adistraction | Treehouse AU

[he listens closely, eyes softenening even as his jaw clenches. in the end, there's something that he and bae would actually agree on. hunter doesn't have anything to be sorry for.

the others, however.

he takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly, fingers still idly brushing against hunter's skin. where should he start? the hospitals. a few humans are going to pay what they owe. maybe he won't kill them - just threaten their loved ones, force them into deals worse than death. it can be his wedding gift to him.

or maybe lennon. oh, he'd love nothing more than to force something through his back so he could see how it feels. leave daeshim free to go to his woodland boy-thing once and for all. but can he actually do that without jeopardizing everything?]

...You called him first. [the fae's brows knit together as he remembers that, but he quickly shakes his head.] You need rest. [his eyes flash to baein.] Both of you.

[ he feels too calm and that worries him suddenly.

He’s watching emotions roll over the fae’s features, feels them like they were his own and he knows this feeling. It’s that deadly calm right before something snaps inside of you and everyone should start praying that they get out of the way in time.

His head tips curiously when Sungki makes that statement, and he reaches for his face. ]

Don’t do that. Don’t put weight where it’s not needed. His was a warning, yours was a calling. You’re everything to me - he’s a part of me.

[ his brow furrows and he glances at Baein. ]

You’re part of me.

[ baein looks up at them again at the continued exchange, and for a second, he thinks sungki is going to follow up on his comment that he wasn't first, but the fae surprises him again when he's included in the other's care, no matter how strained it might be. and the hacker would quip back normally, if they weren't in this kind of situation.

and he's weary to his bones, can feel hunter's exhaustion like a layer on top of his own, but also sense the low key tension in the air. because it's telling, what hunter is talking about, and while baein knows he hasn't really told him much, he's is well aware that whatever happened to hunter was done to him with intent. sungki's expression speaks vengeance, after all, and baein would gladly join him for it.

a warning. because he's. they're... the same? baein's lips part around a soft inhale, and he sits up a little straighter, not entirely without a wince. ]

And you're a part of me...

Edited 2023-01-24 22:09 (UTC)

[it's easy to draw a lot of dark things out of sungki - his jealousy, his spite, his sharp tongue. he lets it flow freely. but his anger is surprisingly different. the exchanges that he's had with others in the house have never been in anger. the insults and barbs are a game to him, it's just that others don't always find it very fun. sungki's anger, his real anger, is something different. it's silent and cold. like now.

people have hurt someone who's his, and they're going to answer for it. he's pissed and impatient, and that's what's really bothering him. but it's easy to blame it on this "twinning' that's happening right in front of his eyes.]

You're the same. Fine. Then you shouldn't have any problem sharing this bed for a few more hours. [but just to clarify:] To sleep.

[ Hunter deadpans the best he can in his current state and sighs. ]

We aren’t even remotely interested in touching each others junk, now or any other day.

[ which obviously isn’t an insult. Hunter and Baein likes to banter and flirt but it never has and never would go beyond the occasional butt touch or attempted smooching.

Hunter is absolutely, disgustingly, devoted to (1) Yard Gremlin.

But he does feel the anger in him. It’s something Hunter appreciates to some degree because it’s new and seems to be revolving around him.

There’s an argument there on his tongue because he doesn’t want his fae to leave. Not now. Not when he feels completely vulnerable, but he knows that this heat won’t just go away. It will fester inside of the other until it bursts - probably on the wrong people. ]

I love you.

[ This time around the words feel heavier, deeper…needy and possessive. ]

Don’t be gone long….

[ baein is too tired to take that kind of blatant accusation without basis, despite the fact that sungki is angry, and even if baein can tell he's just an outlet for the fae. he sighs, though. ]

What he said. At this point, I thought you were aware of this.

[ but being in the way between two lovers like this is weird. he'd leave himself, if his legs would carry him, and if he could stand the idea of not staying in hunter's immediate vicinity at the moment. which... the thought itself makes him a little nauseous. ]

That too. Don't keep him waiting.

[ he can afford to say that much, can he? baein wants to see hunter upset as little as sungki does. and he can recognize the tone of voice in his "twin" or whatever hunter is. ]

[hunter is terrifying when it comes right down to it. it's not his powers, or his broken wings, or even his ability to eat noodles so spicy that they would burn a hole in the guts of most mortal men. it's the fact that he could lie. he could lie right to his face, and the fae finds that truly scary.

and that's where his trust comes in, though it might not seem like it as much as he voices these little suspicions. hunter could lie to him, but sungki doesn't believe for a second that he is, or ever will. he sweeps some of the other's hair aside before leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.]

Love you too. I'll be back before the sun rises, you have my word.

[he'd steadily collected things from hunter's memories for this very moment: a landmark, a name on the name tag pinned to a white jacket, faces. he won't get to everyone, not tonight. he needs just enough to take the edge off the frozen fire inside of him.]

Take care of him. [this is directed at bae, even though he's fully aware that the hacker can barely take care of himself at this moment.] The mothlings will get you anything you need.

[sungki lifts the window, hops onto the sill and flutters his own wings before smirking back at him.]

And I meant what I said about the shirt. That was designer.

[because yes, he is the annoying type to pay $140 for a plain white t-shirt.

and with that, he's gone.]

[ Hunter wouldn’t ever lie to Sungki. He’s been tempted before but finds guilt nagging him too deeply to follow through. He made a vow to himself not to - the fae couldn’t lie to him (and he chooses to trust that he wouldn’t want to anyway) therefore he shouldn’t be able to either.

But he always sees that little fear in Sungki’s eyes.

It’s there now, but he doesn’t say anything.

He nods slowly and keeps his eyes on him; noting every movement, every detail even if he’d done that everyday since that first night in the yard.

And oh! He can take care of himself, thank you very much! —and yet he glances at the mothlings where they flutter: thank you.

So much keeps happening. Whiplash everywhere he looks——

And he glances at Baein with a look that says: He means you.

Before looking at the window. ]

Idiot. Don’t buy designer in white.

[ he mutters… ]

White is just a stain magnet.

And who takes care of me?

[ the whine is overexaggerated, mostly to hide that he's feeling out of place and a little vulnerable too, an intentional or unintentional third wheel. but he looks to hunter next. ]

And don't say you will, it doesn't count and you shouldn't even be standing up.

[ and of course sungki means baein. who else here is a megacorporation owner with more money than he really cares for? baein is, that's who. he could buy you a truck of shirts, but who even needs that? ]

Maybe I'll buy you a red one instead. It wouldn't even show up on it.

[ now he's just being annoying on purpose, crossing his arms where he's sitting on the bed and trying to look like he's not actually hurting right now. ]

[ Hunter waves Baein off a little - he is fine. The bleeding has stopped and hes ignoring the pain for now.

But with Sungki gone, he watches the window for a long moment, already wanting him to come back. But does he feel bad about what he knows is about to happen? No. Should he? He feels like he’s supposed to, but he just can’t find the shits to give.

They dug their own graves.

He finally takes a breath and goes back to the bed where he gingerly lays back down onto it to give the wings somewhere to lay and stop tugging at healing flesh. ]

I’ll take care of you.

[ baein just huffs and tilts to the side, slowly easing himself down on the bed, facing hunter. his expression is caught in something soft but bittersweet, almost. ]

You're as injured as me. Just rest instead.

Treehouse AU - Open Post.

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