Jaejoon furrowed his brows, his lips forming a frown. He didn't like that detail at all and he had no intention to hide that. Raising his hands, he cupped Fuyuki's cheeks for a moment, thumbs brushing over his skin, before he leaned in to kiss his boyfriend's forehead. '... there'll always be people who have a problem with something that isn't a problem. As I said, I don't mind. You being a Strain doesn't change anything.'
The ends of his lips tugged a bit upwards at those words, and once again, Fuyuki’s expression melted into the same smile that he always wore around his beloved. Staring into the other’s artificially blue ones, the silver-haired male finally let out a soft sigh while he shifted slightly, not once loosening his hold around the other as he simply flopped down onto the sofar while pulling Jaejoon with him, so that both of them ended up laying next to each other.
The movie was long forgotten by now, and the fact that they hadn’t turned the volume up only made it easier to ignore what was happening on the screen.
“My family is quite the traditional one, where the members claim that they are really open-minded and what not - until they found out that I’m a Strain. Seeing that I was of age already back then, it was easy for them to kick me out. It’s only thanks to my aunt’s help that things turned out better than it would have been, though. She was also there for a cousin of mine who also turned out to be a Strain. I dare say that she is the only one in the whole family who is actually open-minded and accepting of things that are new to her.” Gently, the older male reached out to gently trace his boyfriend’s cheeks with his fingers, his touch light and caring, as if he was trying to memorize each and every inch there was. “It’s a pity that I lost contact with her, though. The last thing I heard was that my cousin came here to Shizume City as well, and that my aunt left the family as well because they made life hard for here there for sharing a different opinion and all.”