A/N: Helluur, and welcome to another mediocre author note.
As always thank you to everyone following this and for all the love.
Also a huge shout out to Trashy for drawing us yet another glorious image of our two favourite boys that I have uploaded as the story cover! Love you girl. You're amazing.
Anyhoo, without further ado, let's see where these two end up now that they've called things off... heh heh heh...
Enjoy ;)
K~
Chapter 11 - Old Habits
The speed he was going would surely get him pulled over and a ticket shoved straight in his face but that didn't matter right now.
Stan's main concern was getting to Brooklyn's as soon as possible as the phone call he'd just received from him was gut wrenching.
He was hysterical.
Uncontrollable sobs tearing through his throat as he shrieked down the phone at him over something that had occurred earlier on that evening.
He'd witnessed the redhead in some emotional states whilst he'd been assigned to him but this one was far from ordinary.
He just hoped he didn't do anything stupid...
Slamming the car to a halt he applied the handbrake and flung open the door. Running as fast as his legs could carry him up the apartment block's stairs and straight to Brooklyn's front door.
He pounded against it, his heart racing in his chest.
"Brooklyn open up! It's Stan, I'm here!"
A few seconds went by, feeling like an eternity until the door clicked and pulled open, showing swollen eyes and a reddish grey complexion.
The wild red hair walked away from the open door wordlessly, letting him in at his own accord into his dishevelled home.
"Brooklyn..." Stan's expression softened as he walked in, taking in the state of the apartment before closing the door gently behind him.
His coffee table had been flipped on to its side, there was ceramic smashed on the tiled floor in the kitchen...
Yeah this was a bad one..
"What happened son?"
The younger boy spun around, looking unhinged and tear stained.
"H-he lied to me!" He cried gruffly as he gulped air.
"Who lied to you? About what?" Stan softly asked him, taking the utmost care with his tone and words at this clearly delicate situation.
Brooklyn was a bit of a loose canon at the best of times but during an episode he was a ticking time bomb.
If he didn't cut the right wire this would not end well.
"Kai! He ended it!" He choked loudly, "I just wa-nted him to be okay and he s-said it wasn't work-"
He couldn't finish his sentence due to the aggressive bout of crying that tore out of him.
The older male's chest tightened at the out pour of emotion from him.
This bloody 'Kai.'
He knew this would end in tears but the last thing he'd dare mutter right now was an 'I told you so...'
"Alright okay, alright shhh.." He cooed, wrapping his arms around the redhead whose head instantly dropped to his shoulder. The sobs continuing to pour from him though were muffled into his shirt.
"Everything's going to be okay son."
"No it isn't! It's never going to be okay! He's the only one! It was meant to he him! There's no point living now!" His muffled voice sobbed through his shirt as he gripped him tight.
"Woahh hey now, we don't talk like that." Stan lightly scolded as he pulled slightly away, hands on Brooklyn's shoulders and looking right at him.
"You've everything to live for. Ya hear? There are a million more things to life than a boyfriend. You were doing fine before Brooklyn and you'll be fine after when you've had time to heal from this."
"How was I fine before him!? I was anything but fine! I was only fine when he came back in to my life and now he's gone and I don't understand why!" He cried at warp speed as his lips continued to tremble.
Stan got them sat down on the sofa, trying his hardest to use his training as well as his own wisdom from life experience to calm him down a bit.
It took more than a few rounds of word tennis, he was a stubborn one. A lonnng course of trying to convince him that the world wasn't in fact ending and Brooklyn disagreeing with him entirely. But finally, he managed to settle the boy down enough that the two of them could have a conversation without his words being sobbed out.
Mainly because it seemed the poor, heartbroken kid was exhausted.
Hell, he was as well...
Brooklyn's head had flopped on the back of the sofa, clocking out in an awkward position where he sat.
Stan's own eyes burned. But he was also torn.
Really, he ought to make some phone calls and report this...but he also was the one in charge of his care.
He'd stay and watch him for now...give him a chance to show him he could handle this. Any sign of anything serious, he'd pick up the phone.
But for that night, or morning, depending on how you looked at it, a small eye rest on the sofa was all he would get.
The following morning, he called his manager requesting a shift swap due to "personal circumstances" and thankfully Barbara granted it. Let the kid sleep some...
Tuesday morning, he honked his car horn as he sat outside waiting for him, stomach churning on whether a mop of red hair would shortly appear and dreading what state he'd be in.
