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inyournightmares97 · 6 years ago

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My Youth (Chapter 10)

Broken and miserable, Park Jinyoung returns to his hometown to learn that no matter how hard he falls, there are still people who think he’s a hero.

Warnings: Angst, slow build, maybe some language. (Please don’t ask when I’ll update. Wait until the series is finished to read if you’re impatient. I mean this. Don’t. Seriously.) Also this is UNEDITED, I’ll edit after my exam tomorrow.

Word Count: 9.8k (Fuck this one chapter is the size of a whole fic, kill me)

(Can’t put links to the other parts here, please check my Masterlist/the reblog for the Prologue and previous chapters)

When Jinyoung opened his eyes in the morning, there was a large figure looming over his bed.

He jerked up in horror while the person standing above him slowly came into focus. It was Jackson Wang. The gym teacher was wearing a tracksuit and had a despicable grin on his handsome face.

“What the fuck, Jackson. Who let you in here?”

“Your mother,” Jackson replied with a cheerful grin. He tugged on Jinyoung’s blanket impatiently. “I was out for my morning run and your Mom invited me in for a cup of coffee. You look like you could use some exercise. Let’s go for a run.”

Jinyoung groaned and pulled his blanket back up. “No. Go away.”

“Are you mad at me about the other night? I probably should have kept my mouth shut about what happened that Christmas, right?” Jackson rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry. I get a little talkative when I drink. I’ll make it up to you! How about that run?”

Jinyoung sighed and sat up while rubbing his eyes sleepily. There was no way Jackson was going to let him go back to bed now. He blinked up at his childhood friend. “There are reporters hovering around everywhere. They might follow us.”

“That’s why we run, genius,” Jackson replied enthusiastically. “We’ll sneak out the back. Come on. Most of them are asleep in their cars, I already checked. It’s only six am.”

Six am? Fuck.

Fighting Jackson Wang required more energy than simply giving in to him. Jinyoung reluctantly yanked himself out of bed and changed into a pair of track pants. Maybe some exercise wasn’t a bad idea. He trudged downstairs expecting to see Yugyeom fast asleep on the couch again, but the couch was empty and his mother was alone in the living room.

“Where’s Yugyeom?” Jinyoung wondered.

Mrs. Park smiled. “Oh, good morning, dear. Yugyeom seems to have left early this morning. He probably had something to take care of at the police station. Jin-ah left without a word too. I checked the guest room and it’s empty. Even her belongings are gone.”

Jinyoung raised an eyebrow. “Huh. She must have been in a hurry to get back to her father.”

“It seems so. Do you want a cup of coffee?”

“Maybe after my run. Jackson is waiting outside.”

“I’ll have breakfast ready for when you’re back!”

Jinyoung headed out the back door to meet Jackson and the two men jumped the neighbour's hedge and escaped halfway down the street without any reporters spotting them. Once they were safely out of sight and jogging down the adjacent street, Jinyoung felt himself relax. The early morning weather was cool and refreshing. Winter was fast approaching but the worst of the cold hadn’t set in yet. There was a certain crispness to the air.

“Don’t you have work today?” Jinyoung wondered out loud as they passed the elementary school. It was silent and deserted. It felt odd to see the usually bright building in the gloomy light of dawn.

“Yeah, but I don’t have any classes on Monday mornings so I just walk in about mid-morning and nobody really says anything,” Jackson explained cheerfully. He saw how Jinyoung raised an eyebrow at him and pouted. “What? It’s not like my classes require extensive planning. We pick a sport every month, toss a ball at the kids and make sure that they don’t claw each other’s eyes out. It’s not rocket science.”

Jinyoung frowned. “Yeah, but what if the kids get hurt?”

“Kids get hurt all the time, Jinyoung,” Jackson replied dismissively. “What seven-year old doesn’t have scabs all over his knees and elbows? We did plenty of dangerous stuff when we were that age too. Getting hurt and healing means you’re learning. As long as you haven’t damaged anything permanently, it’s fine.”

Jinyoung blinked. “Huh.”

“What?”

“Can’t remember the last time I hurt myself,” Jinyoung admitted quietly. “When I was a kid, I had so many cuts and bruises all over me that I wasn’t even sure how I’d gotten all of them. My mom kept special Pokemon bandaids in the kitchen drawer to placate me. How did we keep managing to hurt ourselves so much? ”

“To be fair, most of your bruises were probably caused by me,” Jackson said with a grin.

“They probably were, you shit. You kept trying to fight me.”

“Okay, but let’s be honest. Do you remember after you climbed the oak tree and your hands were scratched up? Miss First Grade literally fed you lunch for two weeks after that. I was there. I saw it happen.”

Jinyoung couldn’t help it; he grinned and turned to his friend.

“Why do you even remember that?”

Jackson cleared his throat. “I may have been jealous.”

“Seriously?”

“It’s a small town, man, we didn’t have that many girls around! You crush on whoever’s in front of you. Aeri didn’t move here until middle school, remember?”

Jinyoung frowned. “Huh.”

Jackson laughed and playfully reached out to punch Jinyoung on the shoulder. “Dude! Don’t tell me you’re mad because I had a crush on your girl when I was seven! You had plenty of chances to tell her about your feelings but you could never do it. It’s nobody’s fault but yours.”

Jinyoung felt his heart drop. “I guess that’s true.”

“But you had dreams to chase,” Jackson pointed out with a reassuring smile. “We can’t have everything, right? Life is full of choices, man. We all struggle to let go of whatever we we gave up. Every choice you make has a price.”

Jinyoung looked at Jackson for a long moment. He had never bothered to ask what choices Jackson had made that he might have regretted. He had never bothered to ask anyone, really. Perhaps that was the problem. Perhaps Jinyoung was too wrapped up in himself to understand that everyone had their share of problems.

Everyone has something they’re not satisfied with.

If Jinyoung had realized that before, he could have helped you ten years ago.

“What did you give up?” Jinyoung asked suddenly.

“Huh?”

“What did you give up, Jackson? What choices did you make?”

Jackson’s smile dropped. He stopped running and leaned against the railing of the bridge to catch his breath. When he looked up again, there was a more serious expression on his face.

“Promise you won’t tell Aeri.”

“Of course.”

“I had a friend who asked me to come join the gym he was setting up as a trainer. It’s far away; a city that takes at least five hours to get to by train but it was amazing money. I was going to go and work there for a year to help save up when Aeri suddenly sprung on me that she was pregnant.”

Jinyoung folded his arms across his chest. “Oh.”

“She was so excited about having the kid and raising it together, I just couldn’t tell her I was thinking about leaving for work. I turned it down.”

“Was the job at the gym something you really wanted to do?”

Jackson laughed humorlessly. “It’s not a question of whether I wanted to do it. Raising a kid is expensive. I don’t earn that much at the school. Aeri’s coffee shop hasn’t made proper profit in a while. She can’t let go of it because her father used to run it before he died.”

Jinyoung swallowed. He didn’t know what to say. He had never struggled to earn money but he supposed it was foolish to assume that Jackson had never been in a few tight spots. He suddenly felt small. Next to the pressure of having to make enough money to support a newborn baby, Jinyoung’s own problems suddenly felt selfish.

He simply cleared his throat and nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

Jackson smiled. “What for? I’d rather stay here to raise my baby girl anyway.”

“Is it that great?” Jinyoung wondered.

“Family? It’s awesome. You should try it sometime,” Jackson said as he began to resume jogging down the bridge. He gave Jinyoung a cheeky grin. “I can think of a first grade teacher who might be up to the task.”

Jinyoung flushed. “Oh?”

