incorrect enzan エンザン ☂️👹

#enzn Just once. Only once. It won't matter, right? What Enjin doesn't know won't hurt him. What Enjin doesn't know won't make things different. And so, Zanka braces himself. Enjin smells like alcohol, and cigarettes, and his always-slightly-too-strong spicy cologne. Zanka stares and this time, he allows himself the opportunity to memorize the closeness. The length of Enjin's eyelashes, the curve of Enjin's nose, the sharpness of Enjin's jaw, the slightly parted lips. Just once. Only once. It won't matter, right? What Enjin doesn't know won't hurt him. What Enjin doesn't know won't make things different. And so, Zanka braces himself. He leans down and captures Enjin's lips. It ends just as fast as it starts. Enjin tastes like everything Zanka has ever dreamed of. The good and the bad. Enjin doesn't even stir. Zanka waits for the relief of not being caught to ease the guilt, but shame that currently floods him is way too strong. "What have you done," Zanka ends scolding him. "Why are you doing this?" Just once. Only once. It won't matter, it should have mattered. What Enjin doesn't know won't hurt him. What Enjin doesn't know won't make things different. And while it's true, Zanka will always know. Zanka will always know how and why he ends up doing this. Zanka will always know the burden of this memory. A lifetime mistake made for the sake of passing desire. "How could you look at Enjin after this?" Zanka scrambles back in horror. The question echoes, poisoning him with regrets. "Why did I do that," he touches his lips, catching the faint remnant of alcohol and cigarettes on them. Enjin's. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he mutters. The curse tastes strange on his tongue because Zanka very rarely does so. The rudeness doesn't suit him. Except, right now, that's all that he is. Who would have been in their right mind to kiss someone when they are out like a light from drinking? A coward. Just once. Only once. It won't matter, right? What Enjin doesn't know won't hurt him. What Enjin doesn't know won't make things different. And so, Zanka braces himself. He eyes the door and prepares to flee; burying his little crime, carrying the secret for the rest of his life, being the pretending prodigy he always is. Won't be hard. Barely difficult. Except— "Is that how you kiss people, Zanzan? When they're asleep so you can pretend nothing happens?"

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