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Yoon had heard many times over the course of his time at Insolitus, over the course of his friendship with Jiho, that the Mirrorwalker "wasn't good" for him, whatever that meant. But whatever good (or otherwise) intent these people had had, the Sun Sprite would never understand why. Everything he had experienced in the past and everything that was happening now and in the past day, told him otherwise. He was willing to go slow, acquiesce to his requests, even help him through this despite everything that had happened. The only things crossing his mind in this moment were just how good Jiho was. For him and just in general. A small nod of his head let Jiho know that was exactly what he wanted him to do - mark him. The thought of feeling those nails and teeth across his sensitive skin, the idea of looking in the mirror in the morning and seeing the bruises from the marks Jiho's mouth would make, all of it made him groan softly, biting his own bottom lip as he continued to hold the other's biceps, despite his previous concerns. It just felt too nice to touch him like this and know he wasn't burning him to let him go. He didn't think he could ever get over this. Not anytime soon anyway. Just as long as he didn't think about what he'd done to get this way.

And how could he when Jiho's mouth was on him again? A strained breath fell from his lips, his body still unable to relax completely, but this was a start. Definitely a start as the Mirrorwalker's lips took their time moving up his throat and along his jaw, kissing him while his nails scraped up his sides. His back arched up a bit toward the other male. "They'll heal-" he murmured, words he knew Jiho knew, but they came out anyhow. He didn’t get the chance to contest the ‘you’re so pretty’ part, even if he had wanted to as Jiho's lips against his, taking them in a soft, drawn-out kiss. One that could easily take his breath away in just a few seconds and there was no way he could form words now. From the first time they had kissed all those months ago in his bedroom, his lips had been like magic on his own. He didn't know what it was, but Jiho's kisses always drove him crazy, even the quick pecks they’d shared in order for the Mirrorwalker to not burn his lips. This one, especially, though. This was almost lazy, lingering, mouths moving together like they had all the time in the world. His mind was completely lost in this, and with Jiho's fingers playing in the back of his hair, he barely noticed the soft touches on his side. It was easy to ignore the tickling sensation when so many other better sensations were happening.

But then his hand moved to the Sun Sprite's stomach, causing his muscles to tense, a whimper to form in his throat, though it was lost in their kiss. Or almost lost, the tail of it escaping when Jiho suddenly pulled away. His breath was heavy against the other's that were so close to his and yet so far, too far than he'd like them. His mind was barely back to reality just in time to hear something about kissing scars and he knew he made a face at that. He didn't mean it, he knew Jiho's intentions were good. And he knew he wouldn't stop him, they were what had really brought them together after all. But that didn't mean he wasn't ashamed of them. Were they even still there? He supposed they would find out together.

The words that followed had Yoon smirking, forgetting all about the scars once again, and despite the flush on his cheeks at the images they brought about in his mind they were very welcome. And the fingers brushing- no, pinching, tugging at his nipple - did nothing but make it worse. Breath shaking with the next breath he took, he nodded weakly. "What are you waiting for then?" His body was longing to feel that mouth everywhere his fingers went, right down to his thighs, his erection, his nipples. And though he didn't want to think about the end result of this, that too. Squeezing his thighs against Jiho's hips, he traced his fingers up his arms, feeling his way to his face and cupping his cheeks. "Please," he breathed, pulling the other down into another kiss, this one a bit more heated than the last. His body at least was more than ready for this.

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It wasn't really that Yoon was nervous, not about Jiho looking at him anyway. The other male had seen him like this before and he hadn't changed much since then. Besides, he'd seen him naked last night in the hot tub as well. He was a bit conscious about his body with Jiho still but not to the point of actual nervousness. No, he was nervous about a whole other thing completely - what might happen once he did finally relax and allow his body to just feel. That was what he wanted, to just feel the other male, but he was having a hard time doing that. Even as those hips pressed against his own and Yoon could feel just how aroused Jiho was already, he had a hard time letting go of the breath he was unconsciously holding.

It was a nice feeling though, knowing he was able to get this reaction from Jiho when he hadn't even done much. But it wasn't like Jiho was the only one who's body was reacting like this either. His own cock was pressing against his underwear as well and that was why he couldn't let Jiho's hands down there just yet. If he did, this would all be over far too soon. "Can you handle slow?" he teased lightly, a grin spreading across his lips with that mention of going too fast. But the playfulness didn't last long before his hand was being moved to Jiho's back. His fingers curled there slightly, thumb brushing over the curve of his hip bone. "If I touch you, I think it takes away from the feeling of you touching me, doesn't it?" he asked, hesitating to remove his hand from Jiho's skin. He did quite enjoy touching him, but this could go one of two ways: one, it helped him from becoming overstimulated or two, it made it worse.

Nevertheless, he slowly trailed his fingertips up over Jiho's back, gently brushing them along skin as they moved to his shoulder blade as the other's did the same against his jaw and neck. His head turned slightly to one side, into Jiho's touches, but then he felt his nose against his other cheek and smiled again, hot breath against his skin just before that kiss and then teeth were catching his lip. As they tugged on it, he lifted his head to follow, craving that kiss to last longer, but it was done for now and he shook his head in response to the question. "I don't-" he started, memories of the first time he'd ever received a hickey, the only one he'd gotten from his boyfriend in college before he'd found out his powers went crazy when he lost control of his hormones. "I don't mind." he muttered, finally getting it out with a soft moan as those nails dragged across his skin, setting the nerves under then alight. That. That was what he wanted, his body was letting him know that real quick, cock twitching.

