𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐕.𝟐 .

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.

"cause why is he tryna.."
"eat you up." aitana finished, not helping the slight amusement she got from the look of bafflement upon indigo's bare features, his pierced nose slightly flared as he pursed his lower lip. "good, yo ass need it."
"shut up hater." indigo glared, swiftly accepting the joint the latina handed to him before unmuting the call. the blonde couldn't help but to stiffen with a slight, hesitant silence; jae wasn't wrong in the slightest and that was the problem. the tight accountability jae seemed to want to hold him to in the moment was just in its' correction, but for somebody who had ran from it all his life, rather conflicting. it seemed as if for jae, nothing was off the table- dangerous, especially when indigo could barley force himself to sit down at it, knowing that if he stayed too long, the pounding of his heart and dryness of his eyes and dance of his stomach would become increasingly worse until he had no choice but to feel the gentle undertones of need and guilt all inflicted by that smooth voice consistently full of nothing but praises, tempting him with thoughts of things he deemed violent and unstable like the exorcism of words that would finally flow from his mouth when he was forced to defend all his silent stares and childhood bruises; when he was forced to give him his sob story, and watch the pity he hated so very much polluted his brown eyes.

it took from indigo what he had worked, starved and muted himself for; control, and whispered to him like a sweet, sweet lullaby the pitiful fact that he had never had any in the first place.

"okay. i'm sorry about that." indigo breathed, carefully choosing his words as he exhaled deeply. "i lost my temper."

jae smiled, not helping the unconscious way his lips tugged upwards in an almost gullible manner, constantly justifying the somewhat timid undertones in indigo's passive voice. still, his compliance was somewhat surprising; jae expected for his ear to be sore and aching from the rebuttal indigo should've thrown up to those words, but instead he received nothing. not only was it somewhat refreshing, but it was new, just like many new things seemed to be about the blonde on the other line. just from one look at him, it was obvious to jae the once belligerent, headstrong indigo was in the slow, slow process of slipping away into someone much more mature; someone that jae couldn't help but to question and ponder, because his newfound compliance wasn't the only thing different about him.


"that's okay, naekko.. as long as you know what i said was the truth."

indigo fell silent, struggling at first to hold his voice that urged against his closed lips with claims of denial. he couldn't have possibly been telling the truth- had he really been looking for him- the whole time? after the way he treated him? it simply didn't make sense, and if anything it made indigo's sore chest only feel heavier with the guilt he was supposed to have expelled from their discussion that he knew would never quite be absent from his mental.


"..okay." indigo murmured. "h..how was your holiday?"
"it was alright. simple. and yours?"
"it was okay."
"what did you do?" jae asked expectantly, listening to the way the domincan's breath seemed to catch in discomfort for the obvious reason jae shamelessly alluded to, and craved to hear.
"um.." indigo stalled, his chest full of air as he held his unstable breath. "..i took angel to the parade and we ate."

the name seemed outlandish to bring up in conversation with jae, especially when he had no idea of the impact it should have on him. the blonde's wary dark orbs fell to aitana anxiously as he nibbled on his lower lip, an honest nerve painting over his bare features as he listened for any sort of reaction from the man clueless as to why he had been called in the first place. despite the success of angel and jae's fateful first encounter, indigo had less than an idea of what jae's reaction about having a seven year old son would look like.

then again, he had narrowed it to two pretty major choices; jae could either cuss him out, sue him, claim to the whole word in some tv station that indigo was a money-digging, staged liar with a plot leading to his downfall or he could weep with joy at the revelation of his only son and never go a day without seeing him again. they were two pretty broad choices, but indigo was sure of them and almost everything on the spectrum between them; he had studied and calculated almost every single option, including aitana's responses and what size headache he would be given. now, it was just about getting the burdensome words that seemed to stick to his tongue out.