He was still a teary mess every time he'd called or checked on him the day before...
A few long minutes later, the gloomy mop did in fact appear. Face like a wet Saturday and looking sickly.
He fell in to the car, doing his seat belt clumsily and went back to wallowing.
Stan sent him a half smile though it was missed as the others gaze stayed fixed down by his feet.
At least he was alive...
"Morning Brooklyn... how are you feeling?"
Brooklyn rolled his head that was leaned against the back of the seat to look at him, face still cloudy and gloomy.
"Sad..."
Stan just sent him an apologetic look before releasing the hand brake and setting off.
"Would you like to pop some music on? Your choice..." he offered after a minute or two, taking a look to him before going back to the road.
Brooklyn gave a sad nod and weakly reached out for the glovebox, rummaging for the CD and shoving it in the thin slot.
As it disappeared inside, his dead eyes scanned the track list, selecting the number and slumping down in his seat as the gentle and mourning guitar strumming filled the car.
"Yesterday...All my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday. Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be. There's a shadow hangin' over me..."
Stanley tensed.
Oh this boy...
"Maybe we should uh.. listen to something a little more chirpier, hm?" He suggested before pressing skip on the CD player.
"Heeeeey Jude. Don't make it bad...Take a sad song, and make it better..."
Stan shook his head and savoured the genius.
Ahhh, the Beatles...
Brooklyn sighed.
He could give a shit about Jude's problems. He was crippled with heartbreak...
The car rolled up outside the garden centre and Stanley sent over a forced smile.
"Have a good day ... call me if you need anything alright? I'll be here just after 4:30."
"Yeh..." he let out mindlessly, pulling himself out the car and dragging himself in.
Stan watched him go. Wishing he could go along with him but work would hopefully be a good distraction for him at least.
Keep him busy, preoccupied.
Hopefully he could seek some form of solace in the flowers...
x-x-x
Tired violet eyes stared off into space as the teacher droned on by the white board.
Rambling on about someone who did something somewhere in the past that he could not care any less about.
It wasn't that he wasn't sleeping at night, it was just broken up.
Get a few hours then he'd be wide awake, get another hour or so - awake.
He knew what the problem was. Knew what the only change was; but he didn't understand why it was affecting him so much.
He'd wanted this.
Wanted the space, wanted to be left alone.
He'd got what he asked for so what the hell was the problem?!
He let out a sigh, rubbed one of his eyes and gazed out the large window he was sat beside.
He missed him didn't he?
That was the only explanation for this.
He'd gotten a taste for genuine care and concern and like he always did he'd pushed it away.
He wanted it back though...
Fuck sake he really was getting soft...
The school day passed by as normal and Kai took the same walk home as he always did. Pushed open his front door, kicked off his shoes and as was the norm now was greeted by no one.
For the longest time it'd had been a relief to come back to his little retreat knowing it'd be peaceful and everything just as he left it in the morning.
Finally away from the outside world and all the annoying people within it, but now it was beyond tedious.
He wanted that serene smile paired with teal eyes to stand at the doorway, or look up and over from the couch and welcome him home; ask how his day had been.
He'd never been one for what he'd always deemed pointless pleasantries, but he'd grown to really like such a warm reception as soon as he'd walked through the door. Be made aware that he'd actually been missed...
But instead the only thing that was wanting his attention was the clean laundry basket that had remained untouched for a few days now.
Ughhh.. better go put it all away. Wasn't like anyone else was gonna do it for him...
Lifting it up he carried it into his bedroom, plopped it onto his bed with a slight bounce and started to pull out the clothes.
Folding up and putting away...
Folding up and putting away...
This was tedious..
Pulling out another t-shirt he automatically went to start folding it when he unravelled it again with a frown to take another look.
This wasn't his?
Oh...
His eyes trailed over the band tee, another pang hitting him once he'd realised who its owner was.
Must've gotten mixed up somehow...
Easily done when you're always taking each other's clothes off.
He folded it and placed it on his sheets before continuing with the rest of the basket.
Brooklyn either didn't care for it back or hadn't noticed it missing.
He noticed everything though...
So it was more than likely that he was just done with it like he was done with him.
Dropping the empty basket down to the floor, Kai sat himself on his bed and peered down to the shirt.
Seeing it had made him miss him even more...
He wanted to see him again...
It wouldn't hurt to ask if he wanted it back would it?
There was a slight chance he'd just not realised it was gone, right?
He was only human after all...
He took out his phone and opened up Brooklyn's text thread.
