Nostalgia over the Horizon (Yoonho Baek x Reader)
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It felt like you had just closed your eyes mere seconds ago when you felt a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you awake.Â
Itâs intrusive. Too rough. Too mean. Too much for you to keep on sleeping. It breaks you out of your dreams and pulls you out of your mostly peaceful sleep. And so, out of instinct, you turn your head away as your hand comes up to swat at the offending person who just canât seem to let you sleep. But before you can make contact, you feel your wrist being snatched up in a startling quick motion- one that you barely have time to process- as you hear a deep voice above you, rumble a near silent complaint that your ears fall just a little too short of being able to understand.Â
But you know that voice. You know that voice from anywhere.
âMmmâŠYoonhoâŠ?â Your lips move on their own, parting softly as you ask for confirmation if itâs really him. If itâs really who you think it is. At the same time, you turn your head back and try to face the person standing over you. It takes a longer time than you would have thought to blink your bleary eyes open. You must have been sleeping more soundly than you had realized. But the person before you is patient and kind when theyâre not stealing away moments of sleep from you. So they donât rush you as you try to have your gaze adjust to the sudden change in scenery. Instead, they just watch and wait. And let you figure out whoâs here for yourself. âOh, Yoonho!â
The face of your husband, exhausted but warm greets your vision when youâre finally, finally adjusted enough to see and recognize the figure in front of you. Fiery, orange hair styled wildly. An intense pair of eyes of a similar shade and color. And a handsome face that almost anyone could fall in love with. And so the sight of him makes your heart flutter still, as you watch him take in your appearance. Eyes still full of the same love and kindness and care that you saw in him the first time the two of you met, all those years ago. Although thereâs something different clouding expression at the moment. Something that furrows his brows and tugs his lips downward in a frown despite, the smile heâs obviously trying to keep up.Â
But before you can question him, you find that he already has a question waiting for you.
âWhy are you out here?â His question is pressing and his tone is both serious and concerned. You can tell heâs not mad at you. He never gets mad at you. But thereâs a look of utter relief in his eyes that tells you that in moments that you were asleep, he must have faced something extremely stressful. You try to think back if it could be at all work-related, but your mind moves too slowly. And it seems like at the moment, Yoonho doesnât want you thinking about anything else except providing him answers. Because the moment he sees your mind start to wander and your lips start to hesitate, he continues pressing and looking for an answer- a response to what he needs to know. âI was looking for you for a while. I thought youâd be in bed, but I couldnât find you for the longest time. I thought something had happened.â
Thereâs a sting in your heart when he says that. You know the risk that comes with being the spouse of a major guild leader and S-rank Hunter. You know his fears of something happening to you whenever he or your security detail isnât around. But itâs that very sting at your heart that does manage to startle you awake enough to remember where here is exactly.
Itâs the balcony attached to your shared bedroom. The one with the beautiful view- overlooking the mountains in the distance. But youâre not just on the balcony- youâve created your own little set-up. He found you sleeping on one of the lounge chairs in the far corner with a blanket on your body pulled up to just before your chin. A bottle of water, your headphones, and your phone are on the side table right next to you, with your phoneâs screen blinking an unfriendly symbol that shows you that your battery has long since died.Â
Itâs not far from where youâre supposed to be at the moment, you realize as your eyes narrow in at the watch peaking up from the sleeve of your husbandâs suit jacket. Itâs a little below your eye line since heâs kneeling right next to your chair. If you tilt your head in the right direction, and squint really hard in the dim lighting of the balcony wall lights, you find it a bit easier to tell what is there. Just a little past seven in the morning if youâre reading it correctly. That must mean that itâs not far from where he must initially look for you too. You suppose you would be worried too if you found the bed that your spouse who is seldom awake before nine empty and cold two hours before they usually wake up.Â
But as you take in the deep etchings of your husbandâs frown and dark circles starting to build under his eyes, you start to think about how he found you. Or rather, the state that heâs currently in. His suit jacket is still on his shoulders. His tie just barely loosened. His watch was still tight around his wrist. It makes you ponder for a moment. It makes you hesitant once again. And then you recall the time you had just read from the very same watch on his wrist. And what that must mean for his state of appearanceâŠ
âDid youâŠjust get back?â The words slip off your tongue quietly, almost as if you were scared to say them. Because saying them might make them true. Might make your husband, who already works so, so hard for his guild and for the world, confirm with you that yes, he did just get back from the office. After being there bright and early nearly twenty-four hours ago.Â
But Yoonho just smiles. A smile that is a little too sad and exhausted for your heart to take.
