this is an event that happened in the past, hint at bad memory.

Hitoshi pov

"Wait so you're going to Paris?!" I widen  my eyes, looking at the invitation. "Yeah, it's a business opportunity! I'm invited to show my collection at a show there!" he says happily. "Are you serious? That's great!" I pull in a hug. "It's an event and there's gonna be celebrities there too. Only problem is, I need a plus one."  he whispers. I look at him, this guy has many girls to ask to go with him. Even the online tik tokkers, YouTubers or influencers to ask. It took me a minute to realize he was looking up at me, a soft smile on his lips, "Y-You're asking me?" "If your parents will let you" " You know they won't. I don't wanna ruin your time there, just find someone else." I say. "I can ask my mom or dad to ask them if you want." he says while playing with my shirt. "Why me though?" "What?" "You're bringing a nobody with you dude." "You're not a nobody."

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Paris, France

Hitoshi pov
We just made it to our room, in some lavish hotel. Antonio seems to be more excited then me, he literally designed outfits for both of us. We're staying for a week. The events next week so we have time to sight see and stuff. But right now we're tired. We just got off from the flight, I never been out of the country besides Japan. We did arrive here at night after all. After getting ready for bed, I slid in beside him. I'm actually here. In freaking France, out of the country and away from my abusive parents. It's just so silent, I'm still not used to silence and peace, peaceful silence.

Antonio's pov

I couldn't sleep. As tired as I was I can't sleep, Hitoshi had left for something but came back. Sweats but no shirt on. I had on some shorts but my shirt covered them. I was cold so I had my oversized black one on. He was on his phone, "Yo Antonio, look at this. I randomly scrolled  up on it" he says, getting in bed while I was on my phone. I look at his phone, I raise a brow "What is that?" "How people cuddle, wanna try it?" 

"Hitoshi that is not a cuddling position" I hold in a laugh hearing him curse and laugh at the same time. Anyone could say they heard two girls giggling in the middle of the night. I take my rubber band off from my wrist and tie my hair up, leaving a strand or two behind, "You wanna try it still?" Hitoshi asks me, I look at him with confusion.

 He's not seriously asking me that is he? By his expression, he's being for real. My heart beat sped up. I couldn't hide my blush anymore, I feel his hand hold mine. 

I hope he meant something else, I wanted to say something but the words spilled all over my tongue. I couldn't get them out. I slowly inched my hand towards me and laid back down. He leans over on top of me, hugging me close to him while he rests his head on my shoulder in my neck. 

I shudder feeling his finger tips on my bare skin, "You're burning up are you?" he raises up, looking at me but only to stare at my hot face, I could say I'm scarlet at this point. We've never been this close before until now. He plays with a strand of my hair, while I slowly rested my hand on his shoulder, "I'm fine" I mumble, "I hope you're only hugging me" I whisper. 

"Yeah why?" he casually asks. "Nothing. I was just wondering" I hid my relief.

 "Wondering about what?" 

"Nothing." 

"Oh I think I know. Someone's got their mind in the gutter don't they?" Hitoshi laughs. "I don't know how you didn't notice they were- never mind! It sounded like you were asking for something else from what you shown me!" 

"It's okay to get confused Antonio." 

"That's just being naiive" I comment. "It's different when you're just playing dumb too" he laughs. I tug at his hair, "Ow" he yelps, making me smile a little. He gives me a smirk "How'd you know that's my kind of thing?" "Shut up" I laugh. We calmed down after throwing a few jokes. He gets off of me and I bring him close to me. 

It's weird when Hitoshi is calm, sometimes alarming. Almost like the silence before a storm or in the eye of a hurricane before the wind begins to pick up. He sometimes has a temper, a short fuse and once someone ticks him off, he won't be happy until he gives them a taste of his fist. Barely anyone or anything can hold him back from fighting someone. I've seen his road rage before. It's not pretty.

 But when he's like this, it's like I'm looking at a completely different Hitoshi, the way he talks to me compared to others or some of his other friends. Or when we're alone the way he seems to be more calm and lowers his guard. His sleepy voice interrupts my thoughts, "Don't tell anyone or anything about this."

