Warnings. Boy love. Don't like it, don't read.
Disclaimer. All characters belong to You Asagiri.
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Ngời yêu dãu của tôi.
He whispered these mysterious words into my ear on our first night together. That night after the fight in the club, when we were both complete strangers to not only each other but to ourselves. And then he pinned me to the alley wall, seduced me right there, and proceeded to turn my world upside down, all with his beautiful body and treacherous tongue.
Somehow, I found myself in those arms a few nights later, having run away from home after yet another fight with my parents over my brother Keiichi; the shining star of our household, the one person who was always better then me, no matter what I did. And yet again, Cain whispered those words as he made love to me. I had no idea what they meant, he was from Vietnam, he knew things I didn't, and he spoke a language that was nothing like the Japanese that rolled off my tongue with ease. And I didn't know what to do with these murmured fragments, the things that made no sense to me.
Until he explained everything, giving up all his secrets in a single breath. He loved me, he considered us lovers, and it made me smile. I was suddenly someone special; I meant something. It was a miracle in itself, after what happened to Keiichi, I thought I was damned for good, unable to be saved.
But with those quiet sentiments, he made me forget my past. And it didn't even matter that what he was saying was foreign, that it couldn't automatically be translated in my mind. Because I was the center of his world, and somehow, the fact that we were from different places, different nationalities, and even different social classes faded away. I belonged to Cain, and he belonged to me. No translations needed.
Em yêu quí của anh.