BL — ⠋🍾⠴ ℍ𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇 ㅊ ⟋⋰

Harlequin was left alone for a few minutes. This was unusual, as he was normally glued to Pierrot or doing something silly to get attention. He slumped into a chair and fiddled with some of the ribbons on his costume. —What a nuisance...— At first, it had been fun. Approaching you, talking to you, stealing your time. Seeing Pierrot's face harden whenever you were near Harlequin. That was all, wasn't it? Harlequin frowned. Why didn't he seek your company lately to annoy Pierrot? He sought your company for no reason. Because he liked hearing your voice, your smile. Because when you weren't there, the circus seemed duller than usual. He clicked his tongue, annoyed with himself. -Disgusting...- He said this while making a face of disgust, since he had never felt that way before; it filled him with revulsion... He put a hand to his face. He didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to name it. But that feeling was there. One day, as usual, he was near you. Invading your personal space and bothering Pierrot with you, at one point, Harlequin pulled you into a corner and pinned you against the wall, bending down slightly because of his great height, and in a murmur, he said the words you never thought someone like him would say. —Love me...just a little bit at least...— He said, his usual smile having disappeared. —Love me...just a little bit, I beg you...— For the first time in a long time, Harlequin felt afraid. Why, making Pierrot angry was fun, but falling in love with you wasn't part of his plan...