"Jiho," the Sun Sprite breathed heavily, hips rolling up against the mirrorwalker's above him, mostly of their own accord. "That." With both his hands now on Jiho's back, he lightly repeated the act, pressing his blunt nails against his skin a bit to drag them down just enough to create that sensation he hoped to mimic. "That." he said again with a small chuckle. "I just want to feel." It was hard to explain and his cheeks flushed a light pink, knowing he should say the rest of the words, but suddenly feeling self conscious about it. Dropping one hand to Jiho's arm, he brushed fingertips across the skin of his shoulder. "Soft touches and... nails," he muttered, switching to drag his nails further down his arm, then taking his hand and bringing it to his mouth. "Soft kisses," he kissed Jiho's palm, then the tip of his thumb before gently biting the tip of his first finger, "and teeth. Everything. Just... enjoy me. However you want." Now he was glad his eyes were closed so he couldn't see Jiho's face.

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A small smile crossed Yoon's lips, hearing the sheets as Jiho shifted across the bed to switch off the heater. It was just a second until he heard his voice again, before he returned to the bed, but not by much. He turned his head in the direction of Jiho's voice slightly, lips automatically pressed together as he nodded. He was worried and Jiho's request told him that he knew. It wasn't like his worry was unpredictable anyhow. Despite that, he had to smile, controlling a small chuckle. "If I think about that, this won't last long," he said playfully, teeth taking his bottom lip, though it was true. He relaxed a bit more, trying to think of just that. The thoughts he'd had before, the ones that had sparked this, came back to his mind, imagining the feel of Jiho's nails on his palms and fingertips, his warm lips against his neck, his fingertips tracing the scars he himself hated so much.

He was quickly pulled from those very thoughts, though, when he felt Jiho's fingers curling around his ankle. He'd felt the bed move, but had expected him to return to his hip where he'd been. His leg tensed slightly as those nails dragged along his calf and up to his knee, then down over his thigh just a bit. That last bit caused a small sound to form in Yoon's throat unconsciously. He was very conscious of where the plaid cotton fabric of his boxers ended, where they sat against his legs, and now Jiho's fingers sat just below them, warm and gentle against tender skin that was rarely touched.

Sliding one foot slowly across the linen sheet, the Sun Sprite did spread his legs a bit, adjusting them as needed as Jiho fit himself between them. This was a vulnerable position and one he had only been in once before, especially in this state of undress and Jiho was really the only person he trusted like this. And maybe it was stupid, but despite his insistance that he was not a good person, the mirrorwalker had done nothing to Yoon to make him distrust him. And as soon as those fingers were curled around the hem of his night shirt, pulling it up over his torso, Yoon pushed himself up from the bed just enough to allow the other to remove it completely.

It was hard not to open his eyes, not to look up at Jiho, but maybe it was better this way. His fingers curled into the sheet under him as he forced himself to breathe, to relax, but at least he couldn't see the way the other male looked at him, took in his small frame and that cluster of scars on his hip. What that brand even still there since his powers had been released? He didn't know, but he couldn't think about that right now. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. And just as he was moving back to those happy thoughts, he smirked at the words said. Yes, he was all his. For tonight and for whenever he wanted him. Gasping softly, Jiho's fingers moving against his skin again, His back lifted in a slight arch up against those wandering digits and then his head was tilting as those plush lips brushed suddenly against his own full cheek.

Where should he start? He could barely breathe much less think and now there were fingertips passing just barely over an exposed nipple (though it still elicited a noise from the smaller male) and down over his ribs and further. Just as they reached the waistband of his underwear, Yoon quickly grabbed his hand to stop him and smirked. No way they were going there first off. "I'm not nearly as experienced as you," he hummed quietly, bringing Jiho's hand back up to his neck, then his jaw to press cheek into his palm. "Here. You start here." His body was already a mess of sensations and Jiho hadn't even started. He just hoped he wasn't about to overload his body because for some reason it seemed even more sensitive than it had been last Christmas. Or any other time really. "And I'll try to keep my hands to myself. If you want me to anyway."

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“You should take it as a compliment.” Jiho was being serious when it came to that. Even though he knew he was easy to get in the mood, he wasn’t the type to admit it out loud. Especially to Yoon of all people. His words had a huge smile curving on to his lips and while before he had been against kissing him more, he wasn’t holding back now as his fingers now dipped below the collar of his shirt, nails grazing along the top of his shoulder and enjoying the smoothness of his skin beneath the pads of his fingers before sliding back up through his hair. All too soon the male broke the kiss and before the mirrorwalker could complain, he found himself laughing when his hand was taken from its hold in his hair, fingers brushing along the delicate curve of his neck. The blonde found himself smiling even more, and winked at the male with a nod. “It would be my pleasure boo.” Thrumming his index fingers against the side of his neck, he sat up more on the bed, elbow digging into the sheet in anticipation. “But, first I need you to close your eyes for me, can you do that Yoon?”

With an amused tilt to his head, he waited for the male to close his eyes, lashes fluttering against his pale cheeks. “That’s my boo, you listen so well for me.” Now Jiho felt like he was in his element. He was always good at sexual festivities and he wasn’t about to be lazy for the dark haired male. He knew he had been the only one to touch him in such a way and he wasn’t about to give him a depressing memory to regret later. His hand that had been along his neck, grazed its way down until his fingers touch the top of the collar of the shirt he wore, the fabric way too thick for his liking. Trailing his hand down, he smoothed his way down his chest and over his narrow waist, until his palm curled around the sharpness of his hip. “I like that I can turn you on so easily.” Speaking was his way of coaxing a person in, making them more comfortable and setting the mood.

Dipping his fingers in past the hemline, he let out a noise of approval as his palm finally could hold on to his waist without the barrier of clothes, his thumb brushing along the sharpness of bone. “Can you turn so that you are on your back for me?”

