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The waiting hall in the early morning was empty.

Rows of waiting chairs decorate the entire lonely space even more empty.

Luggage lay silently by the bench, Fujimoto and Sakurai sat side by side silently, allowing the unbearable silence to settle between them.

Bowing forward, Fujimoto put his elbows on his knees, staring at the ground without saying a word, his dark eyes were buried under his thick bangs, and his expression could not be discerned.

There were still traces of tears on Sakurai's cheeks that had dried up before. At this moment, his eyes were staring blankly at the row of benches opposite him, and he felt unprecedented tiredness and guilt hovering in his heart.

A few hours ago, I didn't care about my image, complained to Fujimoto crying, and finally didn't let the other party catch the flight.

Feeling inexplicably ashamed, Sakurai clenched his fists with a wry smile, turned his head stiffly to look at the still silent man beside him, and suddenly didn't know how to speak.

Rubbing one hand into the tip of her hair, Sakurai slowly arched her back, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in frustration.

Why did I and this man have to develop to this point?

I clearly...

Obviously...

The tip of his nose was sore again, Sakurai shook his head self-deprecatingly, forced the inexplicable grievance out of his chest, and opened his eyes sideways to look outside the huge glass curtain wall beside the waiting bench.

The pitch black night engulfed the entire airport, leaving only a few sporadic lights shining brightly on a few flights.

Bitterness slid across his face, Sakurai's golden pupils stared blankly at one of the light spots, and said in a dim voice: "...I'm sorry..."

The current emotions are very chaotic, and Sakurai can't figure it out anyway.

However, for some reason, the haze entrenched in his heart made him inexplicably want to say something.

Wanting to... express those complex emotions of myself.

"..." Hearing this, the shoulders of the man beside him moved slightly, but he didn't raise his head.

Gritting his teeth, Sakurai slowly withdrew his gaze, and silently lowered his head to look at the ground: "...caused you to miss the flight..."

"..."

"I'm sorry..." Knowing that there was no response from the people around him, Sakurai gradually tightened his fingers on the chair, feeling an inexplicable pain in his chest.

Taking a long breath, he lowered his head further.

I don't know if it was because of the silence between the two of them, but he felt inexplicably that the manic mood he had been chasing after Fujimoto Airport had gradually calmed down.

And now, all that's left is—

ashamed.

"I have no reason to blame you..." Clasping his hands, rubbing each other in embarrassment, Sakurai gritted his teeth, trying to sort out his emotions, "It didn't happen back then, and it doesn't exist now..."

"..." Fujimoto raised his head slightly, and frowned his handsome brows.

Smiling wryly, Sakurai sighed and closed his eyes: "You must regret it, you will meet me back then."

"..."

"I ran to confess to you, I broke into your world, I made you responsible for my mother's affairs, I destroyed your dreams..." Muttering, Sakurai's lips curled up. Dazzling helplessness.

Fingers slowly inserted into the palm, about to tear the skin, Sakurai continued: "It's obviously my problem, but you have been alone for so long, really..." Gritting his teeth, he felt the warmth in the corners of his eyes again, "I'm really sorry."

"..."

"To you, I must be a catastrophe." After saying this, Sakurai felt that the depression that had been occupying his chest from just now became heavier.

Subconsciously shrunk his shoulders, Sakurai's head was about to touch his chest, and his voice became darker: "So, senior... If you must leave, I will not stop you." Shoulders gradually trembled, Sakurai tried to calm down the chaotic emotions, Try to keep it steady and continue, "I've caused you a lot of trouble these two days, I'm sorry! I—"

However, just as Sakurai closed his eyes and said modestly to himself, he suddenly felt an unusually tight force on his shoulders.

Unexpectedly widening his eyes, he raised his head stiffly, only to see the silent person beside him stretch out an arm without hesitation, pulling his body firmly into his chest.

His cheek bumped into Fujimoto's warm neck dumbly, Sakurai's body froze, and he suddenly felt a mess in his heart.

Silently wrapped around Sakurai's shoulders, Fujimoto slowly turned his head.

"Are you finished?"

While stunned, Sakurai suddenly heard Fujimoto's faint inquiry from above his head.

