesn’t know why there’s a sudden twitch of fear in his chest. “Jiho-yah, what are you talking about?”
Jiho stalks forward, sharp edges of his shoulders blocking Jaehyo in. He wishes he wasn’t so close to the wall, briefly, but the thought is silly. It isn’t as though Jiho is going to hurt him.
“Don’t let him touch you,” Jiho repeats, and his dark eyes are exceptionally serious. The fear in Jaehyo’s chest twists at his heart and his breath catches slightly in his throat. “You’re not his to touch.”
Jaehyo wants to laugh but the fear chokes it back until his knees are feeling a bit wobbly. “I don’t understand,” he says in a slight whine, his voice faltering, because there’s nothing else he can say and Jiho is staring at him like Jaehyo made a mistake and he’s just on the bare edge of being punished for it. “He’s just- he’s just my friend. He’s your friend. It’s-"
Jaehyo doesn’t even know what it is, but he can tell that Jiho isn’t in the mood for joking or for Jaehyo to fight against him. That little lick of fear silences the rest of his sentence, makes him wet his lips in a nervous gesture and swallow down the rest of the words.
Jiho’s eyes catch on the movement of his tongue, dark gaze focused on Jaehyo’s lips for a fleeting second. It should excite Jaehyo, because he can smell the low musk of Jiho’s skin from so close and Jiho is mere inches away, but his spine feels taut with anxiety instead.
“Do you understand?” Jiho asks, and it’s not even really a question- it’s a demand.
Jaehyo nods silently, unable to speak.
He stays still, waiting, his breath barely enough to fill his chest, until Jiho pulls away.
Jiho reaches up and cups his cheek, thumbing across the expanse of skin. The expression on his face has shifted to something soft and there’s a hot twinge in Jaehyo’s heart like he’s done something right, answered correctly, if the way that Jiho just slightly smiles is something to go by.
It knocks the base off the fear so abruptly he doesn’t even want to protest when Jiho leans in and presses a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Good,” Jiho whispers against his skin.
Their faces brush, the high color of Jaehyo’s cheeks against the cool of Jiho’s skin, and he doesn’t realize he’s still trembling finely until Jiho pulls away and walks out of the room.
His fingers are clumsy as he drags his phone out of his front pocket and types in a message to Joon.
I can’t meet up today, sorry!
END
A/N: this isn't healthy and if anyone says that to you get the fuck out