⠀mother, forgive me, i’m lost.
but i’ll find my way home, whatever the cost. i’ll lay down my weapons and crawl my way back over all the boundaries i’ve crossed.
⠀⠀⠀he’ll allow it, he supposes——letting out a long exhale as the alpha does the work for him. the work exhausts him, sometimes. especially since he’s busy nurturing a growing life.
moving the chair closest to seo–jun, he sits down, grabbing at the omega’s arm gently to take on the task of cleaning up the wound for him; being as gentle as possible.
⠀⠀⠀“thank you.” tone cool as he opens up the emergency kit, first taking out some peroxide to pour on the wound in order to disinfect——letting out a loud hiss of discomfort, eyes squeezing shut.
dohyun would’ve snapped at anyone who dared speak to him in the same way seo–jun of the does, but it’s only the omega who gets a free pass every time. he places the first aid kit on the table.
⠀⠀⠀quiet exhale as he sits at the kitchen table, bunching a towel underneath his injured arm. it wasn’t like this hadn’t happened before——the various scars across his body were more than telling of that. but, it’s still frustrating.
⠀⠀⠀“the pleasure is all mine.” a curt nod, before he stands from the bench. perhaps he has intruded upon enough of the other’s time … but, the elfling certainly seems less depressed than he had been when seo—jun had first come upon him.
“the hour grows late. i should go.”
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˓ ..you should speak for yourself. i have not played for someone in a century’s time. ˒
truthfully, he feels reborn
in that very moment. the
heartache has temporarily
been forgotten. this night
something within him feels inexplicably lighter, and he cannot begin to explain what it is.
for a night, if he could forget … perhaps that would have to be enough.
⠀⠀⠀to think, the piece had almost gone unfinished——but, there was something deeply satisfying about playing it with the other. 𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒.
“you did extremely well.” seo—jun’s tone is impressed, only speaking after the last note had long faded away in his ears. ›
⠀⠀⠀hands folded neatly in his lap as he watches, brows knitting together in intrigue——the other knows this piece? interesting. he plays it just as well as seo—jun himself.
slowly, he reaches forward to take over the lonesome keys, starting an accompaniment in a ›
⠀⠀⠀an encore is doable, and so he shall begin : a different piece, this time, another that his mother had helped him through when he was young. while the memories aren’t his favorite things to relive, forgetting them would be far worse.
what would life be like, if his ›
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˓ ..i am, yes. it takes you far from reality.˒
though he’s slurring, truth
is sought from his mind. it
truly depends on his mood,
but he’s an absolute sucker
own did not take this path? perhaps he would’ve grown to become some sort of musician, something 𝑓𝑎𝑟 more seemly than the monster that he’d been forced to grow into.
there’s a note that slips from his reach, a quiet utterance of curses escaping his lips. perhaps that’s a ›
⠀⠀⠀the last note of the piece seems to take its time fading, still echoing within his ears. he almost yearns to pull it back, to start once more——but, his hands are still upon the keys.
“you seem to enjoy music.” his audience of one had also seemed to be enraptured by ›