Yoon could pretend all he wanted that yesterday's experience had changed him somehow into a better, more confident person, but he would be lying to himself if he did that. So far he had done some things this morning, but they were all things he had done previously, initiating kisses and stuff, so it wasn't that big a deal. but as soon as he had voice that desire out loud and saw Jiho's reaction, that laugh and that smirk that crossed his lips, the Sun Sprite felt his face flush.  The other would know well enough by knew just how easy it was to make him flustered, but he tried to push it down.

His gaze stayed on Jiho as he pushed himself up. Not know what he was expecting in this moment, it took him a moment to process the mirrorwalker's request, but he did nod and let out a small sigh as his eyes fluttered closed lightly. What had he gotten himself into now? He smiled at the strange compliment, though he knew, or assumed from the one time they'd done this before, this was how Jiho got when he was in his zone and he found it kind of endearing. Especially when he added that cute 'boo' at the end.

As soon as long fingers began to move across his skin, Yoon unknowingly held his breath, focusing just on the sensation they left in their wake, seemingly sparking all of his nerves awake. His breath released only when Jiho's hand moved onto the fabric of his shirt and he peeked open one eye momentarily before squeezing them shut again as the other's hand curled around his hip. Yoon smiled at those words. He liked that too, actually. And he enjoyed the fact that he had the same effect on Jiho as well. "Me too," he said, though he didn't know if Jiho had meant for an answer. He could indeed remember being chastised for talking too mu the last time, but that had been nervous talking and he was trying better to control that now. Relaxing his face again, he sighed. It was hard to keep his eyes closed, but it was so much easier to feel with them shut.

And easier to feel Jiho's fingers slip beneath the hem of his shirt, holding his bare hip then. The very one with those scars that had sparked their first kiss. His touch there made his stomach tense and he unconsciously held his breath again, even as he did respond to the request easily and turn over on his back. He rested his head back on the pillow and with the cool air of the room hitting his face, he knew his body was heating up, though he didn't know if this was normal or if it was him. He took in a couple deep breaths and let them out a bit shakily before lifting his head slightly to speak. "Can you turn off the bed heater?" It might have been a strange request, especially coming from him, but he had his reasons. If he was feeling like this already, it would just be too warm by the end, even if it was only on the lowest setting.

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“I don’t change. I’ve been like that since I was born.” Yoon didn’t know a lot about Jiho’s past, or vice versa. It had never been a subject that had come up. The Sun Sprite didn’t know about his upbringing in the Shadow realms, where nothing is clearly visible and masked in darkness. Most creatures that lived there were not friendly so to speak, so his first contact with people had been when he had come to the Earth realm. It also seemed like the male had a gruesome past, seeing as how wrecked he had been yesterday. Yet, here he was having his own issues when the health of the other was unknown.

 “I’ve never had real relationships with people Yoon. This whole academy thing was my first time not just using people out of boredom. I’m really sorry, I know this doesn’t make me sound good boo, because I’m not.” He never considered himself a good person, but he loved himself dearly. It was just his way of living and while he was finally becoming more moral in terms of societies’ views, he still wasn’t your normal person. He probably never would be. “I want you to stay as well.” He did. When he first met Yoon, he had found him to be amusing and then when he realized he couldn’t touch him, a challenge. Now, he actually didn’t know what he was, but someone who now was a part of his life and under his care. The dark haired male leaned in and lips met his own, bringing a wave of content and warmth surging through his stomach. His fingers that were placed against his cheek, now cradled the smooth skin, fingers slipping around his neck for a better angle. It was less frenzied then the kiss he had forced earlier, but it didn’t stop desire from stirring inside his blood, heating his skin with a flush as he realized just how pressed together they were and the fact that he wasn’t wearing anything, but boxers. Jiho would like to act like a simple kiss couldn’t turn him on, but being the person he was who craved touch, it was rather easy to cause him to react in such a way. Pulling back gently the male, carded his fingers through the short hairs along the nape of his neck. “If we continue I’m going to get hard and I don’t prefer jerking off in the bathroom.”

Now that he had Jiho talking, Yoon thought it would be nice to just listen to him, but that would turn into a whole life story and then he'd could tell him his and they would probably just end up a sob fest and that was not really what he wanted at the moment. So he was glad his kiss had worked. They needed to forget about real life and problems for a bit. With Jiho's fingers on his neck, his lips pressed against his own, it seemed like his body was almost... overwhelmed by the sensations. It had been almost a year since last Christmas and even then it had felt... different somehow. Maybe because he wasn't under the influence of that creepy man's candle voodoo, but something about this was different, was better.

As Jiho broke the kiss, Yoon grinned and couldn't help the playful laugh that fell from his lips. "It's been a while?" he teased lightly, letting the ball of his tongue piercing run along the back of his teeth lightly. "You're not the only one," he whispered before kissing him again just the same. His own body was reacting as well, but for him, it had been a while. Jiho had been the only person to ever touch him like that. And in all honesty, he really wanted to just feel Jiho's touch. Everywhere. He wanted to experience those sensations, how the other's fingers and lips and tongue felt against his skin, against his palm and fingertips, his chest and stomach, his thighs...

This time it was him who pulled away from the kiss and laughed again at how worked up he was getting in his own thoughts when they were sharing such a simple kiss. "Jiho," Reaching up to pull the mirrorwalker's hand from his hair, he purposely let those fingers brush his skin. "I want to feel your touch."

