Rather than answer verbally, Hyukjae steps into his space and reaches up. He traces, first, the raindrop tattoo under Jongwoon’s left eye. He flicks the spade earring, dangling from his left ear, and trails his hand down, fingertips trailing against the fabric of Jongwoon’s shirt, over the leather belt, down to his jeans. Hyukjae traces the outline of where Jongwoon’s tattoo is.
“I was with you when you got these,” Hyukjae says in a low voice. Jongwoon watches him, silent, electric blue tracking over Hyukjae’s face, as though reading him, each line and pore, each little detail of his skin.
- Part 1 of Ephemeral Solitude
When he looks at Hyukjae, something new catches his eye, an earring, a spade, dangling from a new piercing high on his left ear. For some reason the earring, more than the blood, sticks in Hyukjae’s mind as he moves Jongwoon to the bathroom and helps him out of his clothes, helping clean the blood from him. Deep down, Hyukjae knows. He knows.
He’s helping Jongwoon clean up from a crime.
And he doesn’t care.
- Part 2 of Ephemeral Solitude