36 days. In search of touch (Sonchen/Gien)
He doesn't believe you can find your soul mate in a world soaked in falsehoods and lies. Giane knows better than anyone because, like everybody else, he's learned how to pull up a charming smile, hide his dull eyes behind the big glasses of dark glasses, which he collected a whole collection of them for all occasions - the gala weekend, for shows, for training, for walks, for parties, for a trip home and for many other things. A smile makes it easier each time, throwing away the thoughts of what's inside eating loneliness like hyenas ripping an old corpse. From this comparison even becomes funnier and easier to pretend - your own heart to imagine as rotting scavenger, just hilarious.
Damn the world where you're being forced to do the soulmeyt.
At one time, Giane was really looking. He caught other people's hands, allowed himself to be touched in a variety of places, even too intimate, hoping that this burning and pain was about to appear, and behind them - a sign of connection, which would say that they found each other in the maze of this life. Sometimes it seemed like selling their own bodies, along with principles and self-esteem. But Jien wanted to get rid of his loneliness too much and threw himself at everyone who was being torn apart by a traitorous soul, and was always humiliated and abandoned.
But he was always there for Sonchen. Funny sweet Sonchen, who, despite the carefree laughter and a crazy smile, in the eyes of the world understanding, angelic forgiveness and incredible wisdom settled. Charming Tabi, whose apartment doors are always open to those who need peace and tranquility. A frivolous hen who always pours wine and listens to drunken delusions, gently embracing. The most beautiful man who hides a chic body behind huge sweatshirts, which is so nice to hide, breathing in the bitter smell of cigarettes and heavy aroma of cologne.
"Why aren't you my soulmeyt?", Gian thought sadly, soothing the inner hyenas with liters of elite alcohol and smelling of rotting by the smoke of smoking. The guy often hugged the nontactile and packed Sonchen, sometimes touching beautiful hands, but nothing... Emptiness. Only pleasant warmth from touching the skin to the skin. But there are no signs, no peace of mind.
Nothing.
That's why the collection of sunglasses was replenished with several specimens, and the smile was easier on an emotional face, and the laughter and chatter drowned out the ugly sounds of warring hyenas.
- Hey, hen," said Jien quietly, once again pressing his little kitten against someone else's side, forcing her to hug herself automatically. Warmly defrosted, her eyes closed, and she didn't even want to fight this pleasant nego, imagining that their wrists had the same pattern on them.
- М? - the same lazy Seungheng who was stroking the guy on his shoulder covered with a blanket.
- If you find your soulmeyt, will I stay in your life? - Gianne barely heard asking, hugging his horses behind his waist, squeezing himself tighter, soothing himself with someone else's measured heartbeat.
- I didn't care. Saulmeyt or Nesoulmeyt, whether or not there is a mark, why should someone decide for me who I should be with and who I should touch? What is this nonsense? If I want to love, it doesn't matter to me that he doesn't have my mark," said Sonchen indifferently when he touched the top of his lip. - Don't think about it, let yourself be free.
- And if I want my touch to burn? - Gien thoughtfully said, daring to walk his hands down the slender legs to his hips. Sonchen's eyes were slowly darkening, and it was dragging him into the abyss.
- Believe me, they're already fiery," Tabi smiled wildly, putting his hands on someone else's neck and smoothing the wings of the tattoo. Jien climbed his palms under his clothes on the man, touching the velvet of his skin, feeling a small shiver. His fingers lit up as if he had put them into a fire, and there were burns on his neck, and Kwon groaned quietly. The sound turned out to be a trigger, and Seungheng finally decided to captivate his wet lips, burning them like a witch on a campfire.
Gien doesn't know if the soulmeyt mark has appeared on them, but that's not important. He has enough fire, which warms him up and burns the fucking beasts that torment him. And the mark left by the henna's teeth is much better and more pleasant than the incomprehensible sign of fate.