 "I won't" I whisper. "Promise?" "I promise" "Fine..." he trails off, letting the silence pour in. Besides the crickets chirping. Hitoshi wasn't asleep though, just resting. My hand was resting in on his lower back and the other in his hair on his head. My hand was touching his soft skin, his muscles are slightly tensed. 

My fingers danced to the side of his waist. Then a sudden move of his arm, his hand catches my wrist, his fingers all the way around it. "Sorry" I whisper, "No, it tickles" he let's go quickly. 

He has some quick reflexes, I didn't think he'd grab my wrist that fast. Reminds me of a scorpion striking someone with its stinger. "You're ticklish there?" "You better not. I'm tired." "Fine." I yawn. "Can I tell you a secret? Just between us" "What is it?" I softly ask. Hitoshi raises up to my ear and whispers words into my ear then looks at me blushing slightly. "You can trust me to keep it between us" I say. 

He looks relieved, like he was holding that in for a long time. He rests back in my chest. For some reason I'm tired enough to go to sleep now. It feels different when I'm around Hitoshi. I feel him move a little and his hand gently caresses my cheek. "You have soft skin" he says. I look into his brown eyes, his soft tired smile. He looks so happy being here with me. Wait what is he doing? He pressed his lips against my forehead and kissed my cheek, surprising me, I look at him.

 "Hitoshi-" I cut myself off laughing ask he kept tickling at my side, leaving butterfly kisses on my neck. It kinda led to a tickle battle, "What's gotten into you?" I laugh. He kept smiling while holding onto me, with me not able to escape from a bunch of tickles and friendly kisses. "Are you okay with this?" he smiles, "I don't mind" I whisper. I feel his breath on my skin. I was okay with this but now I feel somewhat different. He nips at my neck, sending chills down my body and a bad memory.

TRIGGER WARNING: read at your own discretion.

  
-flashback-

"Are you okay, Keith? You know you can tell me anything" I tell him while I leaned on the door of his bedroom. He looks at me, I continue, "You've been acting off lately so it made me worry about you a little." I say as he gets closer to me and hugged me suddenly. We just stayed like that I hug him back. It had to be a lot he wanted to say then. I feel the breath from his nose and mouth on my neck making the hairs stand in their own. He holds both of my hands. Holding them down against his closed door, I look into his eyes, waiting for him to talk.

 He looked deep in thought, his lips met with my neck gently biting on my skin. "K-Keith?!" I slightly stammer. Did he even hear me? He didn't hear me at all. His hand trails away from mine and he picks me up, startling me and presses me down into the bed. This isn't the time to be stupid Antonio! He gets on top of me with no warning and started kissing on my neck roughly, while pressing me down into the bed more. "Keith stop!" I raise my voice a little feeling the more painful  bites of his. 

"Shut up." he whispers, while our hands were fighting over my belt. I sat up and he presses me back down, tightening both of his hands around my neck while he got in between my legs. Everything was going through my head at once. He wasn't choking me enough to lose consciousness but enough to hurt me. He uses one hand to keep a hold on my neck and the other slowly unzipping my jeans. I couldn't say anything. He lies down on top of me, slowly letting my neck go, his chest pressing against mine. My breathing became slightly shaken but I kept a front on. I whisper in his ear, "What are you doing?" "Don't be dumb Antonio. Are you nervous?" he chuckles in my ear. I whisper back, "I-I can help you if you want me to." my hand gently massages on his back. It's calming him down I see. I look into his eyes and he relaxes.

 Keith thinks for a moment and let me get on top of him. "Just relax for me, alright?" I smile. His hands rests on my hips. Gotta think fast, he's forcing me to do this! Why? I thought we were best friends, Keith. I whispered soft Italian words into his ear. My hands slowly creep up to his shoulders putting on a facade of massaging him while feeling his slight grip on my hips. "Stay still for me." I say softly. My hand goes up to the crook of his neck and pinch it suddenly. 

He wasn't able to say anything just only falling unconscious for a little. I don't think it was enough but just stay out for a few minutes dude. It's a certain nerve I pinched to make him fall unconscious, my uncle taught me that. (yall i thought this was a real martial arts trick and i found out it's not real. but this is fiction so just pretend its real 😭) I hurriedly put on my shoes, slipping on my shirt and zipped my pants back up, while getting out of his room. My heart beat fast, I can't believe he just did that to me. I hear him wake up. Already?! I look around in a panic and run out of the room. He calls my name realizing I'm getting away from him, I hear his footsteps getting close to me as I get closer to the stairs.

