In good hands
Jin nervously stood rooted in his place, clasping his hands together. He let out a quiet breath with Nuo's words replaying in his mind. Nuo was wrong in the sense that Shui was unaware of his predicament.
Six years ago on a Guangzhou trip, Jin was forced to confront his feelings and share the burden he carried to Shui. Even if Shui was ready to move past it, Jin couldn't. He had made too many mistakes to forgive himself. He even went to Paris to distance his heart from Shui.
Then what was this strange pull they held between them six years later too?
Why did it feel that things were still unresolved between them?
"Jin?"
He snapped out from his daze and blinked at Shui, who now faced him.
Oh shit!
"I wasn't being a pervert!" He babbled out unconsciously.
"..."
Shui held his stare. "You know, when you say it like that, it feels even more suspicious."
He coughed. "I wasn't really…"