Glass Hearts [BL]-Chapter 253: It’s Just a Stain [June’s POV]

Ouuu...

My head.

I woke up gasping, as my head throbbed, and blinked up at the ceiling.

"Where... am I?"

I rubbed my forehead, trying to piece things together.

White sheets, soft lamp glowing in the corner.

That soft cologne smell...

I was still in Ren’s house. In his bed.

"Oh my God," I shook my head. "Oh my God. He didn’t wake me up."

I sat up too fast and instantly regretted it.

My eyes went wide.

Wait....

"I’m on my period."

I threw the blanket back and checked.

There was a faint red stain. On his white sheets.

"Why does this always happen?" I whispered up at the ceiling.

As if the universe wanted to finish me off, the door creaked open.

I panicked and yanked the blanket up to my chin.

Ren peeked in with this soft, gentle smile that made my chest feel weird.

"I made food," he said quietly, stepping inside. "Chicken ginger noodle soup. Thought you’d be hungry."

"I don’t want," I blurted out, way too fast.

His brows lifted. "You haven’t even tasted it."

"I don’t care."

"I spent two hours cooking," he sighed. "I made the chicken really tender for you. Are you still mad at me?"

Ugh.

Why was he making this difficult? Why was he cute about it?

He sat on the edge of the bed and his eyes softened further.

"June... what’s wrong? Did something happen? Don’t starve because you’re mad at me."

I leaned in, lowering my voice.

"It’s not that actually. I... um... might’ve accidentally... stained your bed."

His eyes flicked to the sheet.

Then...he chuckled.

"Oh. Is that all?"

All?

"Ren," I hissed. "I stained your white sheets."

He shrugged, smiling softly.

"It’s just a stain, June. Sheets can be washed. Come on... eat."

The kindness in his tone made me smile back.

I grabbed the spoon and took a sip of the soup.

And holy...

Holy.

I nearly moaned.

It was ridiculously good. Warm, gingery, savory, and soft in a way that felt like a hug.

I tried not to show it on my face.

Ren raised an eyebrow. "So?"

"It’s... okay," I lied. It was perfect.

The best chicken ginger noodle soup i ever had. I must not admit this to Ash.

I tried to keep a straight face. And I failed horribly.

"Don’t think this means you’re forgiven," I muttered.

"I wouldn’t dare assume." He chuckled.

I took another spoonful.

Halfway through the bowl, he cleared his throat.

"By the way... Ash called me."

My spoon froze halfway to my mouth.

"You?"

"He sounded worried," Ren said calmly. "I told him you were asleep."

"Oh my God," I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Ren, you can’t....Ash worries too much."

Ren lifted a hand. "I didn’t know what to say, I had to assure him you were safe."

"Oh my God..."

I dragged a hand through my hair.

"And Ian?" I whispered, though my chest tightened just saying his name. "Did he call you too?"

Ren shook his head. "No. Nothing from him."

Somehow... that was worse.

I grabbed my phone on instinct.

The screen lit up. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

11:45PM.

My stomach dropped.

Twenty missed calls from an unknown number.

Ten from Dad.

Ten from Ash.

"Oh my god..." I whispered.

"June, relax," Ren said gently. "They’re worried. But you can call them. And Ian..."

"I don’t care what Ian thinks," I snapped before he finished.

A silence fell.

"You should still talk to him," Ren muttered. "He probably regrets what happened. He said that stuff over a month ago. People change. I think he really likes you now."

"Ren," I whispered. "Please. Don’t."

He looked confused.

"Ren, please. I’m done with Ian," I folded ny arms. "I can’t... I can’t do that to myself again."

He nodded.

"Please. Can I use your restroom? I... need to change."

"Uh....yeah, of course."

He pointed toward the door, still looking stunned.

I rushed inside before he could say Ian’s name again.

I didn’t want to hear it.

Not ever again.

The restroom was so clean it sparkled.

Totally opposite of Ian’s messy, chaotic bathroom.

Why did I ever fall for him?

I showered quickly, trying not to overthink again. I searched everywhere for a towel, and couldn’t find anyone.

I was naked and freezing.

And towel-less in Ren’s house.

Perfect.

"Uh... Ren?" I called softly, hugging myself.

"Yeah?"

His voice was right outside the door.

"Can I... get a towel? Please?"

I heard him curse softly from the other side.

"Oh! Shit. I’m.. I’m sorry! I air-dried them this morning. I’ll go get one!"

I heard him practically sprint down the hallway.

The door closed.

Oh my God, why was my heart racing? Why were my cheeks burning?

The door clicked shut.

And I stood there, grateful that it was Ren I’d ended up with tonight.

Maybe things didn’t work out with Ian because they were never meant to. Maybe this...this quiet, careful gentleness, this comfort was what I was supposed to have instead.

I stood there in Ren’s bathroom, shivering, hugging myself like that could somehow make me less naked and less embarrassed.

My hair dripped down my back.

And then....

"June?" he called softly. "I... I brought a towel."

His voice was gentle.

"O-okay," I squeaked.

"I’ll... just open the door a little and hand it in, okay?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

The door cracked open just an inch, just enough for a folded, warm fluffy towel to slide through. Not enough for him to see a thing.

"Here," he murmured.

I reached out slowly... brushing his fingertips.

And then he withdrew quickly, like he was scared to make me uncomfortable.

"I put a clean shirt too," he murmured through the door. "It’ll be comfortable."

"Thank you," I whispered.

"No problem," he said quietly. "Take your time."

When his footsteps faded, I stared at the towel and shirt like it was some kind of treasure.

Why was he so... gentle?

I dried off quickly and pulled on his shirt. It reached mid-thigh, smelling just like him.