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● chapter 28. ○

CWs: none

merry late christmas

(t/n): town name

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"Love and kisses never misses."

The pick-up truck was near-silent against the smooth roads of Y/n's hometown, filling the space with a tense quiet, even with the radio playing.

"Making a heaven for two."

Y/n's skin was littered with goosebumps, and his arms wrapped around himself to combat the frigid atmosphere, the air conditioning cranked up far too high for early November.

"With a tender, sweet surrender..."

The woman on the radio had a soft voice, the audible adoration laced in it only accentuated by the older audio quality. The music had been turned on so the two men weren't drowned in absolute silence.

"...coming from someone like you."

Why Chris had chosen an old-timey jazz piece, Y/n would never know.

When Chris actually unlocked the handcuffs chaining Y/n to his own bed, it had surprised even Y/n himself. He supposed that the underlying fear of what the man was capable of was a persistent testament to his constant attempts to rationalize Chris' behaviors. No matter how many times he told himself he didn't fear the other man, not truly, it was still so obvious that he did.

Those tense moments before, when Y/n really did think Chris was going to... well, he hadn't. The blond man had leaned down and whispered to Y/n about how concerned he was, and how much he worried for Y/n, all the while stroking up and down his wrists. And he had rested his forehead on the other boy's, mouth moving over words he wouldn't say, and unlocked the handcuffs.

Y/n, of course, immediately pushed him away and pulled his blanket over his body, feeling naked despite the clothes covering him. Then, Chris had left. Just like that.

Everyone's acting so weird. First, Erin, getting drunk off his ass and running off to God knows where to lay on a bench for hours. Then, The Swine also getting drunk and saying all that creepy shit. Even Chris' behavior was... odd. It wasn't unlike him, per se, but he'd never gotten so... close. Y/n wasn't sure if that meant physically, or close to - close to actually...

Y/n shivered, fighting the urge to curl into himself. It didn't matter anymore, he supposed. Erin was safe, Chris wasn't drunk, and The Swine...

"I'm going to do something horrible."

Well, Y/n would cross that bridge when he came to it. Speaking of...

"This is it," he spoke up when they came to the familiar street of his school building, picking his bag up off the floor of the car.

"Oh, gee, I couldn't tell with the massive sign saying (T/n) Hig- hey." Chris reached out and grabbed Y/n's wrist when the (h/c) boy attempted to escape the awkward atmosphere in the car. "Why so soon? Don't want to give your roommate a goodbye kiss?"

It was impressive, the way Y/n was able to keep the sheer disgust out of his expression when he started to say, "Chris-"

"I'm kidding," Chris muttered, rolling his eyes. Y/n tried to pull his hand away, but the blond's grip tightened. "I'm picking you up after school, too. I meant what I said last night."

"Yeah, right, okay," Y/n nodded, once more trying to get his hand back. This time, he was successful, and Chris let go. Y/n wasted little time sliding out of the backseat and shutting the car door behind him.