The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 111: Just Me and Him

Kai’s P.O.V

How foolish had I been? The whole time, I was thinking that the only lives that would be affected by the revelation would be mine and Night’s.

I didn't stop to think about the consequences it would have on their family. I had been so… selfish.

I didn't even consider that Night might end up feeling horrible because of the things that I had brought to light.

What if things turned out badly? What if Night ended up hating me? I couldn't help the wave of relief that washed over me as I watched their family embrace each other. Thank God it didn't turn out that way.

I may have acted rashly and opened wounds that I shouldn't have opened, but at least, in the end, it all worked out to be in their favor.

I guess it was mostly thanks to Jonathan finally having his senses return. If he had been too stubborn to see his faults, we probably would be having a very different scenario now.

Still, I felt horrible for my own actions. I felt like a child who could not control his emotions, who did not know any better than his actions could affect the people around him in such a way.

“Sir, I am so sorry for what I did,” I told him finally. “I realize now that I had no right to meddle with your family affairs the way I did.”

Jonathan looked at my hand on Night’s shoulder and smiled. “Well, boy, I too am sorry for being against yours and Night’s love for each other,” he said. “I was once like you, blissfully in love despite the world being against us. I should have been kinder and acted more like a father.”

He sighed. “I guess I want to thank you as well. Looking back at what happened now, I guess it does seem like it was not the best way to go about it. But if you hadn’t done it yourself, I would have never brought back Matthias’ name to light. None of this would have been out in the open. So, I guess, in the end it’s all for the better.”

I felt immense relief wash over me as I heard him repeat my sentiments. Turns out, Jonathan Winters wasn’t the evil villain I thought he was. Or how he tried to project himself to be.

“I promise, this time, I won’t let the shadows of my past affect my judgment anymore,” Jonathan said. “I promise to be a better father, a better husband, and fix my mistakes. I know that probably won’t erase all the hurt that I caused, but I hope that this will be a step forward for all of us to move on.”

I shared a look with Night, and for the first time in eternity, I felt a flower of hope bloom in my chest, without a hint of anxiety or fear of the future.

“But what will happen to the engagement now?” I asked, curious. Now that it was clear that we were all on the same side of the battle, I could sympathize with their situation and how it could affect the trajectory of their careers.

“Oh, right,” Night piped up, worry evident in his voice. “Would this affect business with the Clearwater’s?”

Guilt started to creep up once again, replacing the fruit-bearing flowers of hope in my chest with rotten petals. I felt worse, knowing that it was my fault the way things turned out with the confrontation.

But Jonathan shook his head. “Stop worrying about such things,” he said sternly. “From now on that problem does not concern you, alright? I will deal with the fallout and make sure it won’t affect our business with their family.”

I was so grateful to him that in that moment, I genuinely could not believe that I had not felt any sort of gratitude to this man before, only anger and resentment. Those moments seemed so far away now, like I had been moving at light speed for a while now, only to slow down suddenly and realize just how much distance I had covered.

“Thank you, sir,” I told him.

But he lifted a finger. “Not so fast,” he said. “I’ll help you in any way you wish me to compensate for what had happened, but you have to promise me… promise me, okay? That you would never hurt my son.”

I could not stop the appalled look on my face when he said that. “Why would you even think that… I would never… Never!”

Night smiled, shaking his head as he leaned against my side, and I wrapped my arms a little tighter around him.

I took on a more serious tone as I said, “I promise you, sir. I would never hurt Night if I can help it. I will do everything I can to keep him happy. I know that you don't want to hear empty words, so I won’t make false promises like not hurting him or making him cry at all for the rest of our lives. But just know that in everything I do, I will always think of Night and include him in my decisions. I would never do anything to intentionally hurt him. I promise to communicate and understand him just as he understands me, so that we can move forward together. In all that I am and all that I will be, he will remain at the center and core.”

At last, with the way things were going right now, I could finally say with full confidence that we were truly at peace. And after the longest struggle that I could have sworn lasted for as long as I could remember, I could finally, finally feel Jonathan’s genuine acceptance rather than just lightly-disguised tolerance.

His smile lands like a balm over a long-open wound, soothing the ache that’s lived inside me since this fight began. I feel the tight coil in my chest unravel, bit by bit, until there’s only space left—space to breathe, to hope, to finally feel at ease.

I reached for Night’s hand, kneeling beside him.

Jonathan's gaze softened, as if seeing us for the first time, truly seeing us. And in that moment, I know—we're no longer fighting a battle we were destined to lose. We’ve reached a place where acceptance, tentative and fragile as it may be, has finally taken root.

And when Night’s parents left the two of us alone to have our own reconciliation, I did not hesitate to capture Night in a tight embrace, never mind the fact that we crashed onto the floor.

Nothing mattered in that moment but the two of us, because we could finally put everything behind us and be together without reservations, without objections.

Just me and him.