Guide To Surviving Prison Is Getting Screwed By General Lily! [BL]

Chapter 58: Hair Washing, Seo’s Confession, And A Very Crowded Room!

Ruaan worked his fingers through Harolin’s hair one more time and rinsed the last of the shampoo out. He ran his hand from the top of Harolin’s head down to the ends and felt how different it was. Cleaner. Softer.

He leaned down close to Harolin’s ear.

"Your hair is better than before, Lily," he said quietly.

Harolin reached up and touched his own hair. Then he turned his head and looked back at Ruaan and said something low that got swallowed by the sound of the shower.

From the bench where Seo was sitting, all he could see was Ruaan leaning toward Harolin and Harolin turning to respond and the two of them existing in that small private space like the rest of the room wasn’t there.

Seo watched Ruaan’s wet hand resting on Harolin’s shoulder.

He had tried to get close to Harolin. Had tried different angles and different approaches and had always found the same wall. Cold, controlled, utterly indifferent. Like Seo wasn’t even worth the energy of a reaction.

And then Ruaan leaned down and whispered one thing and Harolin reached up to touch his own hair and looked back like it was the most natural response in the world.

Seo sat with that.

Then Ruaan straightened up and looked at the shampoo container and held it out toward Harolin.

"I wish I could wash mine," Ruaan said, tilting his head to the side.

Harolin looked at the container. Then at Ruaan. "Come here then."

"Actually I’m fine," Ruaan said. "I’m going to order my own from outside. My father’s card will cover it."

Harolin raised an eyebrow. "So mine isn’t good enough."

Ruaan took the container and showed him the back label. "There’s a chemical in here that reacts with my skin. It’s not about quality. It’s just not for me."

Harolin looked at the label. Then back at Ruaan. "What’s your brand? I’ll order it."

"I’ll send you the name." Ruaan put the container down and touched Harolin’s shoulder again. "Thank you, Lily."

Harolin looked over at Seo immediately.

"Don’t call me that in public," Harolin said quietly.

Ruaan pressed his lips together and nodded.

Harolin stood up.

Ruaan’s gaze followed him from the stool upward, which was a journey because Harolin was tall and the motion of standing up after sitting required a certain amount of movement. Harolin kept his hand pressed on the towel the entire way up and walked toward the edge of the shower space with the controlled movements of a man managing a situation.

Seo also stood.

He walked closer and pointed at his own hair.

"Can I wash too?" he asked.

"Sure," Ruaan said. He held the shampoo out.

Seo waved both hands. "No, no. I want you to wash it for me. The way you did for Harolin."

Ruaan opened his mouth.

Harolin’s hand appeared and took the shampoo and placed it directly into Seo’s palm.

"If you can’t wash your own hair," Harolin said, "you can leave."

He took Ruaan’s hand and walked him to the next shower stall, pulled the curtain across, and said through it, "Wash up. Call me when you’re done."

He let the curtain fall.

From inside, a sound. The specific sound of someone trying very hard not to laugh and failing at the edges.

The curtain opened again.

Harolin looked in.

Ruaan had both hands over his mouth. His cheeks were doing something.

"Were you laughing?" Harolin said.

"What? No," Ruaan said. The cheeks continued.

Harolin reached past him and placed a soap dish on the shelf. "Hurry up." He pulled the curtain closed again and left.

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Harolin walked back.

Seo was standing with the shampoo in both hands, looking at it.

He held it back out toward Harolin. "If Ruaan isn’t going to help me, there’s no point."

Harolin took the shampoo and set it on the shelf.

He turned to leave.

Seo stepped in front of him.

Harolin looked at him.

"You could help me," Seo said. Pleasantly. Like this was a reasonable thing to be saying.

Harolin adjusted his grip on the towel. He looked at Seo with the flat, patient expression he used when he had something to say and was deciding how to say it.

