CW: Explicit language, explicit sexual content.
This entire chapter is pretty much NSFW, so let me know if you’d like a SFW summary.
Also…
This is the last chapter of this arc!!! Thank you again for sticking with me this far! I have run very low in my stock of chapters, so I will be taking a few weeks or so to replenish and take a little bit of a break from posting. I hope you can understand. I aim to get the first chapter of the next arc on 25 November (depends how I go), so please bear with me until then.
Thank you again for reading and staying with Rin and Jun to this point. We are really getting into the thick of the plot and I am very excited for the last two arcs of this book ^_^
For weeks after Nuwa’s death, the little lord and the Rat have been inseparable, spending as much time as they can before the inevitable parting.
Throughout those rare peaceful weeks, Rin’s mood had been near intolerable. His possessiveness over Jun reached an alarming peak; refusing to leave his side for even a single moment. When the little lord had to attend to his Governor duties, Rin followed him to the High District and simply waited for him outside, pretending to be a beggar. But his single eye would remain locked on the building, simmering red, until the lord came out to meet him.
Nights, they spent together in the Slums, and Jun would hold and comfort his lover who’d be plagued by terrors that he refuses to share.
Sometimes, Jun would wake in the middle of the night to see Rin standing by the window, staring at the dark and empty house across the dirt road. Bo, long fled, for the sanctuary of the underground.
Other times, Rin would be found outside in the coop, feeding the chickens he’d adopted and quietly cussing them out.
And then, expectedly but all too soon, Jun was called to prepare for Reshun. The estate was in chaos as the servants and workers readied their young master for war. Travel and battle clothes were made; travel rations processed and packed; Jun’s weapons and armour were repaired, sharpened, and brought to pristine conditions; and those chosen to serve their master on the frontline, including Mira, were making their own preparations. Even Hwan Sun began engaging with his son again, albeit in a rather awkward and detached manner, and giving him advice and reassurance both.
It both warmed and froze Jun’s heart. At this point, war still felt surreal and far away, so he wasn’t as scared as he thought he would be. He grasped onto this false confidence with both hands and used it well; shielded himself against the pain of separating from his loved ones, and the terror of facing the unknown.
The days grew shorter. Nights, longer. Snow fell almost every day, winter settling with a brutal eagerness. Those days were quiet and delicate. The anxious quiet before a foretold storm.
Tonight is the little lord’s final night in Hanjuyang. By dawn, he will be riding for war by the Crown Prince’s side. Because of this, he chose to remain at the estate, and had already said his goodbyes to his lover, who acted indifferent. A stark contrast to how overbearing he’d been for the past month.
Jun sighs and runs his calloused fingers over his blade, which lies flat across his knees. Finally, the anxious frenzy in the Hwan Estate has lulled but the young lord remains restless. This will be yet another sleepless night of contemplation.
“Polishing your sword without me?” A taunting voice draws his attention to the window.
Jun says sincerely, “I did not think you had interest in weapon upkeep.”
“It’s actually my specialty.” Rin flashes him a grin and closes the window, shutting out the merciless cold of the snowscape outside. His pink-tinged and windswept appearance is particularly alluring, and light snowflakes decorate his hair like spring buds.
Instead of being warmed by the sight of his lover, Jun feels a deep, penetrating chill. He drops his gaze to the glinting blade, hands curled loosely around the sharp edges.
Rin runs a hand through his hair, calming his wild appearance, and pads over to the gloomy lord. Without ceremony, he bats the sword from Jun’s hands and plops down onto his lap. The lord automatically grips his soft waist, keeping him steady.
The raven flushes at the touch. “You thought I was gonna just let you go like that?” he lilts, raising a brow.
“I…” Jun’s voice cracks as flushed features fill his vision. He quietly clears his throat. “I was under the assumption that you were angry with me.”
“Why would I be angry?”
“I am breaking our promise. Again.” Jun bows his head and his forehead bumps his lover’s chest.
“Yes, you are. But you’re in this predicament because of me, so I’m not allowed to get angry.” Rin sighs and grabs Jun’s cheeks to forcibly raise his head. Seeing such a morose expression upon the lord’s face, Rin can’t help but smirk and playfully nip the latter’s bottom lip. “How can I let my fiancé sit here all night, sulking and polishing his sword like a lonely bachelor?” Nip turns into a peck turns into a deep and greedy kiss. He flicks his tongue into Jun’s mouth, sampling his sweet taste with a happy hum.