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It wasn’t that Jiho had planned to kill Yoon. That had never been a thought. But it was the absence of that thought that was confusing the mirrorwalker. It was his normal pattern to follow. The fact that he couldn’t even equate to harming the other was proof he had gone soft and had fallen too deep into whatever connection they had. He was supposed to be a one man show, worried about no one, but himself so he could never get caught up and here he was. Stuck. Crawling into the bed, the blonde nestled back into the warmth and waited for the male to get situated before pulling the sheets over himself. Yet, he turned his head to look at him at his name and a frown pulled at the edges of his lips. “I don’t think you get it Yoon.” There wasn’t any way he could kill him, not now, not in a year. “I used to kill people yes. Especially when they walked out the door on me first before I was done with them…” His fingers rubbed over the edge of the blanket looking down at the male below him. “When you left, it should have sparked that need, except it didn’t. I never wanted to kill you.” Not once had he even considered it an option which is why he was so messed up in the head.

“I don’t know what’s changed, and that scares me. I’ve always been my only worry and care unless doing something for someone that could benefit me in some way….I don’t know what to think about all of this.” He wanted Yoon. He knew he did. His hands craved to feel him, to hear the noises he could make him make, to cover the male in his scent with his clothes to know that he was his. Yet, he knew without a doubt that having those things would just bind himself tighter to the male and weaken his own control over himself. With a sigh, he took ahold of the blankets and turned on his side, leaning his head against his arm as he gazed upon the other. “You have more control over me than I think you know.” It was probably for the better. The mirrorwalker wasn’t someone to admit to things like that. Bringing his hand up he gently let his fingertips graze along the fullness of his cheek. “I’m going to let myself be selfish for now and try not to think of the consequences.”

Jiho was right, Yoon hadn't understood. But as he explained, it made more sense and he actually was more grateful for the explanation. He felt any fear he had previously suppressed easing away completely. He'd never wanted to hurt him. Even if he'd had doubts before, they weren't there now. It made him see Jiho in a different light, knowing what he'd been like before he'd met him, maybe even when he'd met him, but it wasn't the Jiho he knew.

"People change," he stated simply. That was something he knew for sure. If not from life, at least from his time at the academy. "And it is scary." Even just thinking about how he had changed before yesterday, the things that had happened that had affected him. Like, for example, he didn't used to be afraid of snakes. As Jiho turned over on his side, Yoon looked up at him and gave him as comforting a smile as he could. It was weird to think that he had any power over Jiho, but he knew he wasn't just talking about the mirror held in the jacket pocket currently on the floor. And maybe he did, but he wouldn't abuse it. He knew some people would and maybe even Jiho was one of them, but all he really wanted was to just be around the mirrorwalker. He liked the person he became when he was with him, like he was more open and less conscious about himself.

Fingertips brushed softly over his cheek, softer than he'd expected and it tickled a bit, making his scrunch up that side of his face. Nevertheless, he turned his head into the touch and once more kissed Jiho's palm. "It's better that way. If you think about it, it'll drive you crazy. You'll push everyone away-" And perhaps that's what he wanted. "And I just want to stay here." The last words were nearly a whisper as Yoon scooted in a bit closer to the other and kissed him once again, hoping to help him in his quest to be selfish and not think about it.

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Jiho didn’t know how to answer any of it, so it wasn’t surprising that Yoon didn’t either. He was a mess and he couldn’t stand still, deciding that pacing would at least help to ease some of the pent up feelings that were rising inside of him. I care about you. It wasn’t something he hadn’t heard before, directed at him. Many people he had been with said they cared. However, they didn’t know the real him at all. The person who killed people, who toyed with people in mirrors out of boredom. The Sun Sprite didn’t know that much either, but the fact that he had made the comment about killing him and he still seemed to be sticking around, well was confusing. The sound of feet meeting the ground, made him stop pacing and he turned to look towards the male that now stood, swallowed up by his nightclothes and hair disheveled around his face. “Don’t you see by now that I’m really not a good person? I’ve told you that before, yes I have saved you, but that doesn’t change who I am.” Or maybe it did.

Jiho hadn’t been the same since coming to the academy. He had learned to do things without expecting payment or satisfaction of some sorts. The blonde made friends, ones he didn’t just sleep with and use.  Slowly he had learned some of the basic skills to living socially with people and it seemed Yoon had had a very big impact on that growth and now he was terrified to try and live like that person. He didn’t know if he could do it.

Yoon slowly inched his way towards the blonde who watched him warily as he came closer. “I can’t not be in control.” Feelings were always something he had been able to keep in check, to always focus on his own and not others when it didn’t benefit him. Now not so much. Tentatively hands came to rest on his hips and he was stunned that the Sun Sprite was even still standing here. His head rested against his chest and the blonde didn’t get it. He had admitted to the fact that he should have killed him yet, here he was baring his neck. The overwhelming amount of trust that Yoon held for him was warming and also terrifying. Another thank you was given and the blonde found himself snorting. He didn’t deserve a thank you and before he could rattle something off about it, his next words had him pausing. Come back to bed.  

Never would he had thought the other would want to be close with him after admitting to such murderous intent and for a moment his one hand came up and rested along the male’s shoulder, pulling back to look him in the eyes, to see if he really wanted that. “Are you sure about that?” It came out more of a whisper and for the first time in a few minutes, the mirrorwalker was calm. Whatever answer he say in the male’s eyes was good enough for him and he nodded his head before making his way back to the bed, one hand wrapped around the other’s wrist to drag him along. He had expected many outcomes after his blowup, but this was not one of them.

Yes, he'd been told he shouldn't get so deep, that Jiho wasn't a good person. Yes he realized now that it meant he had killed people, and probably just for fun. And maybe the fact that he had saved him once or twice didn't change anything, but the fact that he hadn't killed him when he would have killed someone previously did mean something had changed. He should feel scared of what Jiho might do, and truth was, he was a little. He didn't know how to handle this situation. He didn't know how to handle someone saying they'd wanted to kill him. He didn't know how to handle the very same person to be the person he had risked his own life just to spend a day with last Christmas.