Reading over the last message from him several days ago from the Sunday that had gone unanswered.
He hadn't even felt his phone vibrate. The intensity of the match so great it wasn't until he locked with icy eyes he'd even given him a second thought that day.
Though once again, he was all he could think about now...
He'd wondered how he'd been doing over the past few days.
Knowing Brooklyn he was just his usual floaty self, just getting on with what the day brought.
He wondered how his job was going too.
He seemed to be settling into it when he'd last spoken to him about it...
Well.. there was only one way to find out...
A fair thumb hovered over the keypad.
The fuck did he say to him?
[You left a shirt here, want me to bring it over?]
Hm, no.
He pounded at the backspace deleting the message.
[Hey I just found one of your shirts...]
No...
He sighed flopping back onto his sheets staring at the empty text bar.
Just make words... He silently willed the phone.
Let's tread carefully here. Brooklyn might not even want to speak to him so rather than send him this long message and it blow back in his face let's just keep it simple...
[Hey.]
Brooklyn stared at the clock that hung above the cash register.
Fifteen more minutes until he could go home and crawl under his dark covers.
The day had been horrible.
He'd gotten a light scolding from Barbie after he was apparently 'not overly helpful' to a customer.
It wasn't his fault he didn't care where the mulch was, or that he didn't have it in him to find out.
He'd kept his head down after that, making sure his areas were all stocked, watered and preened.
He avoided the purple hydrangea plants like the plague, not wanting the reminder of the eye colour he missed or stab in the heart it brought.
At points, it was inevitable and had to walk by.
...He flicked some petals off after making sure no one was watching.
His break involved him slumping in his chair and feeling worse by the minute.
It was never confirmed he was coming, but he'd always come.
But he knew today and all the days that would follow that nobody was coming.
And the little staff room felt that much lonelier for it...
He floated around for the rest of his shift, trying to find enough little jobs to keep him out of trouble but also keep himself hidden some.
But finally, his freedom came.
Another day, another dollar.
...He didn't want the fuckin' dollar. He wanted Kai...
He said goodbye to Barbara and the other apron monkeys and got himself the hell out, sighing in relief as Stan's car sat waiting to carry him home.
With a push of a button the car unlocked and Brooklyn slipped inside.
"Afternoon," Stan greeted with a smile before setting the car in motion. "How was your day?"
Brooklyn fell in like he had in the morning, rolling his head over to look at him with big, sad eyes.
"Bad..."
"Aw how come?" The older one asked, sending him a soft expression before locking back on the road ahead of them.
Brooklyn shrugged.
"Just was...I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to help people find the perfect garden trowel. Or smile...I just want to go home."
"You need to snap yourself out of this funk Brooklyn." Stan sighed out though was firm with his tone. "I know it's only been a few days but when you're at work, you need to be professional and just get on with it."
Brooklyn's eyes watered.
"I'm trying..."
Stan's mouth opened before he exhaled whatever advise he was thinking of sending his way.
Truth be told he had nothing for him.
He didn't know the first thing about teen love and what to even recommend for him.
"I know, I know... I just don't want you feeling low any more over this boy is all.. Have you heard from him at all?"
"He's not just some boy..." he sniffled before shaking his head, "and no...I know him. I'll never hear from him again..." he choked as emotion drowned him once more.
He reached in his pocket for his tissues that he'd wisely brought to get him through the day, getting his phone out first in order to dig for them.
Out of habit, he glanced at the screen, only to let out a loud, suffocating gasp at the name that had popped up, almost making Stan swerve off the road.
"IT'S HIM!"
Gaining control of the car Stan's chest heaved on him before he took a quick glance to see the others elated expression.
It was none of his business what he'd said, and he had no intention of prying, but advise the young redhead he would.
"I think you should take a little while before you respond and revisit this Brooklyn... think about how much he'd upset you that day..." he warned.
Brooklyn waved his hand and shushed him.
"Hang on..."
He braced himself and opened it.
[Hey.]
...
What did that mean?
"He...it just says 'hey'...What do you think that means!?" He voiced as he turned desperately to look at him.
"I-I don't know?" Stan stuttered to him. "That he's saying hi?"
He'd never been so confused in his life.
How else could you interpret a 'hey'?!
Ugh teenagers!
Brooklyn burned a hole in his screen with his eyes, tilting his head to try and see if he got any vibes off it.
