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jj; guang-hong i'm so so sorry

jj; and i just wanted to tell you

jj; that they're never gonna hurt you again

jj; i mean it

guanghong; oh ... thank you jj ...

guanghong; thank you

jj; no problem

jj; wear whatever you want to

guanghong; thank you

guanghong; again !!

guanghong; i mean it

"who are you talking to, baby?" leo asked, switching off his own phone and snuggling closer to guang-hong, arms slipping around his waist and burying his face into the shoulder of his pink sweater dress. guang-hong giggled, putting his phone down on the couch next to him before putting his arms around leo's neck and breathing in his scent of popcorn.

"doesn't matter," he mumbled, not wanting leo to get all worried and angry, seeing as the memory of taksehi hitting his leo in the second floor bathroom still made guang-hong's eyes well up and breathing go all fast and shallow.

"what's wrong?" leo asked softly, kissing guang-hong's cheek gently. "what's wrong, baby boy? who was it? who was texting you? were they mean to you?"

"no, no," guang-hong gushed hurriedly, and kissed leo's neck, over and over again, until he heard leo gasp.

"oh!" guang-hong said hurriedly, remembering how he had accidentally kissed the bruise on leo's cheek two weeks ago. "d-did i hurt you?"

"no," leo breathed out, brushing back guang-hong's hair. "ca-can i kiss you, muffin? you're really pretty!"

guang-hong blushed, nod starting tugging at the hem of his woollen sweater dress. he looked up at leo, before he tilted his head to kiss him on the mouth, leaning back on the sofa so that his legs wrapped around leo's waist, lying underneath him and still blushing.

"who were you talking to baby?" leo asked, lips against guang-hong's, soft as marshmallow fluff. he started to kiss guang-hong's neck, as guang-hong had done to him, sucking at the tender skin until guang-hong gasped and blushed deeper.

"j-jj," he stammered out, body shaking, clinging to leo's t-shirt. but then leo sat up, looking angry.

"he did what?" he demanded, and guang-hong jumped.

immediately, leo softened, and pulled guang-hong onto his lap so that he straddled him.

"i'm sorry, bubba, i didn't mean to shout," he murmured, guang-hong leaning against leo's chest and breathing in the smell of him whilst leo stroked his hair. "i know you don't like loud noises. i'm sorry."

"it's ok, leo," guang-hong whispered, nuzzling against the warmth of him, soft material of leo's t-shirt under this cheek.

"i just got angry, at the thought of him scaring you, being mean to you," leo said, voice breaking a little, and tightened his grip on guang-hong.