He just needed to forget about it. To remember only that he couldn't kill him, that something inside Jiho was telling him that Yoon was more important to him than he wanted to admit. His breath shook slightly as the other male stepped back from him and his fingers pressed against his hips, thinking he was going to lose him in this moment. That Jiho was going to give up and just leave him here like this. But that wasn't what happened. No, Jiho was actually calm and his voice a whisper as he asked that question. There was no doubt in Yoon's eyes or face as he simply nodded. He might be an idiot, or maybe just way too trusting and naive, but he knew what he wanted. "I trust you won't kill me. Not right now anyway," he said as a small smile crossed his lips. Besides, if he was wrong, he didn't have much reason to live anyway.

That answer seemed to be okay for Jiho as the next thing he knew, he was being pulled by the wrist back to the bed. His smile still lingered on his lips, but for a different reason now. He just couldn't get over how it felt to have Jiho's skin against his own without burning him and he knew he was slowly beginning to get over the anxiety of doing just that. Even with something as simple as holding his arm. As they made it to the bed, Yoon crawled up on the mattress, eager to be back under the warm blankets if he was being honest, but then a sudden thought came to him and he laughed a little, though it wasn't really that funny. "Hey Jiho," he started, pulling the blanket up over his shoulders as he laid down again. "I hope I don’t ever give you another reason to kill me, but... If you ever do decide to... please don't torture me first?"

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Jiho wasn’t happy. Not with himself and even less with Yoon. What had happened to him? In the past he wouldn’t have let someone who walked out on him once, let alone twice affect him to this level. No, the mirrorwalker would have hunted that person down, and tortured them until there was nothing left to live for, but the promise that he was going to kill them. Jealousy was a driving force for his murderous plans and even if he seemed nonchalant and not harmful, a switch could flip and the blonde was seething with the need to get revenge. Except with the Sun Sprite. He had been wounded, a hurt that he couldn’t scrub out with long showers or curse away by grasping the hips of someone else while he fell into euphoria. Nothing seemed to remove that nagging presence. Even now with his mouth brutally pressed against his own and the sagging truth that he could have messaged the male first, he couldn’t be nearly as mad or follow old patterns to hurt those that hurt him.

Instead he felt a hand wrap around his wrist, a plea to stop holding his hair so tightly and his grip loosened, because while he had intended to strike pain, he couldn’t bring himself to really do that. It was overwhelming to the mirrorwalker. Why couldn’t he revert back to his old ways? Nails dug into his chest and the looming pressure of being pressed away made his heart flutter wildly. Not again. No more leaving and that simple act had him barely contained on a precipice of panic. His mouth fell from the others, instead focused on getting lungfuls of air to calm himself down. Looking up at the other’s words, his found a noise rising at the sight of a wet track of tears rolling down Yoon’s cheek. He shouldn’t be regretting his actions. He shouldn’t be feeling guilty for causing him to cry, yet here the blonde was feeling all of those things. The male was at a loss of words. Most likely when the dark haired male needed them the most. How could he have helped him in his darkest times, when he had been so selfishly hurt when he had come back the first time? Instead of seeming to care, he had followed his own ways and showed indifference with an icy approach.

Yet, his heart cried in joy to hear he wanted this just as much as he did, to risk it all to touch and be touched. It brought him some calm, but also stirred annoyance about himself on the inside. Yoon shouldn’t have this much power over him and the fact that he did scared the blonde much more than many other things. A mouth pressed against the tender flesh of his palm and then wrist and he found himself letting go of the hold on the other’s hair, pulling away as if it had burned. It had, in all the ways he feared. He didn’t let people control him, or have power over him. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” It took so much to say those simple words and his head tipped down so that he was staring at the sheets on the bed. If Jiho continued to be this wrapped up in Yoon’s finger, in his own mind, he wouldn’t ever be the same. He was terrified of staying, but he didn’t want to part. However, the fear tasted like poison and he wasn’t a martyr. Slipping from the bed, the male took two shaky steps away, hands coming up to run through his hair. “I’ve changed too much.” If he were to look in the mirror, he wouldn’t even recognize himself anymore. “The old me would have killed you for leaving the first time, well at least tortured you until you begged for death, yet, I couldn’t do it.” Turning to look at the male, his eyes lost and confused. “Why do you have this power over me? You aren’t supposed to. No one is.”  

There were many things Yoon didn't know about Jiho, and while he didn't claim to, it was a surprise to the Sun Sprite the way Jiho was acting. He had hoped he'd have missed him, and assumed he'd be angry about being called out of the blue like he'd done to him yesterday, but this was on a whole other level. Still when Jiho pulled his hand away from him like that, as though he had burned him, he quickly looked at the skin where his lips had touched, though there was no mark. That caught him off guard and he turned his gaze to the mirrorwalker's face.

And then he felt his heart stop for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. "What-what do you mean?" he managed to get out, confusion written on his features as a sort of defeat moved through him. His muscles relaxed, he was easily moved to the bed as Jiho stood up, effectively pushing him off his hips without even trying. Yoon didn't understand what was happening. This was far too much emotion he was getting from the other male and it took a moment for him to process the words and what he should do about this. How do you even process information like 'I should have killed you but couldn't.' One hand unconsciously curled into the sheets under him as he watched Jiho, meeting his confusion with his own concern.