“Yeah. You could find a million reasons to hold back, Jinyoung, but you only need one solid reason to keep going. Most of the time that reason is the people that love you.”

“Is that enough? What if it doesn’t work?”

Jackson shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m no expert on how to live life. We all just do whatever we think will make us as happy as possible. There’s no point trying to find some secret formula. Noody can ever predict how things will turn out. Come on. I’ll race you to that lamp post!”

As Park Jinyoung struggled to keep up with Jackson’s fast pace and the small streets and modest front lawns passed by him, he had a sinking realization.

The day the world stops making sense to you is the day you stop being a child.

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Jackson Wang’s apartment was a mess, but something about it was filled with life. Jinyoung smiled at the sight of the half-built baby cradle right in the middle of the living room and the sofa piled with all sorts of baby things; feeding bottles, blankets and little baby outfits still in their wrappers. There was nowhere to even sit.

“Sorry about all the mess. You can just shove stuff aside to make space,” Jackson said lightly as he headed into the kitchen. “We’re trying to prepare for the baby so we’re buying stuff and fixing up the nursery whenever we can.”

“A tiny baby needs all these things?” Jinyoung wondered.

“I know, right? It’s insane.” Jackson replied with a sigh. He reached onto the shelves to grab some protein powder and plugged in a blender. “Still, the little baby shoes are fucking adorable. I hold them in my hand and stare at them whenever I feel like giving up. It lifts my mood instantly.”

Jinyoung picked up a pair of baby shoes lying on the armchair and grinned. They still had the tags on them but the soft little things were smaller than his palm and an adorable shade of light purple. He couldn’t even picture how tiny a foot would have to be to fit into it. Just as he was about to put them down the bedroom door opened and Aeri stepped out. Her large baby bump preceded her and she had one hand on her back to steady herself.

“Jackson!” she called out tiredly. “Jackson, are you back from your run-oh. Jinyoung? Hi, I didn’t expect to see you here!”

Jinyoung smiled at her awkwardly. “Uh, hi, Aeri. Sorry for intruding-”

“No worries, I’m sure my husband dragged you up here against your will anyway,” Aeri reassured him with a smile. She looked tired but her skin was glowing. She spotted the little baby boots in Jinyoung’s hands and chuckled. “Oh god, all you men are the same. Jackson stares at those little things like they contain the mysteries of the world sometimes.”

Jinyoung bit his lip. “They’re cute. Her feet must be so tiny.”

“They don’t feel so tiny when they’re kicking from the inside. Sorry about the mess, though, you can just shove things aside to make space,” Aeri reassured him before half-waddling over to the kitchen. Jinyoung could see the married couple over the breakfast bar; Aeri went over and gave Jackson a side-hug as he added ingredients to the blender.

“Baby, isn’t there any coffee?” Aeri asked him hopefully.

Jackson frowned at her. “No. You promised you wouldn’t drink any more coffee once you reached your seventh month.”

“There’s a few days left for that still-”

“Nope. No coffee. You can have some of the protein shake I’m making for Jinyoung and me. Go sit down and I’ll bring you some breakfast,” he told her firmly. Aeri pouted. She couldn’t exactly stand behind Jackson because of her baby bump but she snaked one arm around his waist teasingly.

“But baby, the doctor said a small cup every day would be fine-”

“And we both know you’re going to have a cup as soon as you get to the coffee shop, whether you have one here or not. Don’t play games with me. I’m not drinking any coffee either so you can stop trying to persuade me.”

“But it’ll be fine…” Aeri whined.

Jinyoung bit his lip and turned away from the couple, pretending to look at more of the baby shoes. He felt like he was intruding on something extremely private and intimate. Jackson and Aeri were so happy here. They had problems but they got through it together. Their small family, the baby things in the living room and the warm feeling of waking up to someone who wanted to be with you.

For the first time, Jinyoung felt jealousy stir in his stomach.

He wanted this. He wanted a little apartment that was filled with family. He wanted to build a little cradle for the baby and go shopping for baby shoes. He wanted to have stupid arguments over how much coffee should be drunk and whose turn it was to do the dishes. Jinyoung wanted the warmth that he felt in this place, he wanted the comfort and the coziness. He wanted to wake up with someone next to him in bed and have someone to complain about his day to.

Jinyoung wanted all of it and he wanted it with you.

He realized that if he hadn’t spent so much time thinking about himself, and distancing himself from the people that he cared about, and dedicating himself to his ambition… he might have had it by now. He might have had you.

Perhaps, if he had thought a little more about you and not so much about himself then he would have been a happier man.

“Jinyoung! Come taste this shake, it’s amazing!” Jackson called out to him happily. Jinyoung followed him into the kitchen and gratefully accepted the glass of thick liquid that Jackson gave him. Aeri was giving her husband a dirty look but took her own glass as well. “I added banana to it. It’s great for your health, all the ingredients are organic.”

Jinyoung took a sip and winced. “Oh.”

“You like it?”

Aeri sighed. “He looks like he wants to cry. Nobody likes this shake, Jackson.”

Jackson pouted. “But it’s good for you!”

“Okay. I’m going to take this back to bed and you’d better hope that the smell doesn’t make me puke all over your sheets, Jackson Wang,” Aeri scolded him as she grabbed her glass. She turned and smiled at Jinyoung brightly. “It was nice to see you, Jinyoung. You should have dinner with us sometime, it would be great to catch up!”

Jinyoung nodded. “That sounds great.”

Aeri disappeared into the bedroom and Jinyoung and Jackson were left in the kitchen. Jackson picked up his glass and downed half of it in one go before smacking his lips happily. “Ah, this was great. You have no idea how much energy these give you. Especially considering that I need to come back early tonight and finish fixing that fucking cradle.”

Jinyoung smiled. “Let me know if you need any help.”

“Thanks, man. I think I can manage, though. We haven’t bought even half the stuff we need for the nursery. Aeri has a lot of plans but I’m waiting for my next paycheck to come in.”

Jinyoung bit his lip and glanced towards the half-fixed cradle. Then he looked at his friend. “Jackson. You know that if you ever need money or something like that, you just have to say the word, right? We can figure something out.”

Jackson glanced at Jinyoung uncomfortably. “That’s nice of you, man, but Aeri would kill me if I took money from you.”

“What if you did some work for me?”

“Work?”

“Yeah. I have some reporters hanging around my front door that want an interview and it might be nice to have a PR Manager until this whole media storm blows over. You just have to act like a dick whenever they ask me any weird questions and tell them to shut up so that I don’t have to answer them.”

Jackson grinned. “I do enjoy telling people to shut up.”

“Great.”

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When Jinyoung got back home, there was an unexpected guest waiting for him.

Mr. Cha from down the street was in the living room enjoying a cup of tea and he brightened up at the sight of Jinyoung. The older man gestured for Jinyoung to join him eagerly. “Ah, Jinyoung! It’s so nice to see you up and about. Went for a morning jog, eh?”

Jinyoung nodded politely. “Ah, yes…”

“I’m sorry for barging in on you and your mother so early in the morning. I was hoping I could trouble you for some advice,” the old man admitted hesitantly. “You wouldn’t be able to spare a few minutes for me, would you? I would be really grateful.”

“Of course, Mr. Cha. What sort of advice?”

The old man looked a little embarrassed. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well, you turned out to be right about the little investment plan I told you about at your mother’s birthday party. The insider trading? My friend told me how illegal it was. Truth is, I have a little bit of money set aside after all my retirement expenses and I really want to find a good way to invest it.”