When they part, both men are panting lightly and their locked eyes are as heated as their touching bodies.
Melting, Jun palms Rin’s lower back and pulls him into his chest. “I am not sulking.”
“With that look on your face, I can’t call it anything but sulking–”
“I am afraid.”
Rin’s smile fades at the lord’s blunt confession. He lowers his head to glare at his own hands, splayed upon Jun’s chest. Black lashes move stickily along his waterline.
“What are you so afraid of?” He scoffs loudly but his bold words don’t match his pensive expression. “If anyone’s going to survive this, it’s you, little lord.”
Jun runs his rough fingertips over that exquisite brow. Two strokes from a fume brush against a clear, pale forehead. He brushes aside a whorl of damp raven hair, stuck to the skin. Those fingers trail down to the right temple. A faint pulse flutters. He drifts to the delicate cheekbone, high but not too sharp, marred by puckered, pink scars.
Jun traces these scars in quiet reverie until he brushes against his lover’s beautiful pearl, rolling in the graceful arc of his neck.
The pulse here is stronger. Louder. It vibrates across his skin.
Unable to contain his hunger, the lord leans down to kiss Rin’s throat, just under that delicate bump. A faint whimper seeps through Rin’s lips, which part in delight.
Jun raises his darkening gaze. His breath puffs hot against the raven’s skin, making him tingle all over.
“Spend the night with me,” the lord husks, eyes so deep and heavy, they drag Rin into their depths like a torpid whirlpool.
“Why do you think I’m here, stupid?” Rin says weakly, heart flip-flopping in his chest. “You can’t get rid of me. Even if you tried.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
“No, Rinnie. I want you to spend the night with me.”
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“I am sure.” There’s an imploring flicker in the lord’s gaze. A tense clench in his jaw.
Showing uncharacteristic restraint, Rin pushes Jun’s chest to widen the gap between them. Heat cools to accommodate wry self-deprecation.
“Rinnie?” Jun knits his brows, wary he may have offended the other.
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“…I…I understand.”
“No, you don’t.” Rin shoves Jun’s chest, forcing him onto his back. The bed judders beneath. Sheets are thrown disarray.
Wide goldens stare up at him blankly.
Rin straddles the man’s hips, pressing his arousal against the other’s. He looms overhead like a menacing shadow, one hand snaking around Jun’s rolling throat; the other snatching his wrist to pin above his head. When he angles his head down, sable locks tumble over his shoulder.
He brings his face close enough for their breaths to mingle. “You don’t want this, little lord. I can see it in your eyes.” A mocking smile touches those pink lips. “You’re scared. And you think you can fuck away that fear.”
“I am scared,” Jun says, hoarsely. His lashes quiver as silken hair tickles his face. “I want to be with you. Those two things are not correlated.”
“I’m not talking about the war.”
In the endless depth of Rin’s eye, a red ember glows.
Jun recalls the Hanging Tree set alight. The savage expression etched into his lover’s face. In that moment, cast by the bloody flamelight, Rin seemed like a devil, senses lost to his primal rage.
A soft sigh puffs against the lord’s creased brow. Jun returns his gaze to see Rin lean back.
“I don’t fuck people who are afraid of me,” the raven says, flatly. “There’s no fun in fear when no-one’s enjoying it.”
Just as he draws away, the lord grabs Rin’s thigh, keeping him in place. Golden eyes stare up at him determinedly. “I am afraid of you,” he says. “But I am also in love with you. My feelings are not exclusive of the other – they are impossibly tangled.” He sits up and cages Rin in his arms.
The raven hesitates. Wavers.
“By your crimes alone, I should condemn you,” Jun continues, oaken lashes falling low. “By you alone, I embrace you. I know your true heart, Rinnie. It is good and pure and simple.”
A caustic laugh bursts from the raven. “Good and pure and simple.” The corner of his lips hook into a smirk. “I think that’s the first time anyone’s ever called me that. Are you delusional? Sick? Do you have a fever, little lord?” He presses a palm against Jun’s creased brow, pretending to check for his temperature.
A large hand grabs his wrist and pulls his palm away. Rin startles when he sees the severe austerity in his little lord’s face. He swallows his mockery and quietly acquiesces.
