✍🏻 Story by : Seraph
𓂃🖊 Edited by : Violet
The tension still lingered, drifting through the city air until it reached the locked room.
Outside the door, Benjiro stood rooted in place.
Ayane had even assigned a man to keep an eye on him, to make sure he wouldn’t run off.
But Benjiro wasn’t staying because of orders.
He couldn’t bring himself to leave—not with Dean still inside.
More than once he’d wanted to push the door open, but he restrained himself.
He didn’t want to make things worse for Dean.
All he could do was wait.
“Dean…” His voice cracked as he whispered the name, like someone slowly losing someone dear.
He hovered his hand over the door, as if he could somehow feel Dean’s emotions through the wood.
But nothing came back—not even a hum.
The silence pressing from behind that door didn’t feel right.
It was too heavy. Too dangerous.
Benjiro’s heart pounded with a jumble of emotions—fear, anxiety, and something else he couldn’t name.
Then—creak.
A door opened somewhere down the hall.
Benjiro flinched, every muscle in his body tensing, his eyes snapping to the locked room in front of him.
For a heartbeat he thought—feared—it was Dean’s door.
But it wasn’t. Just another door further away.
The guard Ayane had stationed nearby shifted uneasily but said nothing, his eyes darting toward the sound before quickly looking away.
Even the air here felt tense, like it was waiting to break.
And he wasn’t the only one.
Inside, Dean and Daiki remained frozen.
The silence between them was thicker than words could ever convey.
Then suddenlyـــ Dean moved.
He dropped to his knees before Daiki, his head bowed so low he couldn’t lift it.
Daiki stiffened, taken aback by the sudden gesture.
His hand clenched at his side as if to steady himself, fighting back a tide of emotions.
He swayed slightly—about to speak—when Dean broke the silence at last.
Only one broken phrase left his lips, over and over:
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
Hearing him apologize like this, Daiki stood silent, watching with an unreadable expression.
One finger brushed against his lips, as if holding back the words he wanted to unleash.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
The only sounds were the steady tick of the wall clock and Dean’s ragged breathing.
Step… step… step…
Daiki’s footsteps echoed as he approached, then stopped.
From where he knelt, Dean could only see Daiki’s shoes.
His heart hammered against his ribs, each beat sharper than the last.
He swallowed hard. Whatever Daiki was going to say—whatever he was going to do—Dean wouldn’t resist.
He couldn’t.
Because he knew he deserved it.
His eyes squeezed shut, too heavy with shame to look up.
Daiki’s voice came at last, low and sharp, impossible to read:
“If it’s true…” A pause, as if he were searching for the words. “…then you know all too well what I’m feeling right now, don’t you?”
The words carved into Dean’s chest.
His throat burned, his eyes stung, and the tears betrayed him, slipping down unbidden.
He could only nod, trembling.
Daiki studied him from above, silent, searching Dean’s bowed form for answers that words could never give.
Finally, Dean’s voice cracked through the silence, trembling as much as his body.
“Whatever you decide to do… I won’t object to your judgment. Even…”
He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing the words out.
“…Even if you want to kill me, I won’t say anything.”
Daiki didn’t reply. His eyes stayed locked on him, unreadable.
The moment stretched unbearably—thirteen years of guilt and grief pressing down until the room itself felt like it might break apart.
The silence deepened, heavier and heavier—until the present dissolved into memory.
Thirteen years ago…
To Be Continued....
Author Note
Dean is finally facing his past—face to face.
If you want to uncover the truth about Dean and Daiki’s history, join us in the next chapter as their hidden story begins to unfold.
If you want to uncover the truth about Dean and Daiki’s history, join us in the next chapter as their hidden story begins to unfold.
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