Jinyoung blinked and sat down across from the older man carefully. “Of course. There are lots of perfectly legal ways to invest your money and get good returns, Mr. Cha.”

“I was hoping you could give me a little advice.”

“It depends on what you want to do with the money,” Jinyoung explained patiently. “There are long terms investments; you’d get guaranteed returns at a steady rate but you wouldn’t be able to withdraw the money whenever you pleased, making it illiquid. On the contrary, there are smaller short-term ways to invest. Those are a little risky; you might get excellent returns but you could also end up losing money.”

Mr. Cha stared at him. “Did you just say liquid?”

Jinyoung chuckled. “Liquidity is how easily you can convert the investment back into cash. If you bought a house then it might take you a few months to sell it and get the money, so it’s not very liquid. If you invest in the share market, you can sell the shares any time you wish and get cash in your hands instantly.”

“Ah, see, I don’t know about all those things. I just put my money in the bank.”

“That’s sometimes a good idea and sometimes not. If you leave your money in the bank for a number of years and inflation is higher than the interest rate your deposit is earning then you’re losing money essentially,” Jinyoung explained. “Here; let me get a piece of paper and I’ll explain it to you. If over a period of ten years the value of the currency decreases by ten per cent but the rate of interest you’re earning in the back is only five per cent then-”

Mr. Cha cleared his throat and cut him off. “Son, I appreciate this but I don’t think I can take the math lesson at this age. My brain isn’t what it used to be, but I really want to set the money aside for my granddaughter’s college fund. Could you… do that for me? Handle the investment?

“You want me to do it for you?”

“If you don’t mind. I wouldn’t ask you if I thought you were too busy right now, but uh,” Mr. Cha rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “I’m sure the money doesn’t mean much to a rich young man like you, but you could charge a percentage as your fees and handle the investment on my behalf, couldn’t you? I trust you’ll put it in a safe place. I’m worried my muddled old brain will make mistakes. I can barely remember where the coffee cups are most mornings.”

Jinyoung stared at the old man in surprise. Nobody had ever asked him to handle their personal finances before. It seemed an odd request; but a perfectly reasonable one considering the older man wasn’t at an age where he could really begin to learn about finance.

Also, the fact that the old man was so willing to trust him somehow filled Jinyoung with a sense of warmth. He couldn’t help but smile.

“I can find you a good place to invest it, Mr. Cha, you don’t need to pay me anything.”

“No, no. If you’re good at something then you should never do it for free. Besides. What if you run off with my money, eh? I’m not that stupid,” the old man joked with a grin. “If I pay you then you’re technically my employee, and I can sue you if you run away.”

Jinyoung chuckled. “Agent, Mr. Cha. I’d be your agent authorized to handle some of your money, not really your employee.”

“You call yourself what you like, young man,” he replied. Mr. Cha leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Don’t tell the other neighbours, though. They’d all come running to ask you for investment advice and you wouldn’t have a moment’s peace in this town. They’re greedy dogs, the lot of them. Especially that Mr. Kang.”

“It’ll be our little secret,” Jinyoung promised with a smile.

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Mondays were always unbearably long.

Most of the children were cranky and even after you managed to get rid of them at 3 pm, there was a huge pile of homework on your desk waiting to be corrected. There was no way you could finish marking the homework and planning your lessons for tomorrow unless you stayed back late. You gathered your belongings and went to sit in the teacher’s lounge. At least there, you could get a cup of coffee and hopefully a similarly disgruntled teacher to keep you company.

You chatted with Mrs. Kang about her marital problems while you skimmed through the addition sums the students had turned in. It had been hard to sleep; you’d spent all night thinking about Lee Jinah and whether she had Jinyoung had talked about anything else.

Had they decided to get married? Had she managed to convince Jinyoung overnight? Perhaps they had connected and realized how much both of them wanted the same life? All sorts of scenarios flashed through your mind and the numbers on the page in front of you danced. What if he really leaves? If he gets married and disappears from my life once more?

Perhaps it was for the best. Perhaps someone like Jinyoung was only meant to be a passing cloud for you.

You weren’t sure.

You wanted Jinyoung to be happy. You wanted him to stay, but more importantly you wanted him to want to stay and that was something beyond your control. You couldn’t influence his mind or his decisions. To do so would be dangerous. Jinyoung would have to make his mind up for himself.

Why was it still so agonizing?

Why did you still hope so much that he would choose to stay?

It was around half past four when you received a phone call.

“Hello?” you answered the unknown number casually.

“Hello, ma’am. I’m calling from the local hospital. Mr. Park Jinyoung was brought into the hospital via an ambulance a little while ago; he asked us to contact you instead of his registered emergency contact number. Would you be able to come down to the hospital-”

You felt your heart sink into your chest. “What? An ambulance? Why would he be- what happened?” you demanded. You felt dizzy and light-headed as you jumped to your feet. Oh god. Not a hospital. Not Jinyoung, no, no, no. “Is he okay? What’s wrong with him?”

“There’s no serious danger although he appears to have been in some sort of an accident. There are bruises and suspected broken bones. We’re sending him in for an x-ray now.”

You felt faint. “I-I’m on my way.”

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“Ah, yes; Room 303 on the third floor-”

You were sprinting your way through the hospital, heartbeat racing. You didn’t like hospitals. You hated them in fact. You had lost both of your parents in hospitals and had sincerely hoped that you wouldn’t have to come to one again for a very long time. Especially not in terrifying circumstances like this.

Fuck, why aren’t the room numbers in fucking order? You felt like you had passed by Room 302 a hundred times but you couldn’t find Room 303. You spun around in a wild panic until you finally spotted it all the way at the end of the corridor. You paused with your fingers on the handle and took a deep, calming breath. Part of you was terrified of what you would find on the other side but you could handle it. You would handle it.

It’s fine. The nurse on the phone said there was no serious danger. It’s fine.

Why were you still panicking?

You were just about to push the door open and enter the room when you heard it; a sound that you hadn’t heard in years. It sent a sudden warmth down your spine and your fingers on the handle went limp.

Park Jinyoung’s laughter.

Not his forced and reserved smile. Not the cunning little smirk he gave you when he was pleased with himself or the small chuckle he let out when he was embarrassed or found something cute. This was laughter of the unrestrained variety. Jinyoung’s real laugh was deep and loud, but it was also warm and intimate. Jinyoung’s laugh was honest.

It was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world and you hadn’t heard it in a decade.

You swallowed and carefully entered the room.

Jinyoung was lying on one of the many beds. The curtains were drawn around the surrounding cots but Jinyoung’s curtains were kept open. His arm was wrapped in a cast and sitting next to the bed was the familiar mushroom-hair head that unmistakably belonged to Ki-woo. Ki-woo said something cheerfully and Jinyoung laughed again; this time you saw the way the corners of his eyes crinkled handsomely and his lips spread across his face.

“Hi,” you greeted the oblivious pair.

Jinyoung’s eyes brightened as soon as he saw you. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could, Ki-woo had turned around and run up to you delightedly. “Miss! Miss, I brought Jinyoung-ahjussi here because he fell and I told the nurses to call you!”

You forced a smile down at Kiwoo. “Kiwoo, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you have gone home after school?”

Kiwoo hesitated. “I… I was playing with Jinyoung-ahjussi.”

“Can you wait outside for a few minutes, please? Just sit on one of the chairs in the corridor outside and I’ll come and get you as soon as I’m done talking to Jinyoung, okay?” you asked. It was getting hard for you to maintain your composure and you didn’t want the small boy to see you lose your cool. Kiwoo looked disappointed but he nodded and slouched out of the room.