"How can I answer that Jiho?" All anger and frustration was gone from his voice now as he spoke, quiet and sincere. "I care about you. A lot," he admitted, finally sliding himself off the warm bed, thankful the floor was fairly warm as well as his bare feet hit the wood. "There's so much I have to be sorry for. So much I have to be grateful to you for." He took a couple slow steps toward Jiho, but didn't reach to touch him just yet. He did keep his gaze held with his own, now standing just a foot from him. "It's hard, I know, to not control what you feel, but..." Hesitantly sliding his feet across the wooden floor to close the distance between them, he did let his hands lift to gently rest against Jiho's hips (but mostly to stop them from shaking and hoping Jiho couldn't feel how sweaty they were becoming). With a sigh, he closed his eyes and tipped his head down, his forehead resting on Jiho's chest lightly. "Thank you for telling me." If he'd known he'd have hurt him this much, he probably wouldn't have left again. Or would have made more effort in contacting him. "Come back to bed with me, Jiho. Please?"

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Ignorance is (Not) Bliss | Yoon & Jiho

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Jiho had expected some kind of reaction out of Yoon. He was after all kindhearted and the idea of someone being upset with him probably was one of his worst nightmares. His shocked reaction made him even more annoyed. Did he not expect him to be so angry? He had left. That was already breaking the mirrorwalker’s cardinal rule and he had killed for less. However, he had allowed him to come back into his life and then he did it again. The shame had almost been too big of a blow for the male. “So you kept the mirror. Who cares? It’s nice to have on hand when you need to check your face.” Of course it was more special because the male had his name carved into it. Thankfully if it had been lost, people were too dense to think about the true meaning behind it. Bringing his fingers up through his hair, he tried to calm himself down, the strands tickling his face was just perturbing him more. “Did you ever think to pick up a phone? Write a letter? Come on Yoon, you didn’t just leave, you cut off all ties, so yes I did think you forgot me, because there isn’t another reason as to why you couldn’t even send a stupid text message. That would have been better than nothing.”

Not that the blonde would have acted like it was something. At least it would have shown that he was alive and not ignoring him for someone else. A knee bumped into his side and he was almost tempted to pull back, not allow him that amount of skin on skin contact. However, there wasn’t anywhere to go. His next words had him snorting, eyes rolling back. “Are you seriously back on this idea? Newsflash, I never cared about getting burned in the first place. I took those risks a long time ago because I wanted to feel you that badly. Yet, here we are again. Oh poor Jiho might get burned, so now I need to not touch him at all like he is the plague.” Maybe he was being a bit harsh, but he was sick of being treated like he was the delicate one.

He watched as his hands curled into the sheet more. A sad smile ghosted across his lips, clapping his hands together. It wasn’t a happy moment, not in the least bit. “Well congratulations on leaving and finding out your memories. I would have loved to have been kept aware all this time.” He was definitely bitter and the petty comments just kept coming. It was a defense mechanism, one he was very good at playing. What happened next had the mirrorwalker looking up at the male in half amusement and the rest in resentment. Yoon had thrown a leg over his hips and was now straddling his waist, palms running down his sides. “Oh did something change? Am I worthy of that risk now?” He probably should have stopped there, but he couldn’t stop the cruel words from spilling forth, just when the other was bending down, mouth hovering above his own. This was definitely not how he expected this to happen. With his cheeks flushed in anger and breathing heavily. However a promise was made and lips were pressing down against his. For a few seconds, Jiho enjoyed the feeling of the smooth mouth against his own, until he snapped, turning his face to the side as fingers dug into the male’s silken hair and pulled back enough to make his head arch back. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Tilting his head up; his mouth caught Yoon’s lips in a heated kiss, teeth nibbling insistently at the flesh. It wasn’t a nice or gentle kiss. No, it was hard pressed and more teeth than mouth, but in it, he poured all of his frustrations, sealing it with a swipe of his tongue across the abused skin.

The angry words kept coming and a part of Yoon felt a bit proud that Jiho was actually saying them instead of brushing the feelings away. They hurt like hell, but it was... nice? to know that leaving had actually affected the other male as much as, if not more than, it had affected the Sun Sprite. "Yeah I kept it to check my face," Yoon laughed, shaking his head, tempted but resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the thought. "But if you remember, Jiho, you didn't send me a message either. A simple 'are you okay?' would have been nice." It had been his mistake to not contact the other, but he was not one to go down without a fight and if Jiho had never seen his stubbornness before, he would definitely see it now.

Even once his hands pressed were pressed to Jiho's skin, he was staving off the tremors. He knew the other had never cared about the burns, knew very well, but it had never stopped him from worrying. He never wanted to hurt the other, but before had been different. Before, he knew how his body worked and just how much was enough. Now, he had no idea what would set his powers off, or even if they would react or when. And if they did, he had no idea what would happen. He'd set the blanket on fire just trying to warm up a bit for Christ's sake. "I'm unpredictable now. You saw what happened to the blanket. I'm sure you saw the smoke yesterday if not the burned house itself. I accidentally killed three people in there-" he swallowed back the emotions that came with that, "-but if you're willing to risk it, then yes. So am I."

The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it surprised Yoon that Jiho allowed it to last that long. And despite that, it didn't break the way he expected either as suddenly his head was being pulled back by the black locks that now framed his face. A soft curse, the very same that had fallen from his lips during his nightmare, slipped from his lips and he groaned. "I intend to-" the rest of the thought was lost, those words barely made it out before his lips were being taken again, this time not in a kiss. He wouldn't really call it a kiss anyway. More like Jiho attacking his lips with all the hurt and anger that he could tell the mirrorwalker had pent up. It hurt, but nevertheless, the very sensation was having an affect on his body. And now he could feel the flush all over, from the way his heart beat hard in his chest to the way he could feel his skin heating up, slightly relative to what could happen. Moving his hand to press against Jiho's chest, he did attempt to get away from the hold he had on his hair, but before he could, he felt that tongue on his now injured lip.

