Jin liked to hold Takaya's hand
Jin liked to hold Takaya's hand.
He's only held his hand twice; first when he forbade Takaya from ever committing suicide and the second time was when Takaya tried to kill SEES with his pistol. Why did he like to hold this particular person's hand so much?
"I noticed that you are always trying to hold my hand, is there something wrong with my hand?" Takaya asked Jin out of the blue.
Jin stared at him blankly. It seemed like he didn't understand the meaning of such a question just yet. There was a seemingly one minute before Jin finally understood and became flustered.
"No," he denied, "It was... it was just a coincidence! No, I mean, I have no intention to do it, not even a sexual harassment!"
Who said that the blue haired guy was trying to rape him? Takaya chuckled, "Don't worry, it doesn't bother me"
Jin didn't respond but he was well. His face showed embarrassment because of what Takaya had said. He tried to look at everything, the moon, the sky, the sea, the street, as long as it wasn't Takaya's probing eyes.
"But," the guy with the glasses began, although his eyes were not set on Takaya's face, "You asked me about it instead of keeping silent about it. You must be think that that it is weird, don't you?"
"I'm just curious," Takaya gave him an empty smile, "Why are you always trying to touch my skin even though it must be cold?"
Yes, Jin understood this meaning. Takaya was shirtless and he had gone out at the Dark Hour when the cold winds blew at all midnights. Everyone thought Takaya's skin was cold, since he didn't use any string attached on his upper body.
But Jin thought differently.
"Is my skin warm?" Takaya asked, his smile wider now.
Jin huffed and rubbed his temple, "Well, I don't know but, maybe yes?"
"Weird, you have your turtle-neck and long sleeves" Takaya said, his tone sounding like he was messing with the other guy.
"I don't know" Jin used emphasize in his words, "I don't really understand either; I just feel it is always warmer when I touch your skin."
Jin's words stopped when the taller male's index finger touched his lips. It was warm, yet it made him freeze.
"Is my finger warm on your lips?" Takaya asked seriously. Jin couldn't say anything; it felt like time stopped. This was unusual to him.
"Answer," Takaya spoke again, "Does it feel warm?"
"Yes," it was an automatic answer seeing as Jin was lost in his empty mind. He could tell that his breath came around Takaya's finger, and he could see Takaya's evil grin before him.
"Warm, huh?" The taller guy asked teasingly, suddenly he cupped Jin's cheeks with his own hands and kissed the boy on the lips.
Jin's eyes widened, yet he couldn't do anything else. Takaya's lips on his felt like warmth; no, heat perhaps, but Jin still remembered Takaya's hands cradling the side of his face, playing it a little with the soft skin, stroking ever so gently.
After seconds Takaya broke up the kiss and dropping his hands to Jin's shoulders. "Does it feel warm to you?" Once again, he asked the same way though it wasn't with a finger but with lips.
Jin cleaned his mouth and closed his eyes, in an attempt not to look shy. "Yes, warmer than usual."
Takaya giggled, releasing Jin's shoulders and walked through the street. "Come on, Jin, the Dark Hour will end soon."
"Yeah"
"If you feel cold," Takaya licked his own lips in a perverted manner, "Come to me. I'll give you warmth you have never felt before."
Jin noticed that the statement was dangerous, but couldn't help it. He liked the heat Takaya had given to him with his just lips. "Yeah, I'm sure I will come to you."