Sebastian drags a reluctant Killian towards the roller coaster, smiling like an evil. Even though Killian is acting tough, he knows that Killian is terrified. His face gives it all away. Sebastian wants to see how long Killian can put up with the show. "Are you sure you want to ride on a roller coaster?" Killian asks for the 100th time in the past few minutes. Sebastian rolls his eyes. Killian is acting like he is the one who is scared out of his mind right now. However, Sebastian decides to play along and fakes a scared expression. "I'm scared but you are here for me, right?" Killian nods his head slowly, laughing bitterly at his own misery. "Yeah. I'm totally thrilled to be able to babysit you." Killian replies through gritted teeth, still holding onto the fake yet painful smile. "Hey! Be nice to me." Sebastian demands, playfully punching Killian's arm, "Even though I'm afraid of it, I'm doing it for your happiness. See you are so happy to be here?" Sebastian continues, standin
"Let me help you out." Killian offers, going behind Sebastian. Sebastian tenses as he finds Killian wrapping his arm around his own, steadying his arm in a perfect position. "Loosen your grip. Don't hold it so firmly." Killian instructs, Sebastian follows his instructions mindlessly. His mind is thinking about more important stuff. Killian's close proximity might be the topic of his utmost interest. Sebastian lets Killian guide him, attempting to free himself from the tingling sensation that Killian's touch is providing him with. Killian places his hand on Sebastian's right hand which is holding a dart, ready to throw it. "You remember the fool who tried to hurt a minor in your workplace but ended up falling to the ground with just one punch from the minor?" Killian reminds him, there's mischievousness hidden in his tone. Sebastian nods his head to answer, glancing sideways to look at the man's furious face. Killian should get an award for getting under people's skin so smoothly
Sebastian fidgets with the hem of his hoodie instead of eating, observing the awkward atmosphere around himself. He glances towards his mother who is busy serving pancakes for his father. His own portion lies idly as he waits for his parents to settle down. He's on high alert, still trying to come up with an explanation as to why his mother decided to have breakfast together as a family today? Instead of gulping down the fresh orange juice placed in front of him, he gulps down his saliva, attempting to get away from the judgmental glare of his father. He doesn't remember when the last time he sat down with his family and had meals. It feels like ancient time. Over the past few months, he had always wished for a day when he would be accepted by his family and be loved the same again. If he knew getting back together and sharing a meal would be so awkward, he wouldn't nurture that wish. "Why aren't you eating?" His mother asks, stabbing her pancake with a knife.Sebastian hesitantly
Sebastian wants to react to the humiliation brought upon by the slap. He wants to give an appropriate response to her violent attack but he finds himself unable to do so. Knowing that he was at fault, he is ready to accept the consequences even though it's humiliating to say the least. Lia doesn't seem to be satisfied with just one slap. She is ready to strike again with the desire of reddening Sebastian's already red cheek. "Touch him again and you have to fight with me, bitch." Sebastian gets surprised seeing Oliver standing before him and facing Lia fiercely. He doesn't know where Oliver came from. Shame overtakes his features, being defended by someone when the fault is his. "Step away. It's between him and I." Lia hisses, trying to push Oliver away and get to Sebastian. But Oliver is adamant. He glares at Lia, telling her that he isn't backing off."You are a blind idiot. Look at the photo and see for yourself. It's edited! But of course, an illiterate person like you can't s
Killian punches the heavy punching bag with all the force he can mustard. The force is so fierce that the bag is only a few minutes away from falling from the ceiling, escaping the metallic loop it is bound with. Sweat drops from his forehead profusely. His bare chest glistens with sweat. He is panting like there is no tomorrow, tiredness taking over his system. However, he is still livid. The desire to hurt something to subside his anger is too intense. Unwanted memories flashes in front of his eyes like a vivid dream, making him angrier. No matter how much he punches the bag, it doesn't bring him the satisfaction he is longing for. Vulnerable. He is feeling vulnerable and he absolutely loathes it. Panting heavily, Killian rolls off the gloves. He starts punching the bag with bare hand, hoping it would make him feel some other emotions than the ominous feeling pumping in his veins. He is used to punching the bag with his bare hand. However, he is too agitated to watch his strikes r
Time seems to pass agonizingly slowly for Killian. He believed he searched every corner of the town but there is so sign of Sebastian. He is tempted to barge into Sebastian's house but he knows it might be the dumbest idea ever. Something about Sebastian's father rubs him the wrong way. He doesn't know why or how but he is sure Sebastian isn't home. A sudden phone call brings him back from his reverie. With hope settling inside his chest, he takes the phone in his hand. But It's not Sebastian nor Ethan. It's Alex. Killian sighs heavily before picking up the call. "What do you want?" He says roughly, sounding uninterested. "It's me, not Alex. You can hold back your bitterness." Comes an annoyed voice from the other side. "Fine. What do you want, Oliver?" Killian asks, resting his head on the leather seat, feeling the exhaustion taking over. "We went to Sebastian's house." Killian pulls himself back with a start. "You did what?!" "Hold your horses and listen to me carefully before
"What were you doing, Sebastian?" Killian asks with a stern tone, still feeling his breath getting hitched. Sebastian's tears are too much to take but he can't ignore the fact that Sebastian was too reckless to think about doing something like that. He can't even think about it without making his heart skip several beats. "Drinking strawberry milk?" Sebastian says through tears which comes out as a question rather than an answer. "What?" Killian asks before immediately reflecting the flashlight on the fallen bottle. The content does look like milk. Killian sucks in a breath, chuckling at himself for the misunderstanding. He should have known Sebastian is too strong to try anything like that. If anything, Sebastian is stronger than Killian himself. Sebastian regards Killian with confused eyes, wiping away the shed tears. He looks down to the grass under his feet, not being able to meet Killian's eyes. He doesn't know how and why Killian is here but he is happy. His happiness comes
Killian's hands are still on Sebastian's cheek as he breathes heavily. Both are panting due to their heated kissing session, feeling a burning sensation at the pit of their stomachs. "Did you eat garlic?" Sebastian asks right after parting away from Killian's lips, nose scrunching in disgust. Killian lets out an amused chuckle before nodding his head, finding Sebastian's reaction utterly cute. "Last night." Killian admits, taking his hand off Sebastian's soft cheeks. "And you didn't bother to brush your teeth this morning?" If Sebastian's face doesn't give away the disgust that he is feeling, his voice does that perfectly. "Hey, cut me some slack. It was a rough morning." Killian defends himself, earning a classic eye roll from Sebastian. Sebastian doesn't say anything. He takes out a mouthwash from his backpack, making Killian laugh his heart out. "You are indeed the modern day Dora the explorer." Killian says in between his laughter fit, holding his stomach as it starts to hu