KM: Chapter 8

Ji An is still too timid. So timid that You Chen doubts whether the Ji An from that day really existed, and whether those words were ever spoken by him. Clearly, they had agreed that if he wanted a kiss, he should say so, yet the next day, Ji An reverted to his old self, keeping his mouth shut and not speaking to him. But now, You Chen can't bring himself to be angry with Ji An. The last time, he accidentally made Ji An catch a fever, and it left him feeling uneasy, unable to act recklessly according to his own temper.

His temper is indeed terrible, always making people cry, and he knows he needs to change, especially since Ji An is so delicate, like a porcelain doll. But whenever he thinks about how Ji An was scared speechless by those people, he can't control his temper, feeling an overwhelming urge to kill. If he were to act on it, he would certainly force Ji An to watch, deriving a twisted pleasure from such revenge. So he holds back, pretending he can still stay in the same class with these people, mainly because he's afraid of scaring Ji An.

You Chen knows he has personality issues, but he also understands that Ji An has issues too. You Chen is intentionally trying to force Ji An to change, so he refrains from kissing him. When Ji An doesn't speak, he doesn't tease him, deliberately ignoring Ji An.

Ji An is very anxious. You Chen's attitude makes him uncomfortable. If this continues, he might go mad with fear; he needs You Chen's control. Taking a risk to test You Chen, Ji An intentionally didn't wait for him this morning. By the time he ran to the classroom, his legs were trembling, and he curled up in his chair, his palms sweaty from gripping them tightly.

He knows he's not entirely afraid; there's even a hidden excitement. Ji An gritted his teeth and waited for a long time until sweat started to form on his forehead. Only then did You Chen finally arrive, just as the bell rang for the end of class. He tossed his bag under the desk and immediately lay down to sleep. Ji An was stunned momentarily, even more at a loss.

No anger, no coercion, not even a glance directed at him. Ji An was almost paralyzed on the spot. This fear of being let go could kill him; he couldn't help but wonder if You Chen hated him now.

You Chen was extremely annoyed. He played games during the self-study class but still couldn't calm down, so he tossed his phone aside and went to the restroom. Ji An turned to watch You Chen's back, his heart pounding wildly. He bit his lip and followed him.

Once at the restroom, Ji An didn't know which stall You Chen was in, nor did he dare to call out or make a sound. He could only stand timidly in the middle, waiting. You Chen heard the footsteps and guessed it was him. He deliberately stayed inside, wanting Ji An to suffer a bit. Ji An had no boundaries; did he really think You Chen wouldn't get angry?

After standing for a while, You Chen felt it was enough. He pushed open the door and saw Ji An standing there, his face red and nose running from crying. When Ji An heard the sound, he looked up, meeting You Chen's eyes, and sniffled pitifully.

Tsk. You Chen beckoned Ji An over. "Come here."

Ji An looked at him pitifully, cautiously walking over. He was pulled into the stall, and the lock clicked shut. You Chen frowned impatiently at Ji An, who cried even more, tears falling onto his collar, soaking his shirt.

You Chen laughed angrily. "Why are you crying? Do you think you're in the right?"

Ji An shook his head and said softly, "Sor…sorry." At least Ji An knew to string his words together.

You Chen, feeling helpless and a bit soft-hearted, tugged at his shirt sleeve, deliberately rubbing it against Ji An's face. Ji An whimpered in fright, his already red face turning even redder. His eyes timidly lowered, missing the smile on You Chen's lips.

You Chen wiped away his tears but didn't say anything. Ji An looked at You Chen, unsure of what to do. You Chen, trying to control his temper, waited for a while. When Ji An didn't speak, he reached for the door, pretending to open it.

"If you're done crying, let's go back to class."

Ji An burst into tears again, stepping to the side to block the lock, his shoulders trembling. He reached out his hand in the air, palm open in a "don't go" gesture. You Chen was at a loss with him, raising his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I won't go back. I'll listen to you, okay? Please stop crying, alright?"

Ji An sniffed, obediently stopping his cries, and opened his arms to him. Helplessly, You Chen pulled him into an embrace, hearing Ji An sobbing, "Kiss…kiss."

You Chen sighed, "If you can say it, why do you always make me force you?" He bent down to gently touch Ji An's soft lips but didn't kiss him deeply. Ji An tilted his chin up to reach him, but You Chen deliberately pulled back.

Seeing Ji An about to cry again, he pretended to be fierce. "I told you crying is useless. Don't think that just because you cry, I won't get angry."

"Things aren't that easily resolved."

Ji An was startled, his eyes widening, his dark pupils wet and bright, looking at him with grievance. He bit his lip, not daring to cry, his hand helplessly brushing against the hem of You Chen's shirt.

You Chen thought, truly. It's a self-defeating stance. He sighed countless times internally, and after calming his emotions, he embraced Ji An with one arm, opened the door, and walked to the sink. He then encircled Ji An's waist from behind, sandwiching him between himself and the sink.

"Bend over, bow down."

Ji An obediently bent over, and he turned on the faucet, splashing water into his palm, deliberately patting Ji An's face. Feeling Ji An shrink back into his embrace, he smiled and helped Ji An wash his face.

The position made it hard to see, so You Chen bent down too, tightening the arm around Ji An while the other hand, after wiping Ji An's face, wrapped around Ji An's shoulder from the front. Ji An was firmly locked in place by him.

"Wash yourself."

Ji An obediently reached out to wash his face, his heart finally starting to race wildly again. You Chen, holding him in this way, dispelled all his inner fears. The sense of security he needed seemed to come only from You Chen.

So, when facing You Chen, even though he felt incomplete, embarrassed, and scared, he would muster up his little courage to let You Chen hear what he wanted to. His little courage was entirely spent on You Chen.

As Ji An's thoughts drifted, You Chen kissed him from behind, his tongue licking the sensitive back of Ji An's ear, then biting his earlobe, his hand gently rubbing Ji An's lower abdomen, his fingertips occasionally pressing downward.

Ji An's ears were burning, his legs weak, his lower abdomen tingling and numb, unable to suppress a whimper. You Chen turned Ji An's face, biting his wet cheek and lips.

"Why didn't you wait for me this morning? Feeling bold, hmm?"

Ji An didn't answer. Ji An said, "Kiss, kiss."

You Chen, frustrated, bit him hard. "You always avoid my questions and fool me. Are you just relying on the fact that I can't do anything about you?"