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“Just trust me-”
“Trust?! You very well know that is no longer a word in your awful vocabulary, dear Kwon,” Woozi sneered, anger and anxiety rising in his veins. “You betrayed our Tsaritsa. You know this. My, I should have you hung!”
He stormed off to pace around his office, anywhere to get away from the betrayer at his feet. Not only did it pain him to be the one suffering the future gripe of The Captain, the fact it was his own lover that committed insanity pierced his heart as well.
“I… I’m sorry, Jihoon, I-”
“Your apologies don’t make up for this crime!” Woozi cried, heels furiously and urgently sounding off on the tile floor. He fell to the floor to match his lover’s height, eyes brimming with tears and a pained laugh without humour as he held his face in his cold hands. “You… Kwon Soonyoung… Esteemed Hoshi, second-in-command to the Fair Lady herself… You have ruined it all.”
Hoshi dropped his head again, “I will fix this, I promise.”
“Fix?!” Woozi laughed. “How? With what? Bloodshed? Families killed and poor children knocking at our door, crying at Our Lady’s feet?” He scoffed, “The Tsaritsa may take pity on her lone children, but she will not spare the traitor that made them as such.”
Hoshi gritted his teeth, finally standing up. “Help me, Jihoon. I beg .”
Woozi followed the action, hardening his jaw. He didn’t know how far his other half was willing to go. What if Hoshi threw him under the rug in the future? No… Soonyoung wouldn’t do that. They promised themselves to each other in every facet of life. Together they faced whatever the Tsaritsa needed of them and rose to be the twins of The Sixth; a vacancy held open for decades. But now, with such a betrayal… Jihoon didn’t know if Soonyoung would do the same.
Now more softly, Jihoon raised a loving hand to Soonyoung’s cheek. “A mistake of this magnitude is irreversible. I know you know this, Soonie,” Jihoon murmured. Soonyoung sighed, regret filling his veins. “I understand. But I cannot lose now. We- cannot lose now. We have both come so far. We cannot go back. So Jihoon… please .”
Soonyoung brought Jihoon into a warm embrace against the wintery winds slamming against the windows, screaming to get in. The absolute feeling of comfort and home enveloped Jihoon in Soonyoung’s Harbinger coat as his hand brushed against the cool metal of the Hydro delusion his lover proudly wore. Jihoon’s own Cryo delusion glowed in its holder in response, reminding him of their everlasting and inexplicable bond. He was just as much of Soonyoung as he was of Jihoon. As the Twins of The Sixth, they were never apart. Their Freeze-oriented delusions spoke to it as Soonyoung liked to brag to other Fatui after missions, “We bring Snezhnaya to the people of Teyvat!”
Like Cryo and Hydro, neither of them were completely successful on their own. Jihoon needed Soonyoung as much as Soonyoung needed him. And if one intel breach got in the way of their lifelong promise to each other, then they were simply not made for each other.
So, fuck the intel breach. Fuck the Common who listened in anyway. And fuck the rats who decided to sell on a previously unknown black market for intel. If anything, maybe Soonyoung should be rewarded for uncovering this market. Hopefully Jihoon can sway The Captain when he tries to turn this into a discovery report in the future.
But for now, he hugs Soonyoung back, trying to affirm their promises once again, “We made a deal, my dearest,” He murmurs into his lover’s warm layers, the other’s beating heart calming his nerves. Soonyoung hummed, comforted by Jihoon’s willingness, “ A promise , Jihoon.” He would do better next time. And maybe take care of anyone who looked to be listening in.