“Rinnie, I may not return.”
“You will, stop saying that–”
“Let me finish.”
Rin clamps his mouth shut, heart fluttering at Jun’s severe tone.
“There are no certainties,” Jun continues. “While you may have visions of the future, even they can be changed or misinterpreted. I have confidence in my training but I am not a soldier. Moreover, the people I must raise my blade against are those who have my sympathies. War is only kind to the callous and I fear that I am driven too much by sentimentality. I go to Reshun determined to return to your side, but that is just one man’s will. In Reshun, I face thousands of others. What is my will compared to theirs? Why should I be favoured, because we are promised? I am weak, Rinnie. Too weak for this war. And I ask you for this night, so that I might find the courage to live.”
Jun gently takes Rin’s hand and raises it to his lips. He lays soft kissing upon his knuckles, palm, and inner wrist. The lord’s mouth lingers at the last, light breaths ghosting over porcelain skin.
Lightning sparks from the raven’s wrist to the base of his spine in delicious pulses. Every chaste peck melts his frosted heart, until he’s like a thin reed bending to the lightest breeze.
Rin dares not speak his terror. But he knows that his lord hasn’t the luxury of ignoring a direct threat against his mortality. While talented in the martial arts, Jun isn’t used to fighting for his life. His first time on the battlefield had been against Crow and his Fledgelings – a mere gang of mad obsessives. His second time on the battlefield will be in the centre of the Western conflict, fighting against scarred, battle-hardened warriors who have many seasons under their belt.
The young witch’s only solace is that he hasn’t yet had a vision of Jun’s impending death. Which probably means that he will return to him safely. Probably.
After a silent struggle, Rin finally crumples. “…Are you sure you want this?” He gazes down at those long oaken lashes trembling as the lord nuzzles the inside of his wrist. Blue veins are stark against his pale skin and Jun traces them with his parted lips.
“I do,” the lord says hoarsely, raising his head. His gaze is too hot, too heavy, and Rin feels his trepidation buckle and crack under the pressure. “I want you, Rinnie.”
Fuckfuckfuck. I’m defeated. So fucking defeated, I’m already kissing the dirt.
Flushed and swayed, the youth sighs and nudges his little lord onto his back once again. He squeezes his thighs and rolls his waist. Soft cheeks press flushed and hot onto Jun’s hips, slowly rocking and grinding against his hardening length.
A surprised huff exits the lord and he grasps Rin’s thighs, not knowing whether he wants to stop the exquisite torture – or encourage it further.
“I give when I’m fucking for fun,” he hums, slipping his hands beneath Jun’s shirt. Cold fingers slide over the burning torso, savouring the well-defined muscles and hard cut lines. “But since this is your first time, I suppose I’ll be generous.”
Jun flinches and bites his lip when Rin’s icy touch grazes his buttons. Every pinch and rub draws blood to those sensitive nubs, making them flush and eager. Rin hooks the corner of his mouth, dark gaze glinting in a domineering light.
“You’re so sensitive…have you ever been touched here before?”
Jun’s cheeks rapidly darken. “I-I didn’t know this was a place to be touched…”
A hard pinch draws a sharp intake from the lord. Rin laughs and leans down to kiss those generous lips, hungrily swallowing his unstable breaths. “So cute.”
With an impatient yank on the hem of Jun’s pants, Rin frees his lover’s eager length. It springs from their cotton constraints and kisses Jun’s lower belly. Already, the head is slick and gleaming with desire. The erotic sight wets the raven’s mouth as his appetite turns to ravenous hunger.
Tonight is not a night of delicacies. Both men have starved for months, teasing their shriveled stomachs with mere morsels. Tonight, they will sink their teeth into the tenderest meat, and finally quench the agony that has plagued them all this time.
So Rin’s actions are bold, direct, and simple. He gives those swollen buttons one last pinch, enjoying the confused arousal blooming on his lover’s face. And then he wriggles down until he’s straddling his legs
“Rinnie…” Jun breathes, realising with widening eyes what his lover intends. Anticipation and anxiety twists his stomach into unruly knots. “Rinnie, you don’t have to do this.”
“Oh? But I thought you wanted courage to live?” The raven tucks his hair behind one ear as he leans down and runs his tongue thickly up the shaft. A brow rises over his coy expression. “What better reason is there to live, than to experience the best mouth in Hanjuyang?”