"..." In the other party's arms, he had already lost his mobility, Sakurai's mind was blank and his lips were slightly parted, but he still didn't make a sound after organizing his words for a long time.

Fujimoto's big hand slowly slid from Sakurai's shoulder along his shoulder line to his neck, and reached his gradually reddening ear a moment later, lightly caressing it.

Sensing the other party's gentle movements next to his ear, Sakurai felt his heart tremble inexplicably, and then the nerves all over his body tensed up uncontrollably.

With his chin resting on Sakurai's forehead, Fujimoto looked far away at the dark window, and continued in a low voice: "Kai, what do you want me to do, huh?"

Feeling helpless and exhausted during the questioning, Sakurai couldn't help but move his shoulders helplessly.

"I ask you, why are you apologizing?" Fujimoto stared out of the window with a complex expression, and the hand on Sakurai's shoulder tightened silently.

"..."

"It wasn't your fault back then, and it's not your fault now, understand?" Fujimoto stated lightly as he caressed Sakurai's soft auricles with his slender fingers.

Feeling Fujimoto's steady breathing on the top of his hair, Sakurai leaned against Fujimoto's neck, and his thoughts gradually surged with an inexplicable turmoil.

The big hand slipped behind Sakurai's ear and into the tip of Sakurai's hair. Fujimoto rubbed it roughly, and pressed his chin more tightly against his forehead, and said lightly, "It's getting late, it's time to pack up and get ready to go."

After speaking, he gently opened the arms that wrapped around Sakurai's shoulders.

However, just as he was about to stand up sideways from the bench and moved his shoulders, he unexpectedly noticed that the person in his arms stretched out his arms and tightly wrapped his arms around his broad chest.

Lowering his head dumbly, Fujimoto looked at the person who buried his cheek in his neck with complicated eyes, and frowned.

"Kay?"

"..."

Tightening Fujimoto's skirt, Sakurai didn't intend to let go.

"Kai." Stopped, Ren Yingjing hugged himself, Fujimoto's face flashed with bitterness, "Let go."

"Senior." Sakurai murmured in a dim voice.

Fujimoto waited patiently for the other party to speak.

"Can you promise me something?" Sakurai continued stubbornly without looking up.

"what's up?"

"..." Ten fingers were about to sink into Fujimoto's skin through the coat, Sakurai was silent for a long time before hesitating to speak, "Senior... can you stay?"

Hearing the hesitant but dignified question from the man in his arms, Fujimoto narrowed his eyes unexpectedly.

After a while, with a helpless smile, Fujimoto said lightly, "Kay."

"I know, this request is very capricious..."

"Kay..."

"But..." With a slight tremor in his voice, Sakurai gritted his teeth and said, "I really want Senpai to stay."

"Kai." The smile on the corner of his lips gradually turned helpless, and a touch of tenderness flashed across Fujimoto's eyes, "Look up."

"Senior, promise me." Without raising his head, Sakurai's forehead was firmly pressed against Fujimoto's neck, and his voice gradually turned decisive.

Feeling the stubbornness of the person in his arms, Fujimoto couldn't help but let out a sneer.

After a while, he stretched out his hand suddenly, lifted Sakurai's jaw vigorously, and forced the other person to raise his head to face him.

Sakurai's golden eyes flashed into Sakurai's eyes that were as deep as night, and Fujimoto's handsome face was close at hand, and his face was serious.

"Boy, what the hell are you thinking, huh?"

Hearing this, Sakurai suddenly felt an inexplicable sinking in his heart.

"I'm sorry senior, I just—"

However, just as he was about to speak bitterly, he noticed a sly look on Fujimoto's face, and the smile on his lips grew stronger: "So, what do you think I'm going to do?"

Hearing the warm question from the other party, Sakurai was a little unresponsive for a while.

Rubbing Sakurai's pale face with his big hand, Fujimoto shook his head helplessly, raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "I heard so many stupid words from a stupid boy just now, do you think I might choose to leave now?"

"..." Looking at Fujimoto's softening expression in astonishment, Sakurai was dumbfounded.

Raising his hand and looking at his watch, Fujimoto stared at Sakurai again: "It's already past midnight, isn't it, why don't you pack up and leave, why, do you want to spend the night here?"

