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"You disgust me, Isagi Yoichi"

Sweat trickled from his forehead, with tearstained eyes and a devastated look on his face he desperately tried to scream his name. Isagi reached out towards a silhouette of a man who was getting further and further away as he ran towards him.

'Don't go... Rin, don't go...'

The words that he wanted to say came stuck in his throat. He found himself unable to speak as he watched the man slowly fade away in the dark distance.

'It's not what you think...please...'

Tears flowed like streams running down his face. Suddenly he felt like he was nailed firmly to the ground. He felt suffocated, like he was being strangled to death. Rin.

Rin

Rin

"Rin!" With a gasp, Isagi jolted up in shock as he screamed for the name he longed for. However, he came to register his sorroundings afterwards. He looked around and saw himself inside his bedroom, sweating profusely, and gasping for air.

A nightmare?

"It felt too real..." He whispered to himself, feeling the effects of hangover seeping through his head.

How much did I drink last night?

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing a worried Bachira with a ladle on his right hand, and wearing an apron. He looked like he was in the middle of cooking something when he rushed inside Isagi's room.

"Isagi? You're awake. I heard you scream. Is everything alright?"

Shocked at Bachira's sudden appearance, he could only give him a small smile and winced as he clutched his head. Fucking hang over.

Bachira's concern was written all over his face as he stepped into the room completely. He moved to part the curtains so as to illuminate the gloomy looking room.

"H-how did I get home?" Was all Isagi could think off.

Last time he remembered was a blonde haired man hitting on him at the bar.

Bachira's hand on the curtains paused and looked at Isagi. He was about to tease him about how wasted he was last night when his gaze stopped at the picture frame at Isagi's bedside table.

His jaw clenched as he tried to hide the twitching of his face. He didn't notice how he gripped the ladle in his hand tightly.

However, he pulled off a smile and went towards Isagi, plopping at the side of the bed.

He playfully flicked Isagi's forehead along with his teasing smile. It did not reach his eyes though.

"You were too wasted to remember, but Nagi brought you home in his back last night..."

"Nagi..?" Isagi exclaimed looking confused. Nagi was there last night?

"I'm quite hurt you know, choosing to call him instead of me..." Bachira playfully said.

"No.. I don't even remember calling him."

Bachira only smiled. He expected as much. He saw how Isagi threw up a whole bucket of vomit in the bathroom last night. He reached out to dishevel Isagi's hair.

"Ofcourse you don't... Come on I prepared breakfast and soup for you."

A small smile crept on Isagi's face before he took Bachira's hand in his and in response, Bachira pulled him out of bed.

However, before they could leave the room, Isagi saw how Bachira pushed the picture frame in his bedside table face down. He just looked away and let him be.

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"Here." Bachira set a bowl full of soup on the table.

The seated Isagi couldn't help but feel anxious. Bachira's kindness and sweetness seemed off today.

Ofcourse he knew why. But he didn't know how to explain to him.

After Bachira sat down on his seat and eating his meal, not even taking a glance at Isagi anymore, that was when he took a deep breath and decided to break the ice.

"Bachira I'm so--" He was cut off.

"No you're not." Bachira held a small smile. But clearly he wasn't pleased at all. He glanced at Isagi before returning to his meal.

Isagi thought the only chance he got to apologize went down the drain. However, the sound of cutlery being put down on the table, and hearing Bachira clear his throat, he could only gulp in anticipation.

"A year ago, I witnessed the same exact scenario. You, wasted beyond redemption. Crying and begging as if you would die in any second."

Bachira's jaw tightened at the memory. It was heartbreaking. He was there when it all went down, and he held Isagi in his arms until he eventually fell asleep in exhaustion and drunkenness.

"It's not like that--"

"Ofcourse it is." He looked at Isagi intently.

"Because if not then why are you crying right now stupid."

Isagi went back to his senses as Bachira pointed out something he didn't even notice. His tears were already flowing like streams.

"I'm sorry... I promised to you and yet--"

"Fuck." Bachira cursed and stroked his hair back in frustration. He couldn't stand a crying Isagi. He folds easily.

He wordlessly got up from his seat and went towards Isagi. Without a word he pulled him in his arms. Him kneeling beside Isagi's chair. While Isagi nuzzled his face on Bachira's neck.

It was around this time, a year ago when Rin and Isagi broke up. It happened on Isagi's birthday too. Technically they were supposed to celebrate together yesterday but Isagi was nowhere to be found when he got home. He was worried, and he called non stop like a lunatic, not until there was a knock on his door and an emotionless Nagi was carrying Isagi on his back.

"Please don't cry anymore. I'm begging you Isagi don't make this hard for me."

"I.. hic I'm sorry.." Isagi continued crying.

Isagi promised him once that he would never do that kind of thing again. He promised him that it would be the last time, and that he would be over his heartbreak soon enough. But he guessed that did not happen.

'fucking Itoshi Rin'

Bachira's hold on Isagi's back tightened and his other hand went up to caress Isagi's hair gently.

Just then, the door to the left of the kitchen slammed open, revealing a pissed off Chigiri with his hair tied in a messy bun, and wearing his pink satin robe. He walked out of his room, and closely behind him was Kunigami in his boxers.

"It's seven in the fucking morning and you are already crying like a bitch Isagi." He grumbled.

Isagi turned to them and sniffed. While Bachira glared at his friend.

"It's seven in the fucking morning and you two are already fucking each other." Bachira exclaimed like he was disappointed but ain't a bit surprised.

Chigiri's glare intensified.

Kunigami just sighed and held his boyfriend by the waist. Looking at Bachira and Isagi apologetically.

"Sorry man. He was about to cum but he was worried about Isagi so---"

A slap on the forehead stopped Kunigami from saying more.

"Sorry babe"

Chigiri scoffed and flipped his hair. Heading towards the kitchen to join the other two for breakfast.

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