There’s an audible crack as Jun locks his jaw, legs stiffening at the scorching line drawn along the underside of his cock. When he opens his mouth, a rogue moan drifts out.
The raven kisses the sensitive slit and slides his lips all the way down to the base. Loud gasps and stifled groans follow his motion, and he’s filled with needy throbs. Seized with impatience, Rin begins bobbing his head, milking that delicious length from root to tip, guzzling desire as though it were the sweetest nectar.
Jun cries out and trembles at the intense pleasure pulsing from his hips to the very base of his skull. His very core has melted into a puddle of molten lava, and his legs grow soft and weak. That scorching wet sensation envelops him completely, until all his senses are drowned by his lover’s mouth alone.
Rin pulls his mouth off his lover’s swollen piece and licks his dripping lips. “How does it feel?” he asks, grinning at the dizzy, flushed look upon Jun’s face.
“G-Good…” the lord stammers, raising a hand to his forehead. He’s utterly perplexed by the intensity of the pleasure. To think that he could lose control of his body from spending but a few seconds inside his lover’s mouth… “It’s scary…but good…”
“There’s nothing to be scared of, little lord.” Rin smiles, finding his lord’s strong reactions adorable. “This is what it’s supposed to feel like. Just relax and enjoy it.” He plants a comforting kiss upon Jun’s waist, before returning to the soaked length to continue his skillful care.
Jun’s legs jerk beneath their soft burden, but they are trapped and unable to express his need. Instead, he clutches onto the sheets and squeezes his eyes shut, anchoring himself to the bed. A thin sheen of sweat settles upon his wrinkled brow as he struggles to stifle his rogue voice.
Lascivious heat pours from the raven’s simmering gaze when he sees his lover’s suffering expression. He grips the base of Jun’s cock and increases his pace, cheeks concaving with every vigorous pull of his mouth. Suddenly, Jun tenses and scrabbles at the sheets, a panicked gasp drawn stuttering into his lungs.
At a particularly indulgent stroke, the lord crashes from his peak, shuddering and groaning loudly. Suffering etches deep into his visage as he spurts thickly into his lover’s eager mouth.
Rin swallows obediently, ardour turning his single eye into a glittering crescent moon.
Even when he finishes drinking the last drop, Rin continues to suckle. His tongue laps the underside of the soft length and he pays attention to the head with every stroke. Soon, the spent piece swells and hardens again, straining with building arousal.
This sweet torture steals the lord’s inhibitions. He huffs and shivers as Rin continues to tease his overly sensitive nerves. Sweat drips from every pore. With a surge of heady panic, he struggles and squirms his body away from that tireless mouth. He’s punished with a painful twist to his buttons, and he almost comes again then and there.
Rin quickly pulls his mouth away when he feels the first twitches of a second orgasm. He grins and winds his hand around the dripping length, coating it in desire and remnant cum. His agile tongue flicks out and runs across his shining lips. The hunger in that coquettish visage plunges the lord further into the fires of lust.
“Why did you swallow it?” Jun croaks, both distressed and incredibly aroused. “It’s dirty!”
“Dirty?” Rin giggles and arches down to kiss his anxious lover deeply. The latter can taste himself in Rin’s mouth, and his head starts spinning at the sheer debauchery of it all. “Nothing that comes from you is dirty, little lord. You taste so good, it’s addictive.”
“Addictive…?” Jun asks, faintly. He stares dumbly at the raven, unable to fathom what’s to come.
Seeing such a helpless expression on the other man’s face sets Rin alight. He quickly wriggles his pants from his legs, exposing his bottom half to the chill of the room. His own hardness is already weeping in anticipation and he absently rubs it against the lord’s when he straddles him again.
The hair-raising sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other is too exquisite to bear. Rin’s scalp goes numb and he grinds harder, greedy for more. His piece coats in the slick from the other’s, and friction gives way to a slippery wetness.
Unable to bear the pressure, Jun snatches Rin’s waist with his large hands and forces him to sit still. Goldens narrow into pained slits and low growls edges his harsh pants, “Rinnie.”
The raven smiles sweetly, flushing deeply when he’s growled at. “Fine, fine. I’ll get to it already,” he laughs at his lover’s impatience, and raises himself onto his knees. Both men hold their breaths in tandem. Their hearts falter like they’re falling from a great height.