Jinyoung blinked.

“Why did you send him out-”

“What the fuck happened? What’s going on?” you demanded.

Jinyoung laughed nervously and gestured to his wrapped up arm; there was also a white bandage taped to his chin. “Ah, yeah. The doctor just left. It’s a fractured wrist and a couple of minor bruises, no big deal. They said I could leave as soon as someone came to pick me up.”

“But how?”

Jinyoung rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you want the long story or the short story?” he wondered. Upon seeing your furious glare he cleared his throat. “Okay. I’ll give you the short story. I came by the school at around 3 pm to meet you but I ended up running into Kiwoo instead. We were playing around and, I, uh, I tried to climb the oak tree and I fell.”

You stared at him in disbelief.

“You did what?”

“Ki-woo kept making fun of me. He said I was old and that I probably couldn’t do it anymore and hey, I work out pretty often so I thought it wouldn’t be hard to defend my title as King of the Playground,” Jinyoung explained. His smile slowly turned into a grimace. “Anyway, the branch cracked under me and I fell.”

“That is the most idiotic thing I have ever heard anyone say,” you snapped. You could feel the anger boiling in your stomach and making your head throb. All this had been because Park Jinyoung wanted to climb a fucking tree? “What sort of fully grown adult climbs a fucking tree to challenge a 7-year old? Are you out of your fucking mind, Park Jinyoung? Do you have any idea what it’s like to get a call from the hospital and have them tell you someone you love has just been brought there in an ambulance? Because I do and it’s the shittiest fucking feeling in the world so I swear to god, you need to come up with a better reason for having put me through that again!”

Jinyoung stared at you, eyes wide. The smile had disappeared from his face.

“I… I’m sorry.”

You glared at him. “No, you’re not. You’re a selfish, fucking idiot.”

Jinyoung opened his mouth to speak but before he could, a nurse came running over to you looking agitated. “Uh ma’am, I’m sorry but you can’t yell like that in here! Please behave like adults and maintain silence!”

You glared at her. “Isn’t there a doctor around here?”

“I can get one for you in a few minutes, ma’am, but you have to keep quiet.”

The nurse hurried away leaving you alone with Jinyoung again. Your anger had slowly melted and you saw that the happiness on Jinyoung’s face had disappeared. He looked guilty and he stretched his uninjured arm out towards you. His fingers wrapped around your wrist gently.

“Hey. Hey, are you okay? I’m sorry. I didn’t think that you would freak out, I told them to call you because I was worried my Mom would lose her mind.”

You frowned. “Yeah, she would. Thank god you didn’t call her.”

“Were you scared?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

You bit your lip and nodded, ducking your head to blink back your tears. You had never been good with hospitals and seeing Jinyoung in one was still making your head spin. But there was no real danger and you forced yourself to calm down.

“It’s fine,” you admitted. You looked at him and let out a dry chuckle. “What the hell was going through your head, Jinyoung?”

“I… I don’t know. I was just having fun and I guess I forgot that I weight about three times what I did when I was seven,” he admitted nervously. “But you know what?”

“What?”

“It’s the most stupid, spontaneous thing I’ve done in years and I feel great.”

Jinyoung’s eyes were shining and you stared at him quietly. There was something different about him now. This wasn’t the same Park Jinyoung that had returned from Seoul looking like his life was about to end. He looked alive now, he looked happy. There was a spark in his eyes that you hadn’t seen since he’d come back here. There was a spark in his eyes that you hadn’t seen since high school, when he finally got accepted to the university of his dreams.

Why?

Is it because he’d decided to go back to Seoul with Jinah? Is he happy because he can finally go back to the life he wants?

You felt sick.

“I’m gonna go check on Ki-woo before the doctor gets here,” you mumbled.

Jinyoung nodded and bit his lip. “Hey. Don’t get mad at him. He’s a great kid. He panicked a little bit when I fell but he managed to run to the convenience store across the street and use the phone to call me an ambulance. That’s some amazing level-headedness for a kid his age.”

“Don’t worry. I know who the idiot here is and it’s not Ki-woo.”

Jinyoung smiled. “Okay.”

You went outside and found Kiwoo sitting silently on one of the waiting room chairs, dangling his legs off the seat. You approached him and sat next to him with a smile. “Hey, Ki-woo. Are you doing okay?”

Ki-woo nodded and bit his lip. “Jinyoung-ahjussi is going to be okay, right?”

“I haven’t talked to a Doctor yet but I’m sure he will be.”

“Are you mad, Miss?”

You smiled. “Not at you. You did really well today, Ki-woo. I’m glad you remembered how to call an ambulance when someone is hurt. You were really responsible and I’m very proud of you,” you reassured him gently. Kiwoo’s cheeks flushed and you could tell that he enjoyed the praise. He smiled for a moment and then he looked up at you with big, worried eyes.

“Are you mad at Jinyoung-ahjussi?”

“A little bit. Jinyoung-ahjussi didn’t behave very well, did he? He knew that he shouldn’t have climbed the tree.”

“But I pushed him to do it! It wasn’t his fault!”

“It was definitely his own fault,” you replied firmly. “He’s older than you and he should have known better. You don’t need to lie and cover for him, Ki-woo. Once I talk to a doctor then we can all go home today, okay? You must be very tired. Have you had anything to eat?”

Ki-woo shook his head.

You sighed and dug into your purse for some change. “Here. Go get yourself a snack from the vending machine and I’ll be back after talking to the doctor.”

Ki-woo beamed. “Can I have chocolate?”

“Yes, you can have chocolate.”

“Awesome!”

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The bus ride home was quiet and awkward. Once you dropped Ki-woo off at the foster home and said goodbye, you and Jinyoung sat next to each other silently as the streets passed. You were only a few stops away from your apartment when Jinyoung suddenly turned to you.

“Can I crash at your place tonight?”

You stared at him. “Why?”

“Because my Mom obviously doesn’t know anything about this and considering how late it is, I don’t really want to walk into my house with a cast on my arm and bruises on my face,” Jinyoung admitted reluctantly. “She’s going to freak out if I tell her that I just came from the hospital. I’ll call her and explain the whole tree incident tomorrow morning.”

You bit your lip. “Fine.”

“You’re still mad at me, huh?”

“I’m trying not to be,” you replied firmly. You turned and looked at Jinyoung. Despite the cast on his arm and the various bruises on his face, his eyes were still sparkling. He looked happy. You felt something stir uncomfortably in your stomach. “Jinyoung. What happened to you? You’re acting weird.”

“Me?” he asked innocently.

“Yeah, you. Did you hit your head too hard? Do we need to go back to the hospital?”

Jinyoung smiled. “No.”

“Then what is it?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just having fun. Is a guy not even allowed to have fun anymore? Do you know that I can’t even remember the last time I injured myself like this? Little injuries like this stops happening to you as an adult because you stop doing stupid things for the heck of it. I don’t remember the last time I did something without thinking about what purpose it serves.”

“There are ways to have fun without breaking your wrist.”

“Yeah, but I just wanted to climb that tree one more time,” Jinyoung admitted. He nudged you eagerly with a childish grin. “Hey. Did you know that if you reach the point of the tree where I carved my name in the first time, you can see directly into the teacher’s lounge? I saw you sitting in there today. I realized that’s how I got caught when we were six; Mrs. Lee must have looked out of the window and seen me right on top of the tree.”

“Fascinating,” you mumbled.

Jinyoung frowned. “Wow, you’re really mad.”

“Can we not talk about your climbing that tree? It’s giving me anxiety just thinking about it.”