"But why!? He said he wanted to be alone! Away from me! So why is he talking to me!?" He choked up a little hysterically, "or is he pitying me!? Because I don't need pity! Or maybe he's toying with me because I embarrassed him in front of Tyson! Or is he literally just being friendly? He said we could still be friends but I don't want to just be friends because that's too painful!"
The relentless ramble of thoughts caused the other to shift in his seat as they pulled up outside Brooklyn's apartment block.
Seemed like just a normal start of a conversation to him but what did he know?
"Why don't you just delete it Brooklyn? Forget you even got it. Clearly this is causing you torment and you don't need this kind of grief..."
Brooklyn stared at his phone a moment more and then finally registered what he'd said.
"But what about my closure!? My peace!? How am I to move on if I don't fully understand!? They say everything happens for a reason, but I don't see any reason for this!"
"Then, ask him what he wants? Ohh I don't know Brooklyn! Look you're home!" Stan announced in his fluster. "Let me know when you're next in work and please don't get too worked up over this?"
Brooklyn got himself out the car, pausing at the car door and leaning down to stick his head in before he closed it.
"Sooooo just to clarify, you think I should ask him?"
Stan thought for a moment before sending him a smile.
"You do whatever you feel is right Brooklyn." He advised. "You're a smart kid, so whatever you decide on just know I'll be here to support you either way."
Brooklyn shifted, lips twisting in to a coy little smile.
"Aw gee, thanks Stan. My regards to the lady." He said as he shut the door and slapped the roof of the car.
x-x-x
..98...99...100...
Kai collapsed back on the floor of his bedroom, chest rising and falling with his abs feeling like they were on fire after that.
With a groan and grit teeth, he sat himself up once more a minute or two later and looked to his alarm clock.
It was almost 8pm. Brooklyn must've finished work by now surely if he was down to today.
So he was just ignoring him then... Guess he deserved it.
Feeling deflated he started to ease himself up from the floor to jump in the shower when the buzz of his phone caused his head to snap to it, launching himself forward completely forgetting about his tight stomach and throwing the screen up to his face.
[Hey.]
Kai stared at it for a moment. He wasn't sure what he was expecting from his own simple greeting but after hours of trying to keep himself busy to stop checking his phone every two minutes he'd have liked an emoji too or something...
Least he wasn't ignoring him though so now what?
Did he get to the point and tell him about his shirt or go with the usual script?
Only it wasn't just going to be a bullshit pleasantry as he was genuinely wanting to know how the redhead was doing...
[How are you?]
Brooklyn jumped at the fast reply, reading it over.
He felt a jab of anger.
How was he!?
How did he think he was!?
Oh sure, just peachy! Who knew living with a heart that had turned to dust felt so good!?
He put the phone down, bringing his knees up to his chest and hugging them, squeezing his eyes shut and taking a few nice big calming breaths.
Calm down, Brooklyn. Kai may have hurt you, but he wouldn't message you in ill intent. There would be no reason to.
Kai never did anything pointlessly.
But it still raised the question, why was he asking?
Why did he care after pushing him away?
He needed time to think...What was the best thing to do here?
At 11pm, Kai's phone buzzed.
[Alive. Why?]
His eyes had just started to fall to a close, tired from staring at the screen and for the answer that wasn't coming, only to snap wide open as his text came through.
What had he been doing?
Why did it really take him three hours to reply and then to give him clear attitude on top of it?
[Just asking.]
Maybe he should just get to the point then since it was obvious Brooklyn didn't want to talk...
[You've left a shirt here. Found it whilst I was doing laundry. Do you want it back or not?]
Brooklyn's heart sank.
Oh yeh. The retro band t-shirt...His favourite one.
[I gave it to you, remember? If you don't want it though...]
[Oh you did? My bad... No I like it. Never mind then. Sorry to bother you.]
Brooklyn felt his chest clench.
Was that it now?
If they were to never speak again, their last words were about a t-shirt?
That wasn't right...
The separation wasn't right either in his opinion. But still.
[No, not a bother.]
Did he ask him how he was back?
No.
Yes.
...No.
Yes! It was polite.
NO. It wasn't needed...
[How are you?]
Kai read over the simple question, his thumbs hovering over his keyboard as he thought on how to respond.
Was he honest and reveal that he'd gone and brought on a load of mental suffering upon himself, Brook was right and he was wrong?
Admit out loud for the first time in his life he was not ok?
Or play cool, yeah fine, same old, the usj, y'know how it is?
He figured he'd just settle with the same word he had used..