Rin takes his love’s cock with one hand and positions himself overhead. Then, as though he were waiting and ready this whole time, the raven opens easily for his love like a nubile blossom welcoming spring. He sinks down onto that throbbing length, sliding down smoothly and lushly until his plush cheeks meet his little lord’s thighs.
In an instant, Jun’s surrounded by mind-numbing heat and pressure. He pants and moans behind clenched teeth, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. Gods…I’m inside him…
Rin shudders as he’s filled and stretched to his very limits. His love sits snugly inside him, throbbing and burning like a white-hot iron rod. He greedily constricts his walls and feels every inch of Jun’s girthy shape, carved into his needy body.
Jun cries out at the sudden tightness strangling his cock. He squeezes Rin’s waist in a panic. “Wh-what is that? What are you doing?!”
“Calm down, little lord,” Rin laughs, breathlessly. He relaxes his walls and languidly rolls his hips, raising himself halfway up that delicious length before sliding back down. Like this, he starts a slow, indulgent rhythm to ease Jun into the new sensation. “Feel that? We’re fucking. Do you like it?”
We’re fucking.
Intense arousal sears Jun’s core. With a bewildered moan, he arches beneath his lover, pushing his face into the sweat-soaked sheets.
Fucking. They were fucking.
He’s buried hilt deep inside his love’s body. Connected so intimately, he doesn’t know where he ends. His head is a muddied mess and a chaotic fever rages through his body. There’s nothing of his tattered cognition but the instinctual, bone-deep urge that seems to have no relief. “Hahh…I-I like it…”
Their desire mingles and pools between their joined bodies until every luscious stroke is accompanied by a lewd squelch. Rin parts his rose-bitten lips to free sharp pants as he lengthens each stroke, raising his bottom higher and higher until he’s riding Jun from tip to base. Slender hands grip the lord’s strong chest and he hangs his head, sweat clinging onto his lowered lashes.
“Nnng…your cock feels so good…” He rocks his hips faster, leaning down onto his forearms. At this new angle, Jun reaches even deeper inside, directly grinding against his sweet spot, and thrusting Rin into new heights of ecstasy. Lewd moans fall freely from his parted lips, “Ahh! Unnnn! Fff–huhh-f-fuck–!!”
With a mindless bestial growl, the little lord grabs his lover and yanks him flush against his chest. Rin’s constricted by the man’s hard body, unable to move as freely. His hunger grates and protests the sudden restriction. Unconsciously, he whimpers, writhing atop Jun’s length in desperation.
“Jun–!!” he whines, arms folding between their chests when his lover tightens his embrace.
“I want you to come like this,” Jun husks, one eye squinted close as his lover desperately humps his length.
Rin shudders at those lascivious words and his need turns merciless, unforgiving. Saliva rolls from the corner of his parted mouth. White fingers dig painfully into Jun’s broad chest. “Please…” One tremulous note sounds wan and pitiful, and the lord bleeds anew.
Emboldened by the youth’s pitiful plea, Jun captures and plunders Rin’s mouth in a wave of passion. He acquiesces, hips bucking upwards to meet the other’s desperate rocks. They meet halfway in a blur of melting heat and explosive pleasure, and soon, they both reach the very pinnacle of their end.
Every muscle strains as the lord thrust deeper and deeper, the bed creaking and juddering with every passionate motion. Rin crumples limply atop his love’s straining form, his lower half entirely numb. Lilting cries and growling huffs litter the air. Two strong hands grab dewy cheeks, pulling them apart to allow a more intimate plunge.
Static fills Rin’s head when he finally breaks. He shudders violently, spine arcing and bowing with every soul-rending wave of pure ecstasy. White light bursts from his palms like strong currents of water, enveloping the couple’s writhing, sweat-soaked bodies.
Rin’s mindless cries duets his little lord’s chest-rumbling groans. Hot spurts of seed paint his convulsing walls, filling him to the brim and more. He whines helplessly as he’s bred, his own orgasm spreading wetly between their bodies and soaking into the sheets below.
Their lips meet again in a slow and sensuous kiss. Their infernal passion sated to a simmering lull.
Jun runs his hands from those sopping cheeks and up the raven’s spine. They rub soothingly, lovingly, injecting warmth into Rin’s contracting muscles. “Rinnie,” he rumbles between heaving pants, tongue thick and clumsy in his mouth. “I love you.”