"...uh..." Reason had already flown out of the sky, and Sakurai uttered a monotone dryly, feeling embarrassed for a while.

Wrapping the back of Sakurai's head with his big hand, Fujimoto leaned forward without hesitation, and pressed a soft kiss on Sakurai's forehead with his thin lips.

After a while, he put his hands around Sakurai's shoulders and pulled him up from the bench. Fujimoto straightened the neckline of his windbreaker in a steady motion, and scanned the entire empty waiting hall with steadfast eyes.

"Kai, is your home far from here? I'll take you back later."

"Senior, you will really stay, right?"

Hearing this, Fujimoto turned his head to meet Kami Sakurai's worried gaze, and pursed his lips.

After a while, he smiled at Sakurai, he didn't answer anything, just put his arms around his shoulders: "Let's go."

**

Four 10 minutes later.

After getting off the taxi, Fujimoto sent Sakurai to the door of the other apartment building.

Putting his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, Fujimoto's slender body casts long shadows under the moonlight, his star-like eyes are extremely bright in the silent night, and at this moment he is focusing on Sakurai's wandering golden eyes.

"Kai, get some rest early, you know." Waving at Sakurai, Fujimoto pursed his lips and smiled, "I'm leaving first."

After speaking, Fujimoto turned around and prepared to leave.

However, as soon as he took a step, there was a burst of strength from the crook of his arm.

Puzzled, Fujimoto noticed that Sakurai was holding his arm firmly.

Squinting, Fujimoto frowned in confusion.

"Then... where will senior go tonight?"

"..." Hearing the other party's hesitant question, Fujimoto was slightly taken aback.

After a while, he subconsciously glanced at the luggage in front of him, and Fujimoto realized——

That's right, he planned to leave completely by plane today, and he didn't leave any place for himself here.

Thinking of this, he stood there in a daze, and Fujimoto didn't respond for a while.

Noticing the embarrassment on the other side's face, Sakurai dryly stretched out his hand to rub the ends of his hair, opened his eyes sideways, and said with a little embarrassment: "Well, senior, if you don't mind the trouble, you can stay with me today... …Is it ok?"

"..." Hearing this, he looked at Sakurai in front of his upper body, and Fujimoto's face became complicated.

After a while, looking down, his expression became a little indifferent, and his voice gradually turned cold: "It's still not possible." Tightening the armrest of the trolley case in his hand, Fujimoto nodded at Sakurai, "Kai, you go in, it's pretty late at night." cold."

After speaking, he didn't intend to wait for the other party's response, Fujimoto looked away, turned around and was about to leave with his luggage.

However, after only two steps, Sakurai's frustrated voice suddenly came from behind him: "You... just don't want to stay with me that much, do you?"

"..." Hearing this, Fujimoto stopped in surprise.

After a while, he turned his head and stared solemnly at Sakurai's bitter face.

"It's okay, I understand." The corners of his lips slowly pulled into a faint smile, Sakurai lowered his eyes, avoiding Fujimoto's sharp gaze, "If you really don't want to stay, I—"

"Kay."

"I won't force you." With his head tilted, Sakurai turned and inserted the key into the keyhole.

However, when Fang was about to turn the key, he suddenly heard the sudden and dull sound of something falling to the ground.

Unexpectedly, he turned his head and looked behind him, but before he could react, a slender figure forced him against the edge of the door.

Staring in astonishment at the handsome face in sight, Sakurai dryly moved his Adam's apple, and instinctively looked towards the source of the voice just now——

I saw Fujimoto's suitcase fell heavily on the ground.

Firmly pressing Sakurai's shoulder, Fujimoto's intermittent breath kept brushing against his face, causing Sakurai's brain to short-circuit.

In the next second, the other party quickly came forward, kissed him violently on the lips, and made a loud "chirp".

Panting and staggering his lips, Fujimoto smiled frustratedly, pressed his big hand on Sakurai's forehead, and murmured: "That's why I can't go in, understand?"

—Go in, I don't know what to do to you.

Rubbing Sakurai's frowning brows with his slender fingers, Fujimoto's eyes gradually turned blurred, and his face was calm: "You have really changed a lot in the past two years, Kai."

——Become, so that no matter how hard I try, I can't leave.

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