Blunt nails dug into the blonde's chest as Yoon used his other hand to pull Jiho's by the wrist in an attempt to get it from his hair. "I'm sorry, Jiho," he muttered, breath heavy and a bit shaky as he spoke, a single tear sliding down his cheek unbeknownst to him. "I should have called. I should have told you. I- I should have let you know what was going on. I didn't want to tell anyone about the nightmares. They were terrifying. And even more so now that I know they're actually memories and not just nightmares. Memories I didn't even know I was missing-" his breath hitched, the Sun Sprite having gone from breathless because of the kiss to near tears. His gaze met Jiho's again. "I want to touch you. I want you to touch me. I want this. All of this. I don't want to be afraid." Now it seemed the words were simply spilling from his own mouth and he bit his lip out of habit to shut himself up, though it didn't last long as the pain rang through them. Turning his head, he pressed his lips to Jiho's palm, then to his wrist, not nearly as soft as the kisses he'd landed against those fingers the night before.

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Ignorance is (Not) Bliss | Yoon & Jiho

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“You laid on me first if I remember correctly, I was just getting comfortable.” To over exaggerate his words, Jiho laid out limply against the bed, letting his weight hold the male down more, well at least his leg that had him trapped. Yoon was practically completely on top of him and he really didn’t mind. Being a physical person as he was, he enjoyed being able to touch people, especially someone who he hadn’t been able to before without the fear and risk of being burned. Now, he could run his fingers down his shoulder and feel nothing, but smooth skin. It was an electrifying feeling. “My warmth? I think you are a lot warmer than I am.” Not that the mirrorwalker was cold, his race had a normal body temperature unlike others. No, he had a feeling that the Sun Sprite was enjoying the ability to have skin on skin contact without hurting someone and the blonde wad completely okay with being the test subject. Well at least for now. He was still sleepy and fuzzy brained this early in the morning, but eventually his brain would once again remind him about looming questions and gut wrenching feelings of being left so easily.

Fingers brushed across the curve of his ribs, feeling the dips along the concavities of his body, and running across scarred tissue from glass cutting deep. It made him take in a deep inhale, nipples hardening from the ticklish sensation of being touched. Jiho wasn’t pious and being touched so intimately in the morning wasn’t the easiest thing to ignore, especially with a warm body pressed against him tightly. “I didn’t say I didn’t want you to. I would have made myself clear if I had a problem with it.” Even if the male was hurt, the mirrorwalker wouldn’t have allowed Yoon to do anything he didn’t like or want. His hands stilled on his body and it caused the male to look up in surprise, not quite understanding what was going on. It was like water had been thrown over the blonde and annoyance seemed to fizzle inside him. The male pulling away had sparked the feeling of being left, thrown out like the trash and he found himself turning to the side, propping himself up as he looked at the male with a curled lip . “I don’t want to hear anything about that shit Yoon. If you want to touch me then do it. If you don’t, then don’t touch me, but I am not going to stay around for you to make me feel like you actually care and then forget I exist like the last time. Two times.” Maybe this wasn’t the best way to bring it up, but Jiho was sick of being treated like a toy. Other people were the toys to him. He would be damned if he let the Sun Sprite back into his life and give his attention to him when he wasn’t going to stay.

Jiho's reaction caught Yoon off guard. He had honestly been joking about him not wanting it, but it seemed the other took his pulling away more seriously than he'd expected so when he was being pushed back slightly by Jiho turning onto his side, the Sun Sprite looked up at him, stunned. His own features hardened a little at those words forget I exist. How could he even-

"Jiho-" Yoon started, lips pressing together as he sat up, his shirt falling down over his back where it had ridden up slightly. "Do you actually think I forgot about you? How could I forget about you? Do you think that’s why I kept that mirror all this time?" Seriously. After all they'd been through? The mirrorwalker was on his mind every day. How could he even think he'd forgotten about him. Turning his body to look at the other, his right knee pressed against the larger male's side, he caught his gaze and held it, the hurt obvious in both of their eyes. "You think me being concerned about burning you is me not caring? It's quite the opposite actually." His voice stern, he didn't realize that his lips had turned themselves down into a small pout as he spoke.

His hand curled in the sheet under him, the comforter pooled at his side now. "I’m sorry I left so suddenly, but I did tell you I was leaving. I had to find out why I was having those nightmares and now...” a deep breath, “now I found my answer." Truthfully, he didn't realize just how much Jiho had cared about him leaving, but he guessed it was probably partly because Yukwon had left as well and he'd been alone. It was unlike Jiho to say this though, since the first time he’d left, Jiho had played it off like he hadn't missed him at all.

After a moment, he sighed softly. If Jiho was going to be so dramatic about him being wary of his powers, the least he could do it test their limits. It wasn't like he didn't want to touch the other, he very much did. So, if there was no protest, he shifted his left leg over Jiho's hips, sitting on top of him in a more... dominant position than he was used to. Just being here like this made his heart race and he wouldn't be surprised if his face flushed a bit as well as he slid his hands gently along Jiho's sides. He focused to take in the feel of all the imperfections on his skin, the muscles and ribs he passed over before dropping his hands to the bed, shifting to weight to them as he leaned down over him. "I'm not going to leave again. I promise." With those words whispered against the mirrorwalker’s lips, he pressed his own to Jiho's full ones. Now that he had some energy and wasn't freezing cold, he could do this properly.

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Ignorance is (Not) Bliss | Yoon & Jiho

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“Well I am too. I can’t imagine what it was about to cause you to react so badly.” Not that Jiho didn’t want to know, but he found it rude to ask about it. Besides he wasn’t the best with dealing with emotional tidbits and he had a feeling that it would be so. Instead, he ran his palms up Yoon’s back until his fingers were carding through his slightly dam hair. It probably should have made him cringe at the thought of touching sweat, but instead of focusing on that, he tried to calm the male down as much as he could with the only comfort he understood. “No reason to be sorry, about that of all things.” Nightmares weren’t something you could control and the mirrorwalker wasn’t surprised that he had suffered through one. Especially with being hurt and having memories come back, the body seemed to like to remind people in more subconscious ways. “Mmm it’s very early and I am not looking forward to finding out exactly what time it is.”

