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“Please don’t make me leave you, Hong-jin.” The tremble in his voice irked him.
“You have too. I love you.” Blood was everywhere.
“Hong-jin please, I can get you out of here. We can do all those things we talked about.” Thick salty tears spilled from his eyes, snot running from
It was supposed to be such a simple mission, one they had done a hundred times over. Get in and get out. God always seemed to have other plans for him. The dust was making Königs lungs burn but he dare not move from his spot.
They hadn’t planned for their intel to be wrong, or for the door to explode, or for multiple soldiers waiting for them. It was a stroke of bad luck, a mistake that would cost someone’s life. The two had fallen one story at the very least. König was fortunate enough to not be hurt too bad, just a few cuts and scrapes, but his counterpart was not so lucky. Horangi was trapped, steel barbs had penetrated a weak spot in his gear and had punctured his stomach, effectively trapping him. Blood had almost instantly begun pouring out of Horangi, the Colonel had called for an immediate exfil. König had done everything to try to get him out, but Horangi just didn’t have it in him. There was blood all over the pair, Hong-jin knew that he would die if he stayed and die if he moved. The Colonel was sitting adjacent to Hong-jin, salty tears soaking his mask. Horangi had taken his off, König gripped the material in his hand.
“Anton,” Horangi wheezed, his accent thick.
“I’m here, Schatz, I am here” König cradled his lover's head in his lap.
“You will leave me here, and when you do I want you to live your life the way you always wanted to do. I will always watch over you, I will always love you, Anton.” Horangi moved a hand to Königs forearm. “Promise me you will not go back to being alone. Promise me, Anton, that you will surround yourself with people who see the good in you just like I do.” He knew Horangi was right, he knew he had to leave, to accept it was going to be over soon.
“I promise, Hong-jin.” Horangi smiled, and König knew this would be the last time he would see Hong-jin’s ethereal face.
“Find friends, marry, do whatever your heart desires, but don’t give up. The Anton I know doesn’t give up.” Horangi was crying now too.
“Go.” Horangi’s eyes were struggling to stay open. The end was nearing.
“I love you, Hong-jin.” König said slowly, removing his hand from Horangi’s head.
“I love you too.” Horangi closed his eyes. König admitted he stayed til the other man stopped breathing. He looked over his face for the final time, putting mask into the pocket closeted to his heart, pressing a masked kiss to his coldending lips.
König woke up with tear streaming down his face, he hiccuped and pushed himself out of his bed. He needed to see Hong-jin, he needed to see him now. Slamming his door open he ran to Horangi’s room, not caring if anyone saw his face. He ripped the door open, practically tore it off the hinges. Seeing Hong-jin shoot up from his sleep sent the tears rolling, he was alive, he was fine.
“Anton?” The sleep coated words were music to his ears as he made his way over to the Korean. He sat on the bed next to him and put two fingers over the other man’s pulse. Horangi didn’t need to be told twice, he slowly moved his lover to lay on top of him, Königs ear connecting with his chest.
They didn’t have to talk about it now, but König knew Hong-jin would be there in the morning.
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