"Are you planning to do something to Ruaan?" Harolin said. It came out even. Not like a threat exactly, but it was more like a statement waiting to be resolved. "Whatever you want from him. Whatever reason you have for being in his room. I want you to say it clearly."

From behind the curtain, Ruaan’s shower started running. The sound filled the space.

Seo laughed a short laugh as he stepped forward and put his hand on Harolin’s chest.

As if his hands were acidic, Harolin grabbed his wrist and pushed it away before it had time to slide.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Harolin said. "I never gave you permission to lay your filthy hands on me." ƒrēewebnovel.com

"You have everything wrong, Harolin," Seo said. "Let me explain..."

"Don’t use my name without permission."

"Shh." Seo raised one finger and pressed it to Harolin’s lips.

Harolin went completely still.

Not from compliance. From the specific stillness of a person deciding whether to remove the finger or wait to hear what came next.

He waited.

"I’m not going after Ruaan to hurt him. I promise," Seo said. He kept his voice low under the shower noise. "He’s the closest person I have in this place. I won’t touch that." He held Harolin’s gaze through the cracked lens of his glasses. "Being close to Ruaan was the only way I could think of to get anywhere near you."

He lowered the finger, slowly dragging it down Harolin’s lips as he stepped back.

Harolin looked at him.

"I see, you’re after me since the beginning. You’ve failed then," Harolin said.

He walked away.

Seo stood in the middle of the shower block and looked at his own hand. The one that had briefly touched Harolin’s chest before being removed. He turned it over once.

He pressed it to his lips as a man escaped his lips.

"I’ve gotten one step closer," he said quietly, to himself. His eyes almost rolled to the back and nobody was there to see.

He went to shower in a separate stall.

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Harolin and Ruaan reached the room first.

Ruaan was in his uniform. He dropped onto the bed with the settled weight of someone who was done with the day and had decided the day was done with them. His eyes were already closing before he finished moving.

Harolin lay down behind him.

He was not in his uniform. He had not put it back on after the shower, just the trousers, and he wrapped one arm around Ruaan from behind and looked at the ceiling.

Ruaan made a small unconscious sound and turned his face into Harolin’s chest.

Harolin looked at the top of his head as he dragged his gaze to his small lips and lashes.

He looked away and stayed very still. He wanted to control himself and not lay a hand on Ruaan since he was tired. freёwebnoѵel.com

The door opened.

Seo came in holding his towel around his waist with one hand. He closed the door behind him quietly and looked at the bed.

Ruaan’s face was buried in Harolin’s chest. Harolin’s arm around him. The two of them occupied the space like the room had been designed with this arrangement in mind.

Harolin watched Seo over Ruaan’s head.

Seo looked back.

Neither of them said anything.

Seo shoved his LEGO box in the corner, with his leg. He found his spare shirt in his bag and his other uniform was on the small chair by the wall, still damp. He picked up his small bottle of body oil from the bag and started applying it, unhurried, standing in the middle of the room.

He was methodical about it.

He worked down his arms, across his chest, down to his stomach. His hand moved to his dick unbothered by the eyes on him. He left like someone doing a routine in their own space. He didn’t break contact with Harolin for one second.

Harolin held Ruaan slightly tighter and Ruaan groaned softly in his sleep.

Harolin looked back at him before he closed his eyes.

He heard Seo moving around after a moment. The sound of fabric. The floor creaking slightly. Then quiet.

He did not open his eyes again.

From the floor, wrapped in his sheet with just the spare shirt on, Seo lay on his back and looked at the ceiling.

He could hear Ruaan’s slow, even breathing from the bed.

He thought about the finger on Harolin’s lips and the stillness that had followed.

He thought about the way Ruaan had rinsed Harolin’s hair and how Harolin had reached up to touch it after.

He thought about the four-person arrangement he had explained to Oren in the gym and how far away that still was and how much patience it was going to require.

He was a patient person. A very patient one.

He closed his eyes.

"I haven’t given up, Harolin," he said, very quietly, to the ceiling.

The room was silent.