Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 237. Never (by All the luck in the world)

Henry’s POV

While hugging Kenny, I placed my head against his neck, breathing in his scent combined with the shower gel and shampoo that I had used as well.

My fingertips still trembled slightly, and my feelings were all over the place as I couldn’t fathom the exhilaration I experienced at Kenny’s words. He wasn’t just speaking up for ; he declared his ownership, this ti clearer than it could ever be.

Ahhh, I am so happy I could die.

"Are you gay?" The flustered yet also indignant voice of that red-haired woman, way too loud and way too shrill, threw back into the abyss.

I could feel the stares of the people in the packed dining room, and I noticed Kenny’s muscles tightening.

No. That dumb bitch, not knowing what could be said and what could not, had no idea what she had done to at this very mont, especially when Kenny’s hand landed on my chest and he forced to let go of him. I watched his face turn pissed beyond words, still not matching my own fury.

"No." He growled angrily.

What should I do if he withdrew from now?

What if he didn’t let hug him anymore?

I turned my head, watching the people staring at us, and laughed darkly. Taking my full bowl of hot soup, I flicked it in the red-haired woman’s direction without letting go of the bowl.

"Never heard of ’best friends’? Wash your dirty mind."

Chelsea jolted before laughing, while Harry and Anti-Guy sprang away from the table. Red-Hair breathed rapidly, still shocked, with her hands raised, looking at her white shirt that soon beca see-through, her skin reddening as well.

"WHY??" She covered herself the next mont before standing up and hurriedly leaving, while Kenny broke into a smile and started eating.

However, it soon faded when he heard a few guys in our vicinity laughing. It was the skinny guy and his friends, and I heard words like "gay" and "bite marks," sending into anxiousness to no end, my hand wrapping itself in shadow, only going away when I suppressed it with all my might.

What if Kenny heard them?

I turned to them, a strange smile forming on my face.

"Do you guys also want so soup?"

That shut them up for now, and I peeked at Kenny; he was eating, not looking at .

Damn it, DAMN IT, DAMN IT!

I didn’t dare to touch him again, while the rest of the day passed by in a blur, accompanied by observing him closely and sending threatening looks to that skinny guy and his friends.

Kenny not once initiated contact with , and I didn’t either. With every second passing, I wished more to have thrown the bowl along with that soup, to at least disfigure that ugly face.

Red-Hair didn’t dare to et my gaze anymore.

Ha, where was this ek behavior while eating lunch?

If I couldn’t really harm her because Kenny would probably get angry, besides clearly holding a deep grudge against her, I should at least get her a new haircut.

Why did this happen? Was it sothing I overlooked? Should I have taken that girl aside and told her to go the other way when she saw the mont her strange and, most of all, sudden fixation started?

If I was called gay in the past, even if it was a joke, I would have laughed it off because it was simply not true.

Now, I don’t care who calls that, though the fact that it’s not true still remains; only Kenny can’t hear it.

He can’t be triggered into distancing himself again after we made so much progress, finally leaving the suspicions behind, and even kissed—though that altogether doesn’t make the least bit of sense.

But still, how co while I am thirsty for more, I now have to face the possibility of getting even less?

I shook my leg inside the group therapy, our last session for the day. I was agitated and nervous about everything, and it didn’t help that there was again that strange psychologist who provided ssed-up assistance to her patients.

Again, she tried to brainwash everyone, portraying the center as sothing subli amid the people talking.

I thought back on what Kenny said, that I would also be able to teleport. I really wish I would already be able to do so.

What if he teleported away from ? I have to be able to follow him.

What if he was leaving tonight after I fell asleep?

I’ll have to stay awake and watch him—well, it wouldn’t be the first night for to do that.

Since coming to this center, Kenny has started to sleepwalk.

At first, I thought he was awake, but he didn’t say a word, suddenly making himself small, rolling into a ball on the floor, which nearly gave a heart attack.

I ran to him, hugging him, but he pushed away.

Then he stood up, threw himself to the side, froze, walked two steps, froze, threw himself to the right, fell on the floor again, then made himself small once more, and so on.

He repeated these actions, and because I knew not to wake sleepwalking people, I just watched him, once cushioning his body with mine when he nearly threw himself against the wall.

After multiple repetitions, he would call my na once, and when I appeared in front of him, he would hug with his face wet from crying in absolute silence before he continued to sleep.

Damn, it was really a tumultuous first night, and the second one was just the sa.

It was heartbreaking for him to call my na, standing there like a lost child in the middle of the room, looking as if he wouldn’t move even a step away from the spot he was in if I didn’t co to his side.

I could never bring myself to test it, always near when he was sleepwalking, but I am sure that he would wait for there until morning if I didn’t appear.

Damn, that broke my heart; yet, it also gave the security that he needed and wanted .

Though I was initially more concerned and flustered by this dependency, of which I could only dream of in the past, what about now?

Would that be taken away from ?

I can’t go back to being a normal friend again—never.

After the lesson was finally over, again filled with grueso stories that didn’t change from the ones we heard yesterday and a little journey into our imagination, killing our weaker selves—in which neither Kenny nor I took part—our eyes remained open; the day was done.

Already knowing that Kenny would surely skip dinner again, we took the elevator upstairs in silence, and I really couldn’t take it anymore.

"Praise ," I said, biting my lip when it ca out more as a command.

Red eyes found , their color so beautiful that my heart clenched, and I felt dizzy for a mont.

"I threw soup at that ugly one." I took a step closer to him and bowed my head.

"Praise ...please..." I whispered.

Don’t leave ; I don’t give a fuck about what anybody says except for you. So why can’t you do the sa?

When I did not feel him coming closer imdiately, I started to tremble, asking myself if it would be better to get rid of all the people acting out today.

If I brought their heads to my master’s feet, would I then get a pat and a warm hug?

If you ever tell to go away, just know that I neither physically nor psychologically can; I just cannot do so.

"Look at ."

I raised my head, noticing that a bit of shadowy energy was oozing from my body, which instantly disappeared back inside when I saw that Kenny had raised his arms.

Instantly hugging him tightly, I finally felt better again.

"You did a good job. Her face was priceless." He said with a smile as his hand combed through my hair.

I snuggled into the mold of his neck, breathing in the tantalizing scent that instantly cald down again.

"Did I do well?" I asked again like a broken record, so thirsty for his approval.

"You did well."

"Are you angry with ?"

"No, I am not."

"Can I touch you again?"

"Yeah."

"Will you touch again?"

"Yes."

"Are we best friends?"

"Mhm, we are the bestest friends."

The elevator door opened, but neither of us moved.

"Will you leave ?" I whispered in his ear.

"Never."