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Yungy can think for himself, he can do things without anyone else telling him if it's right or wrong. He can!
But it’s difficult with Pentar around. They switch these roles every time, sometimes Pentar's the one telling him what to do, sometimes it's Yungy telling Pentar what to do. It’s quite depressing how they both think they're in control, when in reality, it’s just the two of them making each other worse.
The forest is eerily quiet with just the two of them.
“Who told you that Zam loves you back anyways?” Pentar grins, laying next to the tied up Yungy, playing with his hair. Yungy squirms, but the rope is tied too tight, he can only move so much before it strains against his wrists. “Stop moving.” Pentar pinches his waist. Yungy’s muffled scream doesn't faze him. He laughs instead, he sits up and straightens his legs, making Yungy's legs rest on his.
“You know why the bugs don't even bother to bite you right now?” Pentar asks, but it seems like he doesn't need Yungy to answer. “It's because you're so rotten, they don't even like your smell anymore. You’re stinky, Yungy.” He laughs by himself. Yungy thinks he's gone insane, but when hasn't he?
Pentar sighs, taking off his cap to comb his fingers through his own hair before putting it back. Yungy ignores how handsome he looks while doing it. The tape on his mouth is getting annoying. Yungy sits up by himself, not easily but he did it anyways, then presses his face against Pentar's chest. His hands pull Yungy onto his lap, resting at his hips.
“I can't tell if you’re trying to impress me or trying to make me get the tape off your mouth.” Pentar says. And Yungy squirms again, feet kicking against the grass slightly. “Fine.” Pentar huffs, pulling him back by his neck gently, he peels the tape off his mouth and Yungy swears he started tearing up. Pentar throws the piece of tape somewhere into the grass, putting his hands back onto Yungy's hips.
“You fucking asshole…” Yungy mumbles, wrists still tied behind his back. They really hurt at this point, especially when the rope is brushing against his itchy scars. He hears Pentar sigh almost happily. Yungy shudders at that.
“Are you trying to turn me on Yungy? You know I like it when you try to make me mad.” Pentar laughs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Yungy cringes.
“Can you untie me?” Yungy asks, ignoring what Pentar said before, he feels the rope around his wrists gets undone, he moves his hands to his front. It feels uncomfortable and it hurts, Yungy thinks and groans when Pentar grabs his wrist, his entire hand wrapping around Yungy's wrist, rubbing against the marks. He presses a quick kiss to it.
“Why am I still here with you?” Yungy asks to himself, his head aches, he presses his cheek to Pentar's chest. Pentar's hand trail up his back.
“I don't know.” Pentar answers, sounding genuine for the first time that night. Yungy leans back just enough for their eyes to meet. He grabs Pentar by his chin, and leans in, sliding their lips together. He shifts in Pentar’s lap, moving his legs to either side of his hips. Pentar places one hand on the back of Yungy’s neck, pushing him further into himself, and his other hand goes to rest on his lower back. Pentar yelps as Yungy suddenly bites on his bottom lip.
“What the freak was that for?” He laughs, eyes widened slightly as he watches Yungy get up. He follows, walking after him.
“That’s for tying me up, bitch.”
Looks like they will never know after all.