“Okay.” Jinyoung bit his lip and glanced at you. “Let’s talk about something else. What’s the deal with Ki-woo? What’s his story?”

“Ki-woo?”

“Yeah, Ki-woo, the kid who treats me like I’m a super-hero. Why is he at the foster care home?”

Ki-woo’s story had been told to you by one of the social workers who came to drop him off at school and it broke your heart. “His mother is a drug addict,” you explained with a sigh. “He doesn’t have a father. She loves him a lot but she was declared unfit to be a mother and sent to a rehabilitation center two towns over when Ki-woo was four. He’s been in foster care ever since.”

Jinyoung blinked. “Oh.”

“He would have gotten adopted by now, being the sweet little kid he is, but his mother won’t hand over the adoption rights because she’s a mess but she won’t let go of him. He has to visit her twice a month, so they can’t let a family that lives too far away take him. That means he’s stuck at the foster home either until his mother recovers or until he turns 18.”

“That’s horrible,” Jinyoung mumbled.

“Yeah, that’s what life does to some people. Ki-woo really deals with it well,” you sighed.

“I guess sometimes we don’t realize how lucky we are.”

You nodded silently. You didn’t know what to say. Seeing kids like Ki-woo reminded you that you had a lot to be grateful for and that there was some innocence and good left in this world. He was an adorable child and you could tell from Jinyoung’s expression that he felt the same way. “It’s nice that you played with him,” you told Jinyoung quietly. “He doesn’t have a lot of friends.”

Jinyoung nodded. “He’s great.”

“He is.”

Jinyoung let out a soft, contented sigh and turned to face the window. His eyes were shining as he watched the buildings pass by. His soft lips were twisted into a gentle smile. There was something relaxed and carefree about Jinyoung. You couldn’t understand it. You took a deep breath and opened your mouth to prod him further.

“Jinyoung, do you-”

“Have you ever felt like the fog just suddenly cleared out of your life?” Jinyoung asked suddenly. He turned to you. “Like… everything was just muddled and you didn’t really know which way to go so you kept going in circles but suddenly everything cleared and you can see to the end of the road?”

You swallowed. “Uh, no.”

“I feel like that right now. I don’t know what triggered it,” Jinyoung explained. His voice was rising excitedly. “But then again, nothing ever triggers these things. It just happens, you know? Something tips you over and suddenly you get this new clarity. Like you know what you want. I think I know what I want. For the first time, I feel like I can see how my life is going to go over the next couple of years and I want it to go that way.”

“O-oh.”

“It feels great.”

You forced a smile at him. Don’t know what triggered it? Perhaps Jinyoung didn’t know what triggered it but you had no doubts. It had been Jin-ah and her marriage proposal. Her arrival had cleared a new path in Jinyoung’s life. He had finally found a way to go back to Seoul and do what he loved to do best. He had found a way back out of this stifling town and to the life of luxury he craved.

You would have been delighted too.

“That’s great,” you whispered. “If that’s true then I’m really happy for you, Jinyoung.”

“Hey; it’s our stop!”

You hadn’t noticed that the bus had stopped. Both of you had to hurry to get off in time and Jinyoung chuckled when he saw how flushed you looked. “Come on, let’s go. Have you had dinner? What are we going to have for dinner?”

“I… I don’t know. I probably have some groceries. I can cook.”

Jinyoung grinned and threw his uninjured arm around your shoulder. “Great, I love your cooking.”

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Jinyoung wouldn’t stop talking the entire time you were in the kitchen. He was largely useless with his cast but he climbed up onto the kitchen counter and dangled his legs off it while he watched you chop vegetables. You couldn’t even remember why he was here and why didn’t just go to his own home, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to leave.

“Do you like having me around?” Jinyoung wondered.

You raised an eyebrow at him as you chopped the onions. “What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I like having you around.”

“I’m kind of a pain sometimes, though, right?” he asked doubtfully. He had picked up an apple from your fruit basket with his uninjured hand and took a huge bite out of it. “Like, I’ve been depending on you a lot. Emotionally, I mean. That doesn’t annoy you?”

You put your knife down and frowned. “Did you wash that?”

Jinyoung blinked at the apple. “No.”

“That is so dirty, Jinyoung.”

“So wash it for me. I’m injured,” he pouted, handing the apple to you. You sighed and took it from him. Jinyoung’s eyes followed you around the kitchen as you washed it. “You’re not answering my question. I’ve been depending on you a lot these days. Am I being too needy? I feel like this is a one-way street.”

You frowned. “It’s not.”

“It kind of is, though. You never tell me anything.”

“What have I not told you?”

“A lot of things,” Jinyoung replied firmly as you returned the washed apple to him. “You didn’t tell me about the money for your mother’s hospital bills, you didn’t tell me about wanted to go to medical school. I used to think that I was this amazing friend to you but now I realize that I mostly just leech off you and give you nothing in return. Emotionally,” he added before you could open your mouth. “I’m not talking about the money. Anyone would have given you the money.”

You didn’t know what to say. You took a deep breath and resumed cutting the vegetables. “I don’t know what to tell you, Jinyoung. It really sucks that you left for a decade but I guess I don’t really need anyone to emotionally depend on right now.”

Jinyoung was quiet for a moment. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“So it doesn’t make much of a difference to you whether I’m around or not?” he asked. “You don’t really care if I stay here or I leave, is that it?”

Your shoulders stiffened. Was this it? Was he preparing to tell you that he was going to marry Jin-ah and go back to Seoul? You took a deep breath. You hated hearing that Jinyoung was thinking about leaving and you hated listening to him talk about things like this. But he had been so happy all day. He had been shining and laughing and all that was because he was finally thinking about going back to Seoul and working for the Lees, right?

How could you rain on his parade because of your stupid feelings?

“I guess it doesn’t matter that much,” you muttered.

Jinyoung jumped down from the counter and stepped closer to you. “You know why I’m asking, right? I’m trying to make up my mind as to whether I should accept Jin-ah’s proposal.”

You bit your lip. “Right.”

“Honestly, there’s nothing really stopping me from taking it up, you know? Jin-ah’s ready to marry me in a heartbeat. All her other options are old men. And her father loves me. He would hand me his entire company in a second. I could even take my parents to Seoul with me. So I mean, honestly… from my perspective right now there seem to be more reasons to leave than to stay.”

“Right,” you whispered. You felt your heart sink into your stomach. Right, of course, he’s going to leave, why would anybody in their right mind stay in a place like this with someone like me when he could be living the life of luxury with Lee Jinah-

“Can you think of a reason I should stay?” Jinyoung pressed. He was standing close behind you now and you could feel him hovering over your shoulder. You kept your eyes on the onions; surely the tears welling up in your eyes were due to the onion juice. Jinyoung’s warm hand landed on your shoulder. “Any reason? Maybe somebody who might be hurt if I decided to leave?”

You were trembling.

“I-I don’t know. If you want to marry Jin-ah then you should marry her, why are you worried about other people?” you muttered.

“Because sometimes people don’t always tell you everything.”

“Then that’s their problem.”

“Is it?”

You nodded. Jinyoung was so close behind you that you could hear him breathing. His free hand came up and gently tugged on a lock of your hair that had escaped. Fuck. He was far too close and your heartbeat was thudding.

“So if you can’t think of anyone who needs me,” Jinyoung whispered, his hot breath tickling your neck. “Or who wants me around or would miss me… then I should just call Jin-ah right now and tell her to go ahead with the engagement. Shouldn’t I?”

Your mind felt numb. “Y-yeah.”

