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Kim caught a glimpse of the bright glare of sunlight beaming in through their bedroom window. It felt too early to be up but near impossible to fall back asleep. Kim figured he might as well get the day started. He turned to look to the other side of their bed only to see Kenta’s bare back face up. Kenta was lying on his stomach. Kim’s eyes lingered on the scars, they always did. Not because they were ugly, never. Nothing about Kenta was ugly, even if Kenta didn’t believe him. He adjusted closer to Kenta until he could prop himself up to place a gentle kiss on one of the many scars that haunt Kenta, and when he tenses, Kim knows it’s likely due to the discomfort. That simply wouldn’t do. “You know, we go through this every time, right? I tell you everything I love about you, and you pretend to ignore me, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop,” Kim huffs out in a hushed tone before he runs his fingers down Kenta’s spine in soothing strokes to ease Kenta’s overactive mind.
Kim kisses the same scar gently before starting up his usual habit, “I love how stubborn you are. No matter how many times I tell you something, you absolutely refuse to believe it. It’s so frustrating, but I love using it as an excuse to tell you how much I love it,” and when that doesn’t soften Kenta up, Kim moves to the scar right beside the initial scar he kissed, “and have I ever mentioned how much I love that frustrated look you get on your face when I tell you not to rush into reckless situations just because that’s what you’re “used to?” I’ve probably mentioned it a few times by now. Oh! I especially love it when you furrow your eyebrows in protest too, the wrinkle that forms between your eyebrows is cute.” In light of these moments being meant for Kenta, Kim finds himself enjoying them just as much, if not more. Anything he can do for Kenta whether it’s sitting in silence next to him, reminding Kenta that he’s not some unlovable monstrosity, or healing his mind, body, and soul with sensual touches, thorough movements, and deep kisses, will always bring him gratification. Kim released a content sigh as he felt the tension start to ease up on Kenta’s body the more he listened to Kim.
The third scar in line is particularly long, and Kim knows he’ll kiss the scar from the top to the bottom all the same. “Another thing I love about you is your resilience. Knowing that no matter what you’ve gone through or will go through, you’ll get through it all the same even if you shouldn’t have to, and you absolutely should never have to” Kim stated with certainty as he placed a gentle kiss at the top of the scar, only to move further down. “I love how soft you speak even when you’re being firm and bratty. You still manage to think about how everyone else would feel in a stressful situation, and you’d never want to make them feel worse by yelling the way you’ve been yelled at,” Kim spoke with a hint of admiration in his tone. He moved down to the last part of the scar, and placed a lingering kiss, “and have I mentioned how hot it is that you can take someone down with just a knife?” Kenta let out a soft and sleepy laugh as Kim continued on, “I mean even the way you held it to my throat…it was really sexy, and I’ve been thinking maybe we can integrate that into our extracurricular activiti–”
“Kim,” Kenta interrupted quietly with an edge to it, “I don’t think we should do that, you know I still feel guilty about all that, it’s different when it’s people I don’t care about” and all Kim could do is sigh and swoon a bit internally. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have joked about that, but one day you’re going to have to accept my forgiveness, and stop punishing yourself for a situation you were also a hostage in. Now, if you don’t mind, before I was rudely interrupted, I have more places to kiss and more things to voice my love on.” Kenta let out a scoff but ultimately relaxed into Kim’s kisses and soothing touches scattered across his back.
Kim moved to lean over the other shoulder blade with the last and most isolated scar on Kenta’s back and place an enthusiastic kiss this time. “Well, I also love the way you’re so organized. I mean there’s never a dull moment with you, my love, you always have everything perfectly structured. When we go out, we do everything on your cute little itineraries. We could do what feels right, but you’d rather make sure we never miss an experience, and I think that so considerate of you.” Kenta clears his throat to speak confidently, “I’m glad you enjoy my itineraries…and they’re NOT cute…they’re mature and serious, ok?” Kim lets a jovial laugh out once Kenta’s body fully relaxed, “ok baby, whatever you say.”
Kim runs his hands up Kenta’s back and onto his shoulder to quickly pull Kenta onto his back. A slight yelp escaped Kenta’s mouth at the quick movement, but as he looks up into Kim’s soft eyes, his slight frown melts into a tender smile. “Hi,” Kenta whispers as he lifts his hand to thread it into Kim’s hair. Kim wonders if it’s humanly possible to love someone as much as they love each other, or if they’re an anomaly because Kim swears that no matter how someone else describes their love for a partner, his love will always be deeper, better, and overall more profound. Maybe he’s a bit too competitive, but who can blame him when he’s staring into the richest brown eyes he’s ever seen. They belong to the most amazing man he’s ever met, and for a moment anger flashes. All the mistreatment, the beatings, the abuse, the relationships that came and went that were one sided with no appreciation returned for Kenta who suffered the most.
Kim let it sink in for a moment, that he was loving a man no other cared to, and that had to be the most volatile realization to come to.
“Kim, are you okay,” Kenta interrupted his thoughts with a concerned tone. Kim relaxed not realizing Kenta was likely seeing his face morph into something resembling anger, and oh, he was dumb. Instead of answering, he rested his weight onto his arm in order to lift his other hand to hold onto Kenta’s hand which was now massaging his head as if it was trying to soothe his thoughts, typical. He moved Kenta’s hand away to rest it around his neck, before sliding his hand down Kenta’s arm and copping a feel of his muscles, because he can’t resist.
Kim takes the opportunity to part Kenta’s legs so he can settle in between his hips with both hands now caging Kenta’s head between them. This makes it easier for Kenta to lift his other arm up to circle both around Kim’s neck only to bring their faces closer. The lingering between their eyes speaks enough. “You know what else I love about you?” Kenta just groaned in response because honestly, he just wants to lay in the presence of each other, but instead Kim has to be dramatic in the way he makes his points. Kenta doesn’t need to hear anything else, even though he knows Kim will always finish a task before moving on. He loves it as much as he hates it. “What is it,” Kenta whispers just enough that Kim can hear him. Kim smiles and ducks his head down to press a gentle kiss on the scar that’s burned into Kenta’s right pec as Kenta’s hands move to hold Kim’s head pressing Kim further into him. A light moan slips out right as Kim adjusts to kiss Kenta’s other peck where the final scar is slashed right above where his heart is.
Kim sighs, “I love your vulnerability and how unconditional your love is. You might try to hide it behind a stoic mask, but I know you, and I know how it feels to be loved by you, and it’s the best feeling I could ever experience. I used to think winning 1st place in a race would be the win of a lifetime, and the best thing I could achieve, but then everything happened before I was meant to leave, and now I have you. Everything else dims in comparison. My life is as perfect as it could ever get, and it’s because I get to love you, and that’s what I love the most about you.” Kim sealed their mouths together in a slow but fluid kiss. Every scar on Kenta’s body was but a moment in his life that led to this very moment, and while they held pain and humiliation for Kenta, they were something Kim could only appreciate because there’s nothing else he’d rather do for the rest of his life than love Kenta.