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Dan had been dreaming off before he felt strong hands like a vice around his middle.
It was like sleep paralysis, which he had suffered a lot in his life.
Unfortunately these arms were all too familiar. And he did not want them.
“No!” Ghosted out of his mouth. He felt like he ran out of breath as he uttered the word.
Don’t take this away from me as well, Dan thought.
Dan let his eyes travel to the beautiful horizon, watched it tilt this way and that surreally as he was manipulated from behind.
So much beauty in the world – but not for him.
“I said what do you think you’re doing?!” A harsh voice said behind him. He ignored it. What did he have to lose now?
Then Dan was being dragged backwards, back to shore, back to life. He found that his heart sank. The sea seemed so free. Should he resist? But he was so weak, and almost back.
He was tossed on the sand. “Oof,” He heard himself verbalise. Just how many pieces of him were broken, damaged?
All of him, he thought dully, with absolution. All of him.
“I had to find you from a picture,” Joo was saying in disgust.
Dan wished he would stop blocking the dying light.
Joo’s expression changed.
He will probably be getting too cold…His brain thought. Then he was irritated.
He didn’t have a coat…apart from his own…and that was a light to medium jacket. He took it off, sat up a limp Dan, who had given up, and put it on him.
It will get wet but…
He sighed. He didn’t know if Dan was playing dumb or had lost it. Either way, he did not have time for this sort of nonsense. He began to drag Dan back to the car, who whimpered and hiccupped.
Joo felt relief when he was in his car. More than he expected. The car was a realm he understood and could control. He leant Dan’s seat back, so he could lie down in his passed out state, and did his belt up. Dan did not smell ideal. How different this was to when Dan had had the toy inside-
What did he even want with the useless pipsqueak anyway?
He had an urge to bite or kiss but he swallowed it, which was uncomfortable. He’d been having a lot of these urges lately.
The drive back was silent and peaceful. Dan made very small noises, and Joo listened to a couple of different radio stations. When they got back to the complex, he abruptly asked a few footmen to help him with Dan, and when they looked worried, he ridiculously answered, “He has food poisoning.”
Joo would not permit the footmen into his home, and he gestured this with the raising of one hand. He dragged Dan in, threw him in his usual bed, (he liked that thought), undressed him, thought about fucking him, decided against it, and turned the lights off, leaving with a momentary, lingering look.
I’ll go in there later with a glass of water-
Fuck Kim Dan.