“Are you sure?” you heard a crinkling of paper behind you as Jinyoung shoved his hand into his pocket. “Because Jinah left me her number before she went back to Seoul. I was supposed to call her as soon as I made up my mind. I could just call her and tell her to go ahead and announce the engagement, right?”

“You could.”

“Can I borrow your phone?”

You flinched. “Now?”

“Yeah. I don’t see what the point is in delaying something like this. I’ll call her now.”

“I-It’s on the dining table in my purse.”

You heard Jinyoung’s footsteps move away from you and towards the dining table. You sneaked a glance at him; he really had a piece of paper in his hand and was digging through your purse for your cell phone. You stared at him as he finally found it and opened it with a smile, starting to enter the number from the paper into the dialpad.

Your heart clenched.

Fuck, this is really happening. He came here and made me fall in love with him again and now he’s just leaving like it never happened. Your grip on the knife tightened. You wanted to run to Jinyoung and tell him not to call that girl, you wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him that you needed him to stay here with you. But he looked so happy. How could you take that away from him? How could you be responsible for asking him to give up his dreams? What sort of horrible person would do that?

No. No, you couldn’t.

Sometimes truly loving someone meant doing what made them happy, even if it hurt you.

Jinyoung lifted the phone to his ear, his eyes darting towards you briefly. You watched as he waited for it to ring and then his expression brightened.

“Hello? Jinah, is that-”

A searing pain shot through your finger.

Shit. You had just sliced the length of your index finger and blood was seeping out onto the cutting board. You gasped at the sight of it. Feeling dizzy, you dropped the knife on the floor and ran to the bathroom. Ignoring Jinyoung, you slammed the door shut behind you and stuck your finger under the running tap water. The blood wouldn’t stop; you grabbed a wad of toilet paper and pressed it against the cut to stop the flow.

Oh god, I can’t do this. I can’t do this anymore.

You let go of the toilet paper and leaned against the sink. Sobs were racking your chest. It felt like someone had wrenched out your heart and thrown it on the ground in front of you. Losing Jinyoung once had been painful enough but losing him the second time was unbearable. Why had you let yourself fall in love with a man like him? He would never want to stay with you, his eyes would always be on some bigger prize.

You would never be enough for Park Jinyoung.

There was a banging on the door. “Hey! Are you okay? Open up!” Jinyoung insisted. His voice sounded panicked but there was nothing you could do. The reality of your situation had sunk in too deep. You felt so pathetic. You felt small and worthless and alone.

Fuck, fuck, why can’t I stop crying?

Jinyoung grabbed the handle and yanked the door open. He froze in his tracks when he saw you; leaning against the sink with one hand bleeding and your entire body shaking from the sobs. Within seconds, Jinyoung had pulled you to his chest and wrapped his uninjured arm around you tightly. His hand stroked you back hurriedly.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he whipered hurriedly. He held you to his chest tightly and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Listen to me. It’s fine. I’m not calling Jin-ah. Okay? I never was. Look; I don’t even have her number, this is my bus ticket from earlier, I was just trying to get to you. Fuck. Fuck, why do you do this to yourself?”

You didn’t know what to say. You fisted your hands into Jinyoung’s shirt and sobbed harder against his shoulder. Jinyoung sighed and kissed your hair again.

“God. Is it that hard? Is it really that hard for you to say those words to me? Because that’s all I want from you, love. I want you to stay with me, Jinyoung. Can you just say that to me? Please?” he begged. “Can you just tell me honestly whether you want me?”

“B-but… you-you want to go back-”

Jinyoung stepped back and grabbed your chin to make you look at him. When he stared at you, his eyes were red and his lips were pressed together in a tight line. His expression scared you.

“Fuck that. Fuck what I want. I’m a grown man, I can figure that out for myself. I need to know what you want. For once in your fucking life I want you to not give a fuck about my happiness and tell me, in the most selfish way you can, that you want me to stay. Tell me that you need me. Say it.”

“I-I can’t-”

“Say it, or I’m leaving and I won’t pretend this time,” he snapped. His eyes were filled with anger. “Say it so help me god, I will take the next fucking train back to Seoul and never come back here. Do you want me to do that?”

“N-no,” you whispered, trembling. I don’t want to hold you back, I don’t want to be the reason you’re unhappy-

Jinyoung dropped his hand. He looked broken. “Is that it? You’re not going to say it?”

“I-”

“Fuck this, I’m leaving.”

No. No, Not again. Something inside of you lost control and you grabbed Jinyoung’s shirt, pulling him back before he could turn away from you. You threw your arms around him. You couldn’t fight this anymore. It was eating you alive from inside and there was only so much you could take before you cracked.

“Don’t go,” you sobbed. “No, don’t go, please don’t go.”

Jinyoung relaxed. “Really? Are you sure?”

You nodded against his chest as you felt a terrible weight lift off your shoulders. You couldn’t bear to see Jinyoung walk away from you. You couldn’t lose him again and spend the rest of your life alone, knowing that this time it was your fault. You couldn’t lose him a second time. You couldn’t.

“I’m sure,” you choked out. “Stay. Please.”

“I’m staying because you want me to,” Jinyoung reminded you softly. His arms wrapped around you again and he gently caressed your back. His pressed his face into your neck and you could feel his own tears against your skin. “Remember that. I’m staying because you want me to stay. I-I’m staying because you want me. You know that, right? You need me.”

You nodded silently. “Yeah.”

“Say it again.”

“I need you,” you whispered.

Park Jinyoung took a deep breath and wrapped his arm around you tightly as he closed his eyes. He didn’t want to let go. He had to have you in his arms and feel the one thing that he realized he had been craving ever since the moment he came back to this small town. He didn’t want to be a charity case. He didn’t want you to look at him the way you looked at something that you took pity on. He didn’t want to be something you took care of because you were simply that kind.

He wanted you to need him as much as he needed you.

And for the first time, Jinyoung felt like he had a place in your pure heart.

He doubted that any achievement in his life would ever top this one.

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It was difficult to wrap up your finger considering that you only possessed one working hand each, but you managed to make it stop bleeding and wrap it up tightly. Jinyoung kneeled in front of you as you sat on the couch and secured the bandage around your finger.

“I feel like I should make a joke about us both hurting ourselves,” Jinyoung muttered. “But it’s not really coming to me right now.”

You nodded, letting out a small hiccup. “Oh.”

Jinyoung looked up at you. It had taken a while to calm your sobbing and even now that it was over, you kept hiccuping. It was adorable and Jinyoung’s eyes sparkled as he stared into your red eyes. He brushed his thumb over your flushed cheek. “Hey. Do you want some water?”

You shook your head. “I-I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded silently.

“I’m sorry I threatened to leave,” he whispered. His fingers slowly traced your cheek and gently cupped your face. He took a deep breath and then forced a smile. “I thought pretending to call Jin-ah might make you a little jealous and force you to admit that you wanted me, but you’re a tougher nut to crack than I imagined.”

You gave him a watery smile. “I feel like an idiot.”

“You’re not,” he told you. “You’re a beautiful person. Because I know that you kept your feelings bottled inside trying to make me happy. And I don’t know anybody else who would sacrifice so much for another person’s happiness. You’re that selfless and beautiful. You always have been. But I couldn’t keep watching you hurt yourself.”

You hiccuped and looked down at your hands. “I-I wouldn’t do it for just anyone.”

“Oh?”

“Only… only for someone I love.”

Jinyoung’s lips broke into a soft smile and he moved closer to you. Your heartbeat raced when his hands slid into your hair and pulled your face down towards his. “Oh? You mentioned something like that earlier in the hospital, too. Something about getting a phone call about someone you loved.”

