It started with glances, quick, unspoken, too brief to be anything, too often to mean nothing. A tendron flicked across the courtyard. An arm brushed in the dark. They never talked about any of it, but it was there. Then came the fall. No warning followed by a kiss. Eugene didn't pull away, and Hunt didn't forget. This is the moment after where silence gets louder and questions begin to take shape.
This is beneath the Tangerine trees, chapter 4. I tried to ask, I did, just not out loud. The light had changed. It was warmer now, low and angled, cutting across the trees in thin lines. The kind of light that softened things, made even the quiet look like it was glowing. Hunt stayed still. One hand was pressed into the grass beneath him, the other hover just above Eugene's chest, not quite touching now, but close enough to feel the heat of it.
He hadn't meant to land that way, hadn't planned any of it, but his mouth, it had found Eugene's, and Eugene hadn't stopped him. They weren't speaking, not yet, just breathing. In the same space, Hun sat back slowly, one movement at a time. His knee caught on a root, and he used it as an excuse to look down, to focus on something other than the space between them. Eugene blinked, still not saying anything. His lips were slightly parted. Hun smiled at him, just barely,
and then let the smile faint. Not because he was hiding it, but because it had already done its part. The orchard was still, no wind, just a thick weight of air and the smell of fruit hanging ripe on the trees. For a moment, nothing moved, Then Eugene stood, brushed off his pants. Not rushed, just quiet, composed. Hun stayed sitting a little longer, watching, thinking, then got up to, and before he could change his mind, he reached out and hugged Eugene.
No warning, no question, just both arms wrapped, chin to shoulder. Eugene made a sound, startled, half laugh, half protest. Hunt didn't let go right away. He spoke into Eugene's ear, voice low. Bet you didn't see that coming. Eugene pulled back, hens on Han's chest now, not pushing hard, just creating space. Han grinned. What? He said, eyes bright. I thought it was perfect. Eugene squinted at him, one sharp, questioning look, eyes narrowing like a dare. Han winked.
Then you kiss me next time. Eugene's expression shifted. He tried not to smile, but he failed. They took the same pass back, but nothing about it felt the same. The trees stood taller somehow, their shadows longer, their branches fuller. Even the air was different, warmer, closer, as if the space between leaves and skin had narrowed. They didn't talk. They didn't need to. Each step felt like it belonged to a moment just before thought, and neither wanted to be the one to break it.
Han walked half a pace lower, not falling behind, just matching, adjusting. His eyes flicked to Eugene's hand once, then again. It moved easily at his side, fingers curling and loosening with each step, the kind of swing that invited but didn't ask. Hunt didn't take it. He just let the thought linger. Between one breath and the next. They passed the stretch of trees where the ground dipped slightly, a familiar bend. Earlier they rushed through it, laughing, pretending to race.
Now their steps quieted. Somewhere a bird called once, then stopped. A few leaves trembled above them. The crates were gone. Only flattened grass remained, and the single tendrin peel half curled like a coma. Eugene didn't look at it. He was looking forward, not far, not fixed, just forward and slowed near the road. The sun had dropped below the canopy now, casting the sky in a cool lavender haze.
Not quite twilight, not yet. They reached the open dirt where the trees gave way to the world again. The road ahead was empty, quiet even. The wind had softened. Hunt turned slightly and asked. You want to go to the beach tomorrow? No answers right away then. Eugene replied. Sounds good. And a half smile, quick and crooked before it disappeared. Their arms brushed, A subtle press, not firm, not fleeting, no reaction, no pulling away.
The silence between them wasn't heavy, it was full, like something had landed and neither of them wanted to set it down just yet. The morning air had shifted, warmer, less shy. The kind of morning that hummed was something unspoken, like even the trees knew where the day was heading and had been up for a while. He checked the sun twice, refilled his water bottle. He lingered outside the bathroom door, leaned against the wall, then tapped lightly. You alive in there?
From inside, Eugene's voice, still low and half asleep. Just a few more minutes. Hun sighed, but smiled to himself. He peeled a small tangerine from the kitchen bowl, juice sticking slightly to his fingers. Behind the door, water shutting off, a drawer, sliding, then silence. Finally, Eugene emerged, hair damp, shirt half buttoned. I forgot my swimsuit. He said flatly. Hun blinked seriously. Eugene shrugged. It's probably in my laundry bag,
I'll find it, just wait. He turned towards the beds. Hunt tossed the tendrum peel in the bin. He waited and waited. Shifted his weight, patted his pockets, Counted to 10 twice. Still no Eugene. Finally, Hunt crossed the room, stepped close and gently took Eugene's wrist. Let's go. Eugene looked up once, saw Kath on and deep in a duffel. You can swim in your shorts. He said, grinning. Or don't, we'll match. Eugene stared at him. What? It's not like I haven't seen
yours. Eugene now caught somewhere between tired, surprised and amused. Then he laughed. OK, just my socks, Promise. Just one minute. After quiet moments and hesitant preparation, they left the cabin behind. The path toward Jiang NI Beach stretched before them, a gentle invitation to something new. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of salt and pie. Between them, unspoken words hovered, lightly, carried away by the breeze.
