Oxymoron

Chapter 10

"Jongin...Kai..He-he took my Virginity-- he raped me!"

Yixing whispered hoarsly and looked down, shifting his chin from Yifan's grasp and slowly backing away. The older man paused, slowly letting the words seep in. He swallowed, fists clenching as he swore softly under his breath. Then he and closed the space between them, hands slipping to hold on to the dancer's delicate hips. Yifan suddenly realised this was the first time he had touched Yixing without getting yelled at or kicked out the bar. He once again made Yixing face him, the younger however failing to meet his eyes which held a soft sense of agitation.

"When..how?"

A non commital shake of the head and Yifan swallowed, knowing he shouldn't press for more right then

"Its okay..."

Yixing hiccuped as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks

"I'm not gonna hurt you..you can tell me..."

The younger man shook his head repeatedly as he raised his voice

"NO! I-I feel so...i feel so filthy!

He dug his fingers into Yifan's forearms, forcing him away but the older teacher did not relent.

"Yixing...you know how i feel about you...you can trust me"

Yifan whispered and kissed the smooth surface of Yixing's forehead, successfully making the dancer freeze and then relax noticibly in his hold. But the sobbing did not stop

"Its alright...i've got you now.."

Yifan felt Yixing go lax against him as he pulled him closer, the wetness of the Boy's tears seeping through his work shirt as he just clung to the man for dear life. Yifan held him gently, carefully..as if he was a frail sheet of glass. He nuzzled his nose into the Boy's dark hair and took in the comforting cinnamon scent of his body. He held Yixing's head close to his chest and stroked his back comfortingly, his slight warmth and occasional rise and fall of his shoulders. They stayed like that for a few minutes until the crying died down and Yixing mumbled against the cotton of Yifan's shirt, voice barely above an audible whisper in between the aftermath of a cry

"I have no where to go...i can't go back home--i room with Jongin....we share the rent--"

"Hey...relax..."

Yifan said slowly and cupped Yixing's face softly, feeling a pang in his heart as he met the leaking red eyes of his junior.

"You can stay with me..."

"N-no...i-its okay..i don't want to own you anything Mr Wu..."

Yixing responded with a slight pink color high in his cheeks as he placed his small hands on Yifan's, taking them off his face

"Please, just call me Kris or Yifan...and i have an extra room.."

Yifan added after Yixing did that; a little white lie would not hurt right?; hoping that the smaller boy would consider. He didn't want Yixing going anywhere that sick bastard Jongin could find him; which mean't not even the bar. Just silence before a slight nod and Yifan slipped an arm around his waist

"Here..just lean on me...we can talk about this later.."

Yixing did as he was told like a heartbroken puppy. But as they walked out of the alley, he stumbled with a sharp gasp of pain and crumpled, his knees giving way. Yifan caught him in a split second, stopping his face from hitting the pavement.

"Hey, can you walk..?"

"It hurts...i...i'm sorry!"

Yixing choked on his tears as he burried his face in his hands, pulling away from Yifan and leaning himself against the wall of a building.