In spite of everything it wasn't difficult for Zitao to love Jiyong. Quite the opposite, in fact, it was the easiest thing in the world. Even when he wished he didn't, and even during all those years he'd spent trying to smother the flame set in his heart, it just would not burn out. There was no choice to be made about how he felt, only about what he did about it. But those feelings kept on and on pushing him to throw self preservation to the wind, leading him to skip over all the bad parts that made Jiyong ugly, terrifying, or strange. He knew it was all there, and there was a lot of it too, but still, he couldn't help the fact that he'd rather be besides Jiyong in a hurricane than safe and warm all by himself. What did he have left if he didn't have this?
Zitao swallowed the pills without question, unprepared for the little kiss, and the counter apology. Maybe Jiyong really did understand, and he really would change... And maybe hell would freeze over at the same time.
Ever since the big confession and ever since coming to China together things just kept going from bad to worse and Zitao was becoming painfully aware that love just wasn't enough. As much as he tried to ignore it, the truth was that they could love each other more than the moon loved the stars and they'd still tear each other into pieces.
Zitao pinched the bridge of his nose, briefly squeezing his eyes shut before dropping his hand away again, looking at the other man and giving a nod that seemed almost defeated, accepting the apology. Then he dragged his feet away from the wall and his bones ached as he stood up. At 22 he was too young to feel this old.
In the bedroom he sat on the edge of the bed and tiredly attempted to single handedly undo his shoelaces and unbuckle his belt, preparing for bed. "We'll have to think about where we're gonna go tomorrow, huh? They're gonna be all over this town looking for us."
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Zitao swallowed the pills without question, unprepared for the little kiss, and the counter apology. Maybe Jiyong really did understand, and he really would change... And maybe hell would freeze over at the same time.
Ever since the big confession and ever since coming to China together things just kept going from bad to worse and Zitao was becoming painfully aware that love just wasn't enough. As much as he tried to ignore it, the truth was that they could love each other more than the moon loved the stars and they'd still tear each other into pieces.
Zitao pinched the bridge of his nose, briefly squeezing his eyes shut before dropping his hand away again, looking at the other man and giving a nod that seemed almost defeated, accepting the apology. Then he dragged his feet away from the wall and his bones ached as he stood up. At 22 he was too young to feel this old.
In the bedroom he sat on the edge of the bed and tiredly attempted to single handedly undo his shoelaces and unbuckle his belt, preparing for bed. "We'll have to think about where we're gonna go tomorrow, huh? They're gonna be all over this town looking for us."