âI did, sweetheart.â He confirms with a small sigh, his favorite term of endearment for you slipping and falling from his mouth effortlessly. But a second later, he dismisses that train of thought as he starts to lean in towards you. His lips are gentle as he presses them against your forehead. Once. Twice. Three times. And when he leans back, you find that his expression looks a little softer. More relaxed. Energized even. Almost as if just a little bit of contact between the two of you eased the pain- the burden of whatever he was feeling moments ago. âBut that doesnât answer my question.â
âI- umâŠâ For a moment, it almost feels natural to give an instant answer. But then, you find yourself cutting yourself off and stumbling around your words quick as you recall the reason youâre out here in the first place. â...I wanted to watch the sunrise.â
Instantly, that earns a raised eyebrow from your husband. The man who knows you far too well to just accept that at face value.
âYou wanted to watch the sunrise?â He echoes back to you, once again pressing you for an explanation. To be fair, itâs true. You do want to watch the sunrise. The sunrise is about to happen in probably twenty or so minutes if you read the time on his watch correctly. But you know Yoonho isnât giving you that look because he thinks youâre a liar. Heâs giving you that look because he knows how much you hate it when he accidentally wakes you up at six while heâs getting ready for work. So to find you like this? That means that thereâs more to the story. More than you were letting on originally.
And so you nod at him, a certain bashfulness creeping in. Your desire to catch the sunrise for this time comes because of a specific reason- or rather, a specific tradition. Itâs the first sunrise of Seollal, something you havenât found yourself celebrating seriously in the past couple of years due to the craziness of gates and your husbandâs awakening as one of the strongest hunters in the country. But this particular night, you found yourself up later than you usually would be, thinking about how different life used to be.Â
Seollal had snuck up on you this year. Though to be fair, Hunters are rarely able to take traditional holidays off. And with Yoonho always being on call for the more dangerous and random gate openings, even the holidays that his job as a firefighter used to honor had fallen wayside for your husbandâs new career. Still, thoughts of what Seollal used to be like for your family made you feel nostalgic. The food, the family visits, the gifts. You donât even if you could find your old hanbok- itâs been so long since youâve had an occasion to wear one.Â
But as your eyes slid over to the arm clock on your husbandâs side of the bed after losing track of time scrolling through your phone, you realized that if you just waited a few more hours, youâd be able to take part in at least one tradition you used to do for Seollal. One that you could technically pull off without family members to share this moment with. Even if you truly did wish it didnât have to happen alone.
But Yoonho was a busy man. And you were his not-so-busy spouse at the moment. So at three in the morning, you found yourself dragging a blanket and your phone and everything youâd need to stay warm and entertained before the sunrise onto your bedroomâs balcony. And four hours later, you were found on the very same balcony, by the man you had hoped would have spent this time getting the rest he truly needed and deserved.
But even though you must have gotten much more sleep than your husband has managed to get in these past couple of days, you found yourself a little too tired to explain all this to him. What would he think anyway? Would another reminder of his inability to slow things down and take time for himself hurt him? Would he find it a little childish to hang out with something so reminiscent of the past? You know it would be completely unlike him to think that way- especially when it comes to you. But youâre sleepy and youâre tired of thinking too hard when itâs way past your bedtime and way earlier than your alarm is set to ring. So you opt for a simpler answer. One that requires less explanation. Yet one that you hope can explain everything you need.
âItâs the first one of SeollalâŠâ You begin slowly, still feeling a little shy. But when Yoonhoâs eyes start to light up in understanding, you feel a bit more compelled to continue on. Just enough to drive the point home. âAnd I wanted to watchâŠsince itâs been a while.â
It truly has been.
âAhâŠI seeâŠâ
Thatâs what the look on his face reads to you. It truly has been a while. Since for you. For him. And as you look closer into his eyes, you find that naturally, all of your little fears were completely unfounded. There was no need to worry about what he would think. There was no need to worry about the chance of hurting him or the chance of him growing resentful at the reminder of the fact that you have time to do things like this while he really doesnât. Just like there was no need to worry about him thinking that you trying to do this was dumb or childish or just an excuse to needlessly cling onto the past. Because itâs out of his character. Because itâs not what he does, and certainly not what he does to you. And most of all?
âThenâŠcould I join you?â
Itâs a chance to turn back the clock. A chance to relax and take things slow. A chance to engage in a tradition he has long since forgotten. A chance to sit back and watch the sunrise. The first one he can truly appreciate in a long, long time.Â
âIâd like that.â
And itâs a chance to do it all with you.