He would rather deny not sleeping very much by not seeing a clock in the near future. Letting his hands drop to resting against the male’s shoulders he let himself relax into the sheets once again. It was very warm and it would be a lie that he wasn’t tempted to doze off again. However, he didn’t think he could with the male awake. He didn’t want to leave him to his own thoughts. Fingers grazed across the flat planes of his stomach, making the muscle bunch at the touch and a shiver run up his spine as he looked at Yoon curiously as he wrapped himself around him. “I can’t sleep with you awake you know.” Jiho was very stubborn and even if Yoon asked him to sleep, he would deny it. Once he had made his mind up on something, he rarely changed it. Shifting his hips, he pressed himself more against the male, one leg wrapped around the curve of the Sun Sprite’s calf. “I feel like we are a pretzel at this point. I knew you liked me, but apparently not being able to touch me all that time, made you needy now.” Not that he was complaining.

It was very early, and Yoon knew he couldn't sleep, but if Jiho said he wasn't going to either, and he knew the other well enough to know he was just that stubborn, they should at least get up or something and not just lay here. It was with that thought that he got a bit of a surprise when he felt Jiho's leg slip around his own, pulling him closer somehow and the Sun Sprite laughed lightly. "You're the one who made a pretzel-" he countered, shaking his leg in a half-hearted attempt to get Jiho's off of it. It was true that in all the time he had known Jiho, there had been something there that was different than anyone else; simply the way he was around Jiho at first was different and he'd though it had just been a mood, but the more they'd been around each other, the more he'd felt it. Jiho was really only the second person he'd felt this way for and the only one he'd actually been able to do anything about it with. Which might have been a mistake since after Christmas it had only been worse being unable to touch him.

"I was just trying to suck up your warmth," he teased, but then he pouted his lips and slowly retracted his arm again, purposefully dragging his fingertips along tanned skin, feeling the muscles and scars on his skin as he did. "But if you don't want me to... I understand." He knew they needed to talk, there were questions and things that needed to be said, but it was too easy to just fall back into this rhythm, especially when he could be so close without burning, and it didn't seem like Jiho minded too much. Not now anyway. "It's just so nice to be able to tou-" he stopped suddenly, remembering the one other time he'd done anything with his boyfriend back in the States. He'd had control of his powers, mostly, and still when his emotions and hormones had risen, so had his body heat. Which was why he'd never been able to do anything. Curling his arms in the small space between his body and Jiho's he kept them there instead. "I don't think it's a good idea actually with my powers so unpredictable.."

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Ignorance is (Not) Bliss | Yoon & Jiho

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Jiho could tell there was a change in Yoon’s demeanor, and he could only hope that he would wake up soon from his nightmare. His breathing wasn’t as fast paced and the tiny noises coming from his throat seemed to dissipate just like the tenseness in his muscles. When he turned his head into the pillow, he found himself letting out a sigh. Thank god the other had calmed down and his fingers that were rubbing against his neck stilled. Finally he was calm. Except the mirrorwalker was mistaken as the male began to cough quite a bit, frantically shoving up from the bed to get out from the covers. The blonde pushed himself away to give Yoon room, his hands slipping to grapple around his waist so that he wouldn’t fall off the bed.

He really didn’t know what to do, but watch in horror as he continued to cough, until it seemed like he had caught his breath and eyes were turning to meet his own. “Are you okay boo?” Of course he didn’t think he was, from the way his chest still heaved and how shaken he looked. However, he couldn’t not ask and his hand came up to help pull the sheets around his shoulders. Yoon laid back down next to the blonde, head cradled against his shoulders. “Well from how you reacted in your sleep and now, I would have to agree.” It had been shocking, because Jiho himself hadn’t ever really watched someone have a nightmare, especially one so painful.  “Are you okay now? Do you want some water or?” He really didn’t know how he could help. The mirrorwalker wasn’t the type of person to take care of someone, so he was rather useless, besides allowing the dark haired male to use him as a pillow.

Yoon was grateful for Jiho's presence, although it didn't make sense how comforting it was to him. Nevertheless, there was no denying that it was. Shaking his head slightly once situated against the taller male again, he sighed deeply. "I'm okay now," he muttered, eyes closing lightly against his cheek. "I'm just glad it was a nightmare." They were strange words to say, but he really was. He felt so relieved open his eyes and find himself in this room and with Jiho no less. He was a little surprised the other didn't ask what he'd dreamt about, but he supposed that was just tacky.

After a moment of steadying his breath again, he opened his eyes once more and turned his gaze up to Jiho's "Sorry I woke you." The apology was out of his mouth before he could stop it and as he realized it, he gave a sleepy smile and pressed his lips together in a form of apology for apologizing. He wondered vaguely what time it was, but it didn't matter really and he could tell through the window that the sun was just starting to rise. "It's early." But he didn't think he could get back to sleep. Not after that. Despite it being really nice a warm under the blankets and next to Jiho, he could not deal with the thoughts of that freezing room again. It made that ice bath he'd taken last year seem like a dip in a jacuzzi, though he could easily see why he'd begun having those nightmares after that. It really all made so much more sense now.

Releasing the blanket he'd been clutching tightly around him, he slid his hand gently across Jiho's stomach to wrap his arm around him, just enjoying the fact that he could touch again. "You should sleep more," he breathed, honestly feeling bad that he'd woken Jiho up and at least one of them should get some more sleep.