You flushed.

“I-”

“Fuck, baby, I love you too. So much, you have no idea.”

His lips pressed against yours softly. Your heart nearly exploded in your chest as Jinyoung kissed you with all the passion that you’d both been holding back. It was sweet and loving and beautiful, but you could also feel his desperation in the way his lips tugged at yours. Jinyoung needed you. He needed your kiss and he needed your touch so badly.

“Jinyoung-” you whispered against his lips.

He gently sucked your bottom lip in between his and kissed you harder, moving his body in between your legs as his fingers entangled in your hair. “What?” he mumbled against your mouth. He was out of breath but your lips tasted too sweet. Jinyoung kept kissing you harder and more passionately, not letting you speak.

“Isn’t-isn’t this too fast?” you mumbled.

Jinyoung let out a chuckle; a low, deep chuckle that made your entire body tingle before his lips traced down your jawline slowly. “Too fast?” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of your jaw and letting his tongue trace over it. “It’s been ten years since I first wanted to do this to you. Aren’t we going too slow?”

You had no response.

“I don’t- I don’t really…”

“Fuck,” Jinyoung stopped kissing you and pulled away for a moment. His lips were swollen and his eyes sparkled like diamonds as he looked up at you. Under his gaze, you felt like the most beautiful person in the world. “You’re right, we shouldn’t rush into this. I don’t want to mess it up. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

“What’s the wrong idea?” you wondered.

“Any idea that suggests that I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with you is the wrong idea. But I don’t want to scare you. I’m already on my second chance here, I’m not going to fuck it up. Let’s take things slowly. Let’s try dating.”

You couldn’t help but give him a soft smile. Something inside your chest fluttered.

“Really? You really think we should date?”

Jinyoung chuckled. “Oh, yeah. I didn’t tell you, did I? I’m not unemployed anymore. So there’s no need to give me that look. I finally found myself a job.”

“A job? Here, in town?”

“Yup. Does that make me more attractive?”

“Marginally.”

Jinyoung chuckled and kissed you sweetly. “Good, because I don’t want to be the unemployed bum of a boyfriend. I promise I’ll do everything right.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Unemployed bum is the last phrase I would use to describe you.”

“Really? Even if I brought that old black hoodie out again?”

“Please don’t.”

Jinyoung chuckled and wrapped his arms around you tightly. You giggled against the soft skin of his neck as he spoke. “I promise I won’t. I won’t fuck this up. This is too important to me. I’m going to make up for all the pain I caused you, and I’m going to show you that you can trust me again. Is that okay?”

You nodded.

“That sounds nice,” you whispered.

“Great.”

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You Showed Me, Chapter 1

Fandom: Dragon Age 2 Rating: Explicit Genre: Romance/Omegaverse Pairing: Fenris/Anders Summary: Omegaverse AU. Fenris has a secret that nobody else knows. When he has to travel to Orlais to help Hawke and her new friend Tallis steal a priceless jewel, his secret becomes harder to hide. When Anders discovers what Fenris is hiding, what he does with the knowledge is not what Fenris expected.

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Fenris was annoyed by Tallis from the start. Something about the amount of confidence with which she spoke and the way she always happened to know things was rubbing him the wrong way. He'd never be rude to her, if for no other reason than because Marian had taken such a liking to the elf. However, it didn't cease his habit of watching her from the corner of his eye while she explained to Marian her intention to steal the Heart of the Many.

Evidently, in Orlais, there was a priceless jewel owned by none other than a noble who happened to be visiting Kirkwall when the city nobility hosted a banquet to honor Hawke's victory over the Arishok. It would take only a letter for Marian to be invited to Duke Prosper's annual wyvern hunt, where they could raid his treasure vault for glory and riches.

Fenris was quite certain there was a reason why Tallis knew all of this, and why she neglected to tell them how she knew these things. Unfortunately, Hawke was never one to turn down a challenge. The mage was as headstrong as she was stubborn, and the more Tallis talked up the gem, the more Hawke's smile had widened.

Fenris was splashing cologne on his neck when he heard the mansion door open, and Marian announcing herself with a shout, "It's only Hawke, don't jump me!"

After tucking the little green bottle into the side of his pack, Fenris lifted the overstuffed burlap sack. The image of a fish with a rock on its back could be conjured as he made his way down the stairs, and Marian covered her mouth to snicker.

"Andraste's ass, are you planning to move to Orlais?" She laughed.

"Is it a crime to be prepared?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"No, but you don't have to come prepared for the next blight. Come on, Tallis and Anders are already waiting for us."

He bit back the urge to groan. The season was already making it along trip, but the thought of traveling with Anders now was going to drive him insane.

Hawke led the way to the far end of the docks, where Isabella was crawling over a modest ship. Merrill had her feet dangling over the edge of the water, her big toe occasionally brushing the sea's surface and making a ripple. When Hawke approached, she perked her head like a curious cat. Hawke sat down behind her, wrapping her in an embrace that included both arms and both legs for good measure.

"You'll be back soon, right? I'll come back here and wait for you when you do." Merrill said.

Hawke nodded, "A week, at most. Assuming we don't hit a storm on the way."

"Better knock on wood now!" Isabella called from the ship's deck. Hawke stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry as she knocked on her own skull twice.

Merrill rapped her knuckles twice on the plank below them. "You could have just used the dock, you know."

Hawke planted a wet, sloppy kiss on Merrill's cheek before untangling herself and rising, "I'm going to miss you two so much."

"'You two'?" Isabella echoed.

Fenris had made his way up the gangplank and was just passing by Isabella when Hawke started approaching. "Oh, right! That reminds me." Hawke said as she strode up to her, "Isabella, off the ship."

The pout on the pirate queen's face could have rivaled the world's saddest puppy, "But ... why? You rent a whole ship and I don't even get to play on it? Why?"

Hands on her hips, Hawke scrunched her lips and looked to the sky in mock contemplation. "Let's see," She sighed, and began counting off the reasons on her fingers, "I don't need two rogues on the mission, I already hired a crew, I'd like the ship to return to Kirkwall in one piece,"

"Psh!" Isabella scoffed, crossing her arms. Hawke caught her chin and steered her head before she could turn away.

"And," Hawke continued, leaning into Isabella, "Someone has to stay here to satisfy Merrill. It's heat season. You can smell it on her."

Fenris ducked into cabin and pretended he hadn't heard that.

The first door he opened to the sight of a shirtless mage. Anders back was to him, blonde hair loose and tumbling over a map of scars on his back. Fenris froze in the doorway, lips curling, cheeks flushed.

Anders tossed his hair with his hands and ran his fingers through it before gathering it into a bundle and tying it back with a strip of leather.

Suddenly, the mage spoke, "You can come in, you know."

As Anders stepped aside, Fenris caught full view of the mirror he'd been in front of.

"Never mind. I'll look for a different cabin."

"Hawke and Tallis claimed one, and the crew is staying in the other." Anders gestured broadly to the room around him, "This is it, I'm afraid."

Fenris sighed. If there was one thing he could agree with the mage on, it was that this outcome was also what he was afraid of.

There were two cots across from each other, with a foot locker at the end of each one, and a desk and chair in the middle. A small mirror hung on the wall above the desk. Fenris removed his pack and tossed it on top of the foot locker with an unceremonious thud.

"Did you pack the whole mansion? What in Andrastes name do you think we'll be doing during this mission?" Anders asked.

"It's filled with bees."

"What?"

"Bees. I intend to unleash them at the soiree."

There was a long pause where Fenris watched the gears in Anders' head turn.

