#vs. san

[daljinil-blog]

◦ ⟨   FATED.

            ◦  ◦          𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭      ━   as jinil expects it to be on a night like tonight - loud and with way too many bodies jammed together in too small a building.  jinil sighs and toys with the glass in his hand, waiting for the arrival of his boyfriend to slip into the chair next to him.  he’s clearly saving it for him, pulled close to his own seat and with his knee hanging into it as it is.  part of him wonders what’s taking jin so long and the other part doesn’t really mind it so much.  even without him here, there’s still enough people to watch making silly decisions in a crowd like tonight’s.

he’s keeping to himself and quickly averting his eyes if someone is clearly throwing a look at him - it’s better to turn them down quickly, even without words.  jinil puts the drink up to his lips and starts tapping his foot to the muffled music heard just from the speaker overhead.

it’s just then that he spots jin miraculously in the crowd, heading in through the door.  (  it’s just the truth, though - ... he can always tell where jin is, even in a crowd.  they’re just connected that way.  )  just as he’s about to call him over, someone slips into the seat beside him and startles jinil enough to pull his attention away, blinking quickly at the bigger man beside him with an honest clearing of his throat.  

“ excuse me ..” he starts off quietly, but politely - trying to get his attention.  “ i was saving that seat for someone.  he’s coming in right now -”

                                            ◦  ◦                 @haexsan , @haeyijin     ━

[daljinil-blog]

“ you look beautiful.”

             ━━━━━━━━   ◦  ◦     a laugh that sounds a little hollow escapes him when jinil hears the supreme commander’s words.  he’s not really sure how to react but the words bring to him a sadness that he can’t quite express because he doesn’t understand it.  instead, his eyes search for a reasonable explanation if his head can’t come up with one and it only comes in the form of the cup in san’s hand.  “ your highness.” he says lightly, carefully coaxing the cup from san’s hand.  “ i think you meant to compliment my wife and not me.” 

somehow, the words sound wrong coming from his own lips.  somehow, he knows that the assumption is wrong too, but jinil has no real reason to believe that san would be calling him beautiful.  he doesn’t have the subtle curves of a woman, his body is too hard and moreover, too handicapped to even be considered useful.  his eyes cast down to his hands, and he rolls san’s cup between his palms.

if he asked, would the commander take him away from here? the whispers are enough to drive him mad, and even san’s confused ( and confusing ) compliment do nothing but bring him more stones to add to his already heavy shoulders.  but jinil knows that he cannot, and that nothing would come of it anyway.  in the end, he’d have to return here, in the end he’d have to feel heartbroken by a wife who doesn’t love him when he truly cares for her.

so he says nothing.  “ please take care of yourself tonight, commander.  i don’t want anyone to say anything about you, too.”

                                                 ◦  ◦                 @haexsan​

[dalyonghan]

.˟  picking up pieces

        XX.   ━━        the fact that he managed to kill the boar before it killed him even almost surprised yonghan, but perhaps it’s just because he has much more of a desire to live.  he wouldn’t let something like this kill him so easily.  ( that, and he knew that hyukun would blame himself if it happened bleeding out here from a boar’s tusk. ) 

still, it doesn’t mean that the boar didn’t do a good deal of damage.  in the time they chased each other in the woods after yonghan finally managed to scare off hyukun to go running for their leader while simultaneously being the bait for the boar, he’d managed to feel the full weight of the rushing animal as it attempted to get away.  he could feel sticky blood seeping through his robes, and a bruise that made him feel winded but yonghan is nothing but a determined man.

he shot it through the eye before collapsing next to it from the pain.

by the time that anyone arrives, he’s breathing heavy and staring at the sky that spins above him.  his head turns at the sound of hooves, and figures that hyukun finally managed to find the commander.  this wasn’t the way he wanted to appear in front of a man of such high influence; weak and lying on the ground, but for the moment yonghan didn’t have a choice.  (  he still grits his teeth.  )

“ i brought one down.” he manages to joke weakly, a short laugh sounding raspy.  “ still think we should have stayed home today, though.  what a boring day.”

                                                      (        @haexsan​​        )