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XXIII

Hotel In Japan (slowed+reverb @963hz) -Playboi Carti/Adrian

OMNISCIENT:

Northern Marietta, Georgia

*major smut warning for this chapter; please, do not read if triggered/offended by smut

Jordan led Symere into an unoccupied guest bedroom. It was lavishly designed and elegantly decorated, something that Symere loves about the room, admiring it at first sight. Symere ran his hand along the foot of the bed, feeling how soft it was and predicting how quick it would take for him to curl up into a little ball and sleep after falling onto it.

Jordan plopped down onto the end of the bed, his legs dangling off onto the floor. He looked to Symere, who was still standing, and smiled, patting on the thick blanket that covered the bed, motioning him to come sit next to him. Symere jumped at how loud Jordan's large hands could be pounding on a thick blanket, but sprinted with his tiny legs over to the bedside, directly to Jordan's left.

Jordan sighed audibly as Symere sat down, causing Symere to look over at Jordan, concerned. Jordan was ready; he had the perfect setting, privacy, and mindset. He wasn't gonna mess up like he did back in North Carolina. After all, he was with the one he truly loved. The thought of finally telling Symere he loved him, however, was understandably overwhelming, even if he was mentally prepared. Rakim had told him all he needed to know to get to Symere's heart, and he had been rehearsing what he was going to say to Symere before he went to the football game that night.

Before Jordan could get a word out, Symere spoke.

"Hey Jordy, I've missed you so much. I'm really sorry about what happened between us; it was just such a terrible place and time and everything could've been so much better." Symere apologized, spiraling more the longer he continued speaking. Jordan chuckled at Symere's remark, "Believe me, I know a lot about saying the wrong thing at the wrong time."

Symere smiled, "It's okay, your reaction was out of shock, not hate," Symere gushed, "at least that's what I hope."

Jordan tilted his head to look at Symere, chuckling once again, "Nahhhh Mere', I'm talking about somethin' else." Symere was intrigued by the mystery event Jordan was referring to; he could never have such a secret kept from him.

"What's that?" Symere inquired.

Jordan swallowed out of nervousness as he looked over towards Symere's eager eyes, awaiting a response. There was no backing out now, but Jordan felt ready to express himself to the one he loved; his true self.

"Symere," Jordan began, "there's something I should've told you a really long time ago, but I won't lie, I was always really nervous to do so."

Symere cocked his head as he always did when he was confused, to which Jordan continued:

"You see, there was this thing back home in North Carolina that really bugged me. It bugged me so much to the point that I couldn't keep it a secret anymore, and I felt the need to tell the world. Unfortunately, those in Charlotte weren't too keen on my 'secrets', and I was scared away from my true self. I forced myself into repression, which in fact only hurt me more, until I met you. You convinced me through all of your compassionate ways that there is not a uniform way to be; that I can be whatever or whoever I want."