12 Hope.

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"Go on, love." Minjun encouraged, a whisper, rubbing Jirae's hips, truing to calm him, the beauty's free falling tears never seemed to stop, the past was still vivid in his memory, making him despise the world he was fated to live in.

"One day..." Jirae started, wiping his tears, kissing Minjun neck so hard, holding him so close, never wanting to let go even though he knew he eventually had to even though his heart ached at that that though. It ached so bad, it burned.

Minjun pressed a loving kiss onto Jirae's head, moving his hand up, fingers threading into Jirae's locks softy, soothingly massaging his scalp, tears brimming his eyes as he saw his strong beauty breaking.

"One day, w-we were making love, he— he held me with so much love, Minjun, so much love." Jirae's fingers traced themselves from Minjun's torso to his well defined sharp face with the handsomest of features, pressing continuous kisses, fingertips caressing Minjun's cheeks softly, lovingly, soothing, calming, a way to calm himself.

"You make me feel so loved, Jun. You make me feel like 'm not just a thing, that 'm a person and not a toy for them to have sex with. You make me feel protected, Junnie." But, I have to let you go and I'm so scared to do so, Jirae wanted to say, but the sobs that left his lips, they blocked the words. That was his excuse.

"I love you, Rae. I love you, I'm in love with you! I would never think of you as a thing. You're not just a person, love, you're the most fascinating person I'd dare say I've ever came across in my life." Minjun finished, Jirae's cries getting louder, fat tears pearly as they fell, Minjun's care and concern raising, whispering, "Jirae, my love, you don't have to tell me your past if it still haunts you. I can't see you broken, darling."

"I have to tell you, Jun." Jirae whispered softy, hand resting on Minjun's shoulder, gripping tightly, not wanting to let go of his love, Minjun's clothing wrinkling, "My father, he walked in on us and he called the- the guards and asked them to take my lover with them, Jun."

"My father, that man, he told me that I'm not worthy of a man's love. He told me that the inferior man, he claims, even an inferior man loved me only for my body. He told me that a woman— only a woman could love me and if I didn't want that, I had to please all men."

Jirae cried harder, eyes red rimmed, body shaking softly as loud sobs threatened to pass his spit slicked lips, tear streaks hidden as only more tears streamed down his face, face dusted a rosy pink, nose red and swallowed from his small sobs that he oh so tried to control.

"My dad made me work to please men all while my love was suffering from their ruthless treatment." Jirae looked up at Minjun, eyes glossy yet hopeful, hoping that Minjun would just stay, Minjun could feel it, the image of Jirae looking so scarred, scarred him, he couldn't take it.

Leaning down just a little, pressing his lips against Jirae's harshly, not of lust but, only love, hope, the little speck of light at the end visible, both believing, kissing needy, not for the engagement of their bodies but their souls, never wanting to let go, just holding on, hoping, hoping together, crying together, tears intertwining as they melted to become one.

They loved each other, they loved each other, the realization making the moment beautiful, the words repeating in their minds as they held onto each other, the other their only hope, kissing through their tears, happiness, love, they felt it and it felt special, minds forgetting everything, but each other, losing themselves in the other.

"They killed him."

Jirae breathed hard, using the last bit of strength, muttering those words, muttering up the courage to accept that Minjun was, indeed, leaving him by himself, alone, lonely, eyes flooding again, breathing getting harder by the second, before it hitched in his throat, stopping.

Minjun had kissed him again.

Jirae felt bliss, euphoria, innocent pleasure, kissing back, pouring his being, the overwhelming emotions that flooded his heart, brain, body, nose rubbing against his lover's, the smacking of their lips soft, another promise made, this time nature playing along, the sound of water gushing, but the only thing they were drowning in were each other.

"I'm afraid that they'll execute you, Jun."

It didn't frighten Minjun, the man making it evident, pressing another long kiss on Jirae's baby pink lips that tasted like so good, addicting, pulling him closer, savoring the moment, a soft hum erupting from his soft lips, heart almost hurting from the amount of love he felt emitting from him, feeling the beauty kissing back with the same passion, encouraging him.

Jirae had the one last night with his love, needing one last moment now, one last kiss that he wishes would turn into a million, one last time he felt love, pure love, nothing but adoration, the beauty in feeling someone in love, just feeling something for once, just one last time, only once, before he let it all go, fly into memories he'll forever have his heart yearning for, just to feel it again, but he knew, his heart knew, his mind knew, his soul knew, his body knew, he wouldn't be able to experience it again for he wanted nothing more than his lover safe.

Tears glazed his grey eyes, standing up from Minjun's lap, on his own legs, feeling the moist grass tickle his feet as they poked him a little, as if they wanted him in his previous position, the position he belonged in, the position he could own if he wanted to, the position being his lover's arms.

Minjun too stood up, confused, worried, the glint in his eyes giving the emotion away, his own eyes still glossed, face pink as he had cried along with Jirae, sharing Jirae's pain, wanting nothing more than to help the pain subside, hurting as he watched his lover hurt, shivering a little from the cold wind that passed by.

"I need to go, Jun." "Where to, love?" "Somewhere." "Why, darling?" "To protect you." "Where to, Rae?"

"Away from you."

And with that, Jirae had left.

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