[Alive. Thanks for asking.]
He set his phone down beside him on the sheets after a minute and stared up at his ceiling.
Even he wouldn't know what to respond to that with so couldn't expect Brooklyn to.
He wanted to keep talking to him though... Ugh he wanted to see him!
How could he convince him to meet with him? To come over?
Thought for sure the shirt would have lured him...
He wandered into the bathroom and picked up his toothbrush before locking on the other beside it.
... now that was just desperate, but...
[There's actually other stuff here too of yours. I'm around tomorrow if you want to stop by?]
Brooklyn read the message, dropping the phone like it had burned him.
No...
Not that...
The humiliation of going to remove every trace of himself from his life and then have to walk away again with him still very much present in his.
But at the same time...
Was he weak for needing to see him?
Maybe he was.
But maybe they could talk?
Maybe he could come away understanding?
And maybe this time he could say goodbye.
[Yeh. Ok.]
Kai's heart skipped a beat.
Yes!
So now they could talk. Great.
Well, hopefully..
If all Brooklyn wanted to do was get his imaginary stuff and leave then.. he wouldn't really know what to do after that.
[Cool. See you tomorrow then?]
[Yeh.]
Saturday morning came around and usually Kai would have slept in a little after the gruelling week.
However he'd actually been up earlier than what he would've been if he was going to school to clean and scrub his entire house.
He was a man possessed.
Bleaching and dusting. Everything vacuumed and polished.
There was still the possibility that Brooklyn was only going to stand at the door to receive whatever it was he was expecting to receive but just in case...
He wanted everything perfect.
Brooklyn held his breath again as he reached the little gate that lead to Kai's apartment.
Was he really doing this?
Stan was right, this could possibly bring a whole new round of hurt.
But he just had to see him...
He forced his way to the door, hand going automatically to the keypad to punch in the code.
But then he remembered that wasn't a luxury entitled to him anymore.
He sighed, going for a civil knock at the door instead.
Kai's head snapped to the sound.
Shit he was here.. oookay breathe...
He took another quick look around the place, it looking almost too perfect now...
Seemed like no one even really lived here. Like one of those show homes or a museum.
Walking past the couch he tipped over a cushion before instantly changing his mind and sitting it back upright.
God this is was ridiculous, just answer the damn door!
Stepping to it he peered through the peep hole to see a distorted view of the redhead.
Even with an enlarged face he was still cute...
He took in a breath before slowly exhaling.
It was going to be okay. Relax...
With a slight shake to his fair hand he gripped the handle and opened the door, the others eyes locking with his own instantly.
"Hey..."
Brooklyn froze up at seeing him again, as if he was a ghost from years ago.
Damnit. He was hoping he'd erupted in acne of had a bad haircut or something in his absence, make it easier to look at him without the usual effects.
But no. As usual. Perfection...
He turned a little pink around the nose and brought his eyes away, pretending to be interested in the doorfram-
Ooooo! A cobweb!
Ah, nothing more stunning or astounding than a cobweb. Truly wondrous. Especially on a frosty day.
...That was a lie. They were beaten by the person in the door.
"Hello..."
Kai swallowed before remembering how to speak and took a step back opening the door wider.
"You uh, wanna come in?"
Brooklyn straightened himself up.
He had the power here!
"Yes. I suppose." He told him flatly.
The shorter of the two seemed to shrink within himself further as Brooklyn stepped in holding a faint sense of superiority.
Pushing the door to a gentle close Kai then turned to him before psyching himself to talk to him again.
"Can I get you a drink or anything? Something to eat?"
Brooklyn turned and folded his arms.
"I believe you had some belongings of mine?"
"Oh uhm.. Yeah- Sure just - Give me a second..." Kai stuttered out before heading to his bathroom.
Whatever hopes he had of them rekindling were out the window now.
He was a fool to think they would. Just because Tyson and others always welcomed him back with open arms after his bullshit didn't mean everybody would...
Brooklyn clearly wasn't interested by his body language and tone he was sending him.
Could just take his stupid toothbrush and shove it somewhere...
Walking back out with his pathetic excuse for inviting him over he held it out to him, eyes avoiding his completely.
"Here."
Brooklyn looked at it a moment blankly.
Instead of taking it, his eyes burned and watered.
"You brought me here for this?"
Kai shifted.
"Well.. it's yours isn't it?"
He tried to hold some bite to his tone as he stood holding out the toothbrush to him but just felt as stupid as he probably looked.