Rin collapses atop his lover, panting and quivering as the last delicious pulses ebb away. He feels Jun sitting heavy and hot inside his spent body. He silently relishes in the intimate sensation. “…I love you too,” he mumbles, dazedly.
Jun presses a chaste kiss upon his love’s clammy forehead. The frigidity of the night is long forgotten and the culmination of their passion spreads warmth through his chest.
Rin dazes for a while, resting quietly in his lover’s arms. And then, in an uncharacteristically meek voice, he asks, “Do you have it?”
“Hm?” Jun strokes the raven’s hair, curled from sweat.
“Do you have courage now?”
The little lord smiles tenderly, heart fit to bursting. He gently pinches Rin’s chin and raises that somnolent gaze to his own. “How could I not have courage, when we have become one?”
Rin trembles, unconsciously clenching below. The lord’s brows crease and he releases a shaky huff. When he tries to drag his length out, Rin clenches even tighter, keeping Jun locked in place.
“Let’s just stay like this,” he murmurs, shaking hands cupping the lord’s face. “Just for a little while. I want to keep you inside me.”
The bigger man’s pearl rolls in his throat when he swallows. He silently acquiesces, sheathing himself back inside that exquisite heat.
Rin moans weakly at his lover’s length dragging over his sweet spot. With a glint in his eye, he grinds down in retaliation.
Jun firmly palms the youth’s tailbone. “Move like that again and I’ll pull out.”
“Killjoy,” Rin huffs, but he smiles sweetly at his agitated lover. “Was it okay?”
Jun’s expression softens. “…I think…I went mad for a time. It is incomparable to anything I have experienced.”
“It’s not usually like that,” Rin admits, flushing anew. He rubs the man’s sharp jaw with his fingertips, feeling the start of a stubble growing in. His own face by contrast is woefully smooth.
“What is it usually like?”
“…It’s usually…less.” Rin squints, struggling to express his meaning. “With you, it’s more. I’m not losing anything like I am with other people. Instead, I feel…full. More than full. I feel like I can’t take anymore without bursting or losing my head or both.” He absently brings a hand down between their bellies, where his orgasm mixes with their sweat. Deep inside, he feels the stretch of his lover and his seed, sinking into his flesh.
“I am glad my first time was with you.” Jun lowers his gaze.
Rin hums and softly presses their lips together. He nuzzles the crook of his lord’s neck. Warm, spiced chestnut oil. Cooling sweat. And the scent of sex clinging to his skin.
“I’m glad you let me be your first,” he drowses. A furtive lick under his ear burns Jun like liquid fire. “The expressions you made…I want to see more.” A teasing nibble upon his lobe. “I want to make you cry.” Another lick at the corner of his mouth. “I want to fuck you with my mouth again until I drain you dry.”
Jun pants and pulses his jaw, helpless to his lover’s lascivious teases. “When I return, I shall give you what you want.” A hard blush blooms across his features. “I shall give you everything.”
Rin’s eye widens at his little lord’s promise. “Everything?”
“…Yes.”
A giddy laughter erupts from the raven and he sweeps Jun into another passionate kiss, their mouths meeting in a clash of tongues and teeth and scalp-tingling intensity.
This person is mine. This person is mine and mine alone.
And not even a war would dare steal him away.
In the lambent firelight, another ember glows eerily, as red as a freshly bloomed camellia.
***
Before dawn, the little lord leaves for the war. Unable to bear facing Jun’s departure, Rin feigns sleep, lashes quivering just once for the soft lips pressed between his brows. He discretely slips his hand out of the covers and drops a gold coin into the other’s pocket. A good luck charm for his beloved.
And so the Rat and the little lord part ways. Their shared path briefly split at this crossroad. They continue forth with confidence, knowing that when the snow melts, their paths will converge again.
Idk if i should be excited, happy, sad, disappointed… my babies are parting ways 😭😭😭 please let them reunite asap
Also yuki… i kinda hate you because i know after this it will be wound after wound
They’ll reunite soon dont worry ^_^ And hehehehehe it won’t be anything worse than what’s already happened, so you’ll be okay. You’re a seasoned vet by now O3O Thank you for reading Clozed!!! <3333
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Easily one of my favorite contemporary novels. <3