"Andraste's knickers," A smile tugged at the corners of Anders' lips. "Can you imagine a manor filled with Orlesians patting at their wigs and masks to ward off bees?" He covered his mouth with his fingers, a light laugh bubbling up.

"It's the perfect plan," Anders continued, laughing, "While they're running away, we'll just walk in and take the jewel."

The tension in the air melted ever so slightly. Anders returned to dressing himself while Fenris kicked open the foot locker and chucked the bag inside. The lid couldn't lower more than a few inches before being stopped, so he left it loose. Anders was buckling the front of his coat by the time Fenris flopped down on the cot.

"You have a funny way of unpacking." Anders quipped.

"Shut up."

"Fine, fine." Holding up his hands as he made for the door, "Are you coming up to watch us cast off?"

"No, thank you."

He listened to the door shut and Anders' footsteps make their way up the stairs. Once they reached the top step, he counted ten seconds before he scrambled to the foot of the bed, reached past the locker lid, and into his bag.

A few layers of clothes were quickly tossed back into the bin as he dug for the bottom. The first thing he set on the bed was a hand-sized package wrapped up in cloth. He set it aside so he could dig deeper and produce the toy he'd spent an exuberant amount of coin on.

The herbs he would have to ration out, mostly for use during the day so that he wouldn't be distracted in battle. He wouldn't have a lot of opportunities to be alone like this.

The toy was polished silver, a flat base so you could set it upright with a short rod that connected to a bulb. "Feels like knotting." The shopkeeper had said, "Trust me, your omega will not be disappointed."

Which was rather generous of him to say.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. There were a few shouts upstairs from the crew. Water splashed against the boat's hull.

There had to be a few alphas that would do the trick for his fantasy. Of course Danarius and Hadriana came to mind first, and were quickly discarded. Isabella was attractive, her breasts always plump and her shirt just a little too unbuttoned. Though lately she seemed to only have eyes for Hawke and Merrill.

Sebastian had arms as muscular as his ass, and breathtaking eyes. Isabella had passed on rumors of how promiscuous the monk was in his younger days. Had they met a few years earlier, Fenris might have been tempted for a taste. Sebastian's accent was smooth and creamy. Fenris imagined what it would feel like to have his breath against his ear as he whispered what he planned to do.

He took it slow, picturing perfect white teeth nipping at his neck and his hand reaching up to grip long blonde hair. Anders voice in his ear, "You want me to put this in you?"

The ship jerked, and Fenris yelped as the toy jerked in the entirely wrong angle.

He moved the toy away from himself as fast as possible. He was more than annoyed at the way Sebastian had managed to morph into Anders in the middle of his fantasy. No, that simply wasn't an acceptable option. Not ever, and certainly not while he was sharing a room with the mage.

He sighed. The mood was ruined for the time being. He tucked the toy into the deepest part of his pack, alongside the package of herbs.

x - X - x

Late at night, the only sound was the creak and splash of the boat and Anders lightly snoring a few feet away from him. The cabin was never the right temperature. Under the blankets, unbearably hot, and above them, inexplicably uncomfortable. Eventually, Fenris kicked all the bedding off of him.

He slept in his armor, bare footed, sword propped up at the side of his bed in case any would-be attacker attempted to sneak up on him. Even at sea, he wouldn't be caught dead without being armed.

With the sword across his back weighing him down further, his feet make every step creek as he walked to the deck. He found himself bathed in a blanket of stars. In Kirkwall, the sky hid behind towering walls and gates, and even craning your neck, you never saw so many of them in the city. When he walked to the edge of the ship, he could see a flawless reflection of the constellations, marred only by the occasional ripple of waves.

Resting on his elbows, Fenris took in the sight with a deep inhale of fresh night air. The breeze dried the sweat on his forehead, and he felt a little cleaner than before. With his mind clear, his focus shifted to the tight ache in his pants, which had been ever present since his cock’s quick recovery from the day’s earlier events.

Straining his ears, he couldn't pick up a single sound of another person's breathing or footsteps. There might be a lookout in the crow's nest, but whoever was there would certainly not be able to see Fenris in the darkness below.

Clawed gauntlets gently tugged at the tie on his pants.

Eyes still closed, he tried picking up the fantasy where he'd left it off.

Anders - no - Sebastian above him. Whispers of that Anderfells accent in his ear. Creaking floorboards behind him.

His hand shot to the hilt of his sword, his markings bathing the area around him a light blue. He couldn't turn around in his state, but a low growl formed in his throat.

"Don't come any closer." He warned.

"Fine," Anders replied behind him, "Man can't find a little fresh air anymore. Let me know when you tuck your cock back in."

Fenris felt the tips of his ears burn. Anders’ footsteps moved further away from him. At first, he didn't move. A large part of him wanted to disobey Anders just because, but it didn't make a lot of sense to spend the entirety of the trip with his dick out in the air.

Once he had his breeches re-laced, he turned to see Anders on the opposite end of the boat, back against the deck wall. The mage was tipping back a flask.

"Sorry." Anders said as Fenris approached, "I get awful sea sickness. Didn't mean to interrupt anything. Whiskey?"

The mage held out the flask for him. Fenris considered it for a moment, then decided he'd rather be drunk for this awkward moment anyway. Accepting the flask, he flopped down on the wood at Anders' side.

"The first time I was in a boat was when they took me to the circle." Anders spoke while Fenris tipped back the flask, "I was twelve. Spent the whole time locked up in the cabins down below. Smelled awful. Didn't smell any better after I puked everywhere."

The whiskey burned his tongue but then immediately made everything in Fenris' mouth blissfully numb. He returned the flask to Anders, who took a swig.

Anders was as he had fallen asleep, naked save for a loose pair of trousers, locks of hair dangling and framing his face. His adams apple bobbed as he drank.

"Danarius traveled by boat quite frequently." Fenris said.

"You must be used to it, then." Anders held out the flask for him.

"I was not, at first. The smell of the fish always bothered me."

"What changed?"

"Nothing. I grew used to it. There was no alternative." Fenris tipped back and drank.

Anders scoffed a laugh, "Story of my life, there."

When Fenris looked up, he could see a line drawn through the sky where clusters of stars thickened to form a mighty crack. He'd seen it before, but not once since living in Kirkwall.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Anders said, "My father used to be able to name all the constellations."

"You have memories of him, at least." Fenris passed the flask.

"Yes, and most of them good before I developed magic and became a worthless little twit in his eyes."

"He was not wrong. You are a bit of a twit."

There was a pause long enough to distract Fenris from the sight of the stars, and turn his attention back to the mage. Anders gave him a hard stare, eyes wide, thin strands of his hair falling over his face.

The corners of his lips twitched, his shoulders bouncing with heaving breaths as a smile slowly tugged on his lips. One, two, three solid barks of laughter before he choked, the chuckles quickly reducing to hiccups, and then sobs. The flask rattled in Anders' hand, tears soaked his cheeks.

"Anders?" Fenris was at a loss, "Fasta vass. I am sorry. I spoke impulsively."

"No, don't." Anders wiped the tears from his cheeks. He hugged himself, one hand covering a circular scar on his shoulder, "Sorry, that just reminded me of something. It was ... probably not the best idea for me to come on this trip."

If only you knew how true that was. Fenris thought.

Anders capped the flask and turned to Fenris, eyes still red and swollen. He cleared his throat, "Well, better save some of this for the trip back, shouldn't I?"

It wasn't the most graceful walk Fenris had seen the mage make, but Anders made his way back down the stairs with his head hung low. Eventually, Fenris followed, trying his best to leave the awkward air behind him.

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