Brooklyn turned his watering eyes to the floor.
"Why would you be so cruel?"
Kai's eyes in turn snapped up to him and his arm fell slack.
"What?"
"Oh don't act stupid Kai! You know ending it hurt me and yet you'd make me come here and see you again for a cheap toothbrush?! Why!? Why wouldn't you just throw it out!? Why would you toy with me like this after you said you wanted to be alone!?"
It was violet eyes turn to water.
He knew he wanted to be alone. He knew what he'd said to him but he also knew how he felt.
His hand fell completely to his side, fair hand clutching the toothbrush so tight he was surprised it didn't snap in half.
Brooklyn glared back, waiting impatiently for some words.
"Well!?"
"It's because I miss you okay!?" Kai shrieked, his voice cracking and glistening eyes threatening to overflow.
"I just wanted a reason to see you Brooklyn but it's fine! Forget it! Leave if you want! Go! I don't care!"
Brooklyn let out a frustrated growl, gripping his hair.
"Do you care or don't you Kai!? Which is it!?"
Kai's bottom lip wobbled as he looked over to him but turned his face away when he felt a tear trickle down his cheek.
"Of course I fucking care..." he admitted in a hushed tone before looking down to the toothbrush in his hand. "All I wanted was to see you.. But, I thought you hated me after what happened.."
Brooklyn sniffled back.
"I don't hate you...But I'm not here with open arms either! What do you want from me Kai? You care but you don't want me. You want to be alone but asked me over because you miss me. I don't understand!"
"I do want you Brooklyn!" He sobbed out throwing the toothbrush to the floor in frustration. "I know I'm a fuck up alright! I don't even understand myself sometimes but I know now this is what I want. I-I was just... scared.. I'm sorry..."
Brooklyn's angry face softened.
He hated to see him upset...
He took the few steps to bridge the distance towards him and reached out to touch his arm.
"What are you afraid of exactly?"
Kai took a glance to the fair hand caressing him before looking to the floor.
His upbringing was no secret, Brooklyn knew that much. Knew he wasn't raised around love and affection and was even trained to despise it.
"I know you called it some virgin act but.. I don't know, falling deep with someone and having all these feelings I was never allowed... it's just been a lot to get my head around, especially since I can feel it happening..."
Brooklyn's other hand came to touch the other arm, running them up gently to rub his shoulders.
"I know it's hard. But if you feel it, why would you run from it?"
Kai shrugged a little to him and kept his gaze low.
"I guess before it was because I knew there'd be some form of repercussion for allowing such feelings.. but now, I don't really have an excuse do I?" He huffed a faint laugh before looking up at him. "Old habits die hard I guess..."
Brooklyn moved closer.
"Then let me help you break them..." he said quietly as his hands moved on their own to move on his shoulders.
"You'd do that? Still? After everything?" Kai's voice was a mere whisper as he stared back at other. The touch on his shoulders giving him both the comfort and reassurance he'd needed since Brooklyn walked out the door.
"I'd do anything for you..." he blurted back to him without giving it a second thought.
Going full circle Kai's hands grabbed a hold of Brooklyn's jacket and pulled him in close the same way he had done before all of this started.
Crashing his lips against his the two wasted no time in kicking it up a notch and allowing tongues to be involved and fair hands gripped and grabbed at what they could.
Brooklyn let out a sigh, getting drunk on it in mere seconds.
His heart mended and soared.
He knew it...he knew it was wrong for them to be apart.
It wasn't his fault.
It wasn't Kai's fault.
It was his for doing what he did. Making him scared of how he felt for him.
Kai knew it too. Knew they were an item.
He was just afraid of it.
He would help him. Make him see it was good and nothing to fear.
They took it upstairs, both on each other like they'd never been apart but with the same hunger like it'd been years.
If it wasn't for the burden of breath the two never would have parted.
"I've missed you..." Kai panted out caressing the others cheek.
"Being away...from you...was torture." Brook gave back in between heated kisses, unable to stop gorging himself.
Kai's eyes slipped closed again as the kisses trailed along his jaw and down his neck.
"I'm sorry... again.. for everything..."
His head rolled back, savouring the feeling of having him back. Drinking in his scents, the feeling of his skin, the bones that lay underneath, everything.
"Just don't do that to me again...please."
"Never.. I promise..."
Brooklyn let out a weak sound of happiness.
He promised.
He knew he felt it too...
He just needed to step back and see it.