The water was muted blue Gray, gentle waves curling lazily beneath the low sky, heavy with soft clouds. Eugene walked ahead. Han followed a few steps behind, trying to catch the subtle curve of Eugene's neck beneath tousled hair. Han's eyes lingered on Eugene's longer than he meant to. Suddenly, Eugene stopped and jabbed Han's arm lightly. You're looking at me too much, he said, scanning the quiet shore. People's eyes are here, you know. Han blinked, a little caught off guard.
The words were teasing, but beneath them lay something softer, something that made Han feel exposed. Eugene's grin softened. You embarrassed? Han forced a smile. Eugene nudged him gently. They stepped closer to the water's edge, where pebbles glitzed and damply under the muted light. Han inhaled deeply, steadying himself, aimed at the cool hush and distant waves. Eugene glanced over. Their eyes met. Stillness stretched between them. No words needed.
Han shifted beside Eugene, the demps and cool beneath their feet. His heart was steady but loud in his chest. He wanted to say the words, the one that might change everything. He looked at Eugene, eyes searching. The moment hung on the edge of a breath. A bright splash of colour bounced nearby. A beach bowl slipped from a child's grasp and rolled toward them. The child shouted, feet pounding on sand as he chased after it. Hun blinked. Eugene smiled, watching the chase.
The moment shattered like a wave, pulling back. Hun hesitated, swallowed. The moment broke. The question remained unspoken. Near the edge of the shore, they slipped into a small beach side eatery, wooden table worn by salt air and countless meals. They sat close to a window, sunlight filtering through fishing Nets and drying squid hung overhead. A steaming bowl of seaweed soup was set before each of them, rich, salty, flat with tender
stripes of seaweed and tofu. Hun stirred his seaweed soup, stealing glances at Eugene. The words were there, just beneath the surface. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped before he could try again. The shop's old lady approached Eugene. How's the family farm doing these days? She said warmly, hence folded. Eugene smiled politely, shrugging. Keeping busy as always. Hun smiled awkwardly, words still caught. The lady nodded knowingly, then she left them, leaving a gentle
quiet in her wake. Huntride again, voice low. So about earlier, but Eugene shook his head slightly, a quiet signal to hold off after their quiet lunch by the sea, the sun was beginning to dip, casting long shadows over the sand. Nearby, the farms old pickup truck waited. Hunt climbed into the driver's seat, Eugene sliding in beside him. The drive back was calm and steady. The quiet between them wasn't uncomfortable, just familiar and slow, like the afternoon light
fading around them. Hung glanced over, gathering courage. Hey. Before Hung could finish, Eugene reached out, flicked on the radio. This is my favorite. Eugene said softly. The intro of tangerine pop pulsed gently. Han smiled, letting the music speak for him. When they reached the farm, the sun based the tangerine trees in a soft golden glow. Han pushed open the barn door, inhaling the warm, earthy scent inside. Eugene followed closely, ready
to finish the day's work. The sun had slipped behind the hills. The orchard softened into shadows. Hung kicked off his shoes by the door. Eugene followed quietly, settling near the bed. The room held the quiet. They hadn't spoken all day, and in that silence, everything waited. They washed up quietly, cool water on their hands, the faint scrape of towels. Han caught Eugene's reflection in the mirror for a moment. No words, just a shared look. The bedroom was dim.
Only a silver of moonlight spilled through the window, tracing patterns across wooden floor. Han and Eugene sat side by side at the edge of the bed, not touching, not speaking, just breathing. The quiet stretched. Hans's gaze flicked to Eugene's, catching the way his shoulder rose and fell with each breath. He wanted to reach out, to ask the question that lingered like a whisper in the dark, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, Hans shifted closer, just enough for Eugene to
notice. Their knees brushed. Eugene's eyes met Hans. A slow smile traced Eugene's lips. Hans returned it. The night held them softly, a moment suspended between what was said and what was waiting to be. Hunt took a breath, gathering courage. Are we boyfriends He asked, for he's barely above a whisper. Eugene looked at him. Are you steady and warm? Yeah, but you know, in one months, he said. I know, Hun replied. No more words were needed.
Hun leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft, deliberate kiss. When they parted, Hun smiled. He reached over and flicked off the bedside lamp. Now let's get to the fun part. Sometimes the hardest questions stay unspoken. Sometimes the moments that matter most slip quietly past us. But even in that silence, something shifts. Something grows. Han and Eugene are standing on the edge of something new, and it's just the beginning.
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