 Quickly go down them as his angry voice chases right behind me. My foot makes a misstep and I fall half way down the stairs. I groan in pain once I stopped falling at the bottom on the slick hardwood floor. I hurt my arm and my ankle. I struggle to get up but Keith helps with that by picking me up by the back of my shirt. "Why did you try to run away from me Antonio? You think you could outsmart your best friend of all people?" he laughs dropping me back down. I'm in so much pain. I can move, I think I hurt my side too. I lie there on the cold floor that soothed my side a little, facing who I thought was my best friend, crawling on top of me. "Good thing my parents aren't here. I would've messed that pretty face of yours up, but I know that this face," he tilts my head up a little with his fingers under my chin and thumb under my bottom lip.

 I jerk away from him, "...this face has a photo shoot tomorrow haha. You know the reason you're famous isn't because of your looks Antonio. I mean if you was born to a different family you'd probably be a nobody. You have two parents that are already filthy rich. Yeah you went viral. But the moment everyone found out who your parents were, things really got different for you huh?" he sits on top of me. Get off of me, please. "I don't think you're experienced in this are you? You're not going to say anything?" he raises a brow, with a sneaky smile. I can't say anything, my own voice was going against me. 

"I was going to go easy on you but you made things real rough for us both Antonio. Your back is going to hurt a lot worse after this". I sit up on my elbows and he shoves my face back down, covering my mouth with his large hand and began taking my shirt off. I kept shaking my head no, with me trying to kick or hit him away despite being injured already. "What's wrong? You can't talk all of a sudden?" he lets go. I struggle out from under him but to no avail. I only got to move an inch, literally. He sat right on my lap. Are you drunk?  Why are you acting like this? I wanted to ask. 

I feel  his hands on my neck again "I would've made you go unconscious but I want you to know how I feel right now but tenfold. I want you to be in pain and feel it days after." I couldn't do anything like this, not in a vulnerable position like this. I'm gonna lose consciousness at this rate. The small gap of my finger tips between his hands and my skin is the reason I can still breathe a little. If I remove one hand I'll have to be quick. I slowly did just that and formed a fist and drove it right between his legs as hard as I could. The screams and yelps and cursing almost sounded like music to my ears. He rolled to the side calling me everything. I slowly sat up catching my breath and got up, while he groaned, curled up on the floor. I open the front door and left. I pull my hoodie over my head and walk away quickly.

I call my moms assistant to pick me up. I hid the bruises and my other injuries. I no longer even wanted to see his face. I felt nothing, I didn't cry. I didn't feel sad or shocked anymore. I feel empty, helpless. What is wrong with me?

 
Flashback end.

Hitoshi noticed the look in my eyes. I just hugged him to keep myself from crying, to hold the tears in. It happened two years ago but I'm still bothered by it. Hitoshi sits up and helps sit me up. I bring my legs up to my chest a little and rest my head on his chest. I feel the same feeling all over again, helpless, weak and unable to speak. I wanted to talk so bad but it's like something's keeping me from doing so. I feel his arms around me, making me feel safe. I didn't want to tell him about what happened. 

He still doesn't like Keith, he already got in a fight with him before. I don't want want to bring up something from a long time ago. "I didn't know I triggered anything, I'm sorry" "It's not your fault." I whisper. I yawn feeling his fingers in my hair. I close my eyes, feeling more tired by the second.
My finger touches the tip of his nose. I study his features more. His light freckles, or his eyelashes. My finger touches his bottom lip, dragging down to his chin. Why must I be curious about everything? "I think we should sleep we have a party to go to tomorrow" I say. Though we're here for an event two weeks from now, Hitoshi and I was invited to a small house party by a French friend of mine.

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They went to Paris one time before. This was during the summer.

I'll try to lighten this up with a fun fact or two

🍄Antonio's full name is: Antonio D'Angelo-Marino (Italians don't have a middle name), but he goes by Antonio Marino, leaving his first last name out. (wonder why? THAT'S UNTIL NEXT TIME ON-)

🍄Hitoshi's full name is Hitoshi Yamamoto as Japanese do not have middle names. He also writes down his name as 'Yamamoto Hitoshi' in cursive.