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Mork is sitting on the balcony, feeling the wind brush his face and enjoying the smell of Jasmine while taking a quiet moment, deep in thoughts about the past.
He’s been quieter today and he knows that Day has noticed the change from their usual dynamic, but the other boy hasn’t brought it up yet, although Mork knows that it’s only a matter of time.
Mork knows that Day must be worrying about him and he truly doesn’t mean to be a cause for concern, but he can’t help it. Not today, of all days.
Before too long, Mork is suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when he hears the door to the balcony open behind him and the ever familiar “P’Mork” following right after.
Mork turns around and sees Day crossing the threshold to enter the balcony, and he instantly gets up to walk over to him and help Day over.
As he gets closer, Mork sees a flash of purple before Day hides whatever he is holding behind his back, but he ignores it for the moment, focusing on safely accompanying his boyfriend to sit on the bench instead.
Mork walks Day towards the bench, pulling him gently by the hand, before sitting down next to him, close enough that their shoulders are brushing against each other.
“Is everything okay ?” he asks in a small voice once they are settled, although he’s not too worried when he sees how calm and peaceful Day seems right now.
“I’m fine,” his boyfriend answers, turning towards him and softly smiling up at him, while squeezing his hand gently at the same time in reassurance.
Before Mork has the time to say anything else, Day pulls the small bouquet he was hiding behind his back and extends it to Mork, still bearing the smallest smile on his face.
“It’s for you,” Day whispers, and Mork feels his breath catch in his throat at the sight.
Hydrangeas. P’Rung’s favourites.
Mork reaches out to take the small bouquet of flowers out of Day’s hand, fingers shaking as he does, and he swallows nervously, small tears welling in his eyes at the sight of the familiar flowers on this day.
“How did you know ?” he asks softly, and although there is no way that Day can see the tears quietly falling down on his cheeks at the sight of the bouquet, his boyfriend knows him well enough to hear the emotion in his voice and lifts his hands to feel his way up his body until he can gently wipe the tears from his face.
“P’ Porjai told me it was her birthday today,” Day says with a soft voice, still caressing Mork’s cheeks.
Although he can’t quite take his eyes away from the beautiful flowers yet, Mork lifts the hand he has free to delicately squeeze Day’s wrist, communicating his gratefulness through the gesture.
After a few seconds of silence, Mork turns his sight to Day and sees the soft and pained look on his face. Mork is still getting used to being loved so much that his own pain can cause Day to feel pain in return and he feels his own chest hollow further at the sight of a pained Day. As much as sharing those emotions can hurt, he wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything either.
He puts the flowers on his lap and turns his face slightly to press a kiss to the palm of Day’s hand which is still resting on his cheek, before he gently takes both of Day’s hands in his own and drops them in his lap, right next to the flowers.
“I miss her,” he says softly, emotion still clear in his voice and he feels Day squeeze his hands gently in his.
“I know,” he answers quietly, before using one of his hands to feel up Mork’s chest until it reaches his neck and he gently lays his hand down the back of it, prompting Mork to slowly drop his forehead against his own.
No other words are necessary and Mork soaks all of the comfort that Day’s presence is bringing him.
Since they got together, Mork and Day have had many conversations about his sister and there isn’t anything that hasn’t been shared. The sadness, the anger, the guilt, the regrets… Mork has already talked with Day about all of those emotions and although they both know that he will never fully heal from them, he’s in a much better place than he was when he first met Day.
Still, today he misses his sister and he’s grateful for having Day in his life to soothe the pain a little.
Mork nuzzles Day’s nose gently before suddenly lifting his head and turning it towards the side when he hears the door to the balcony open behind them.
Night is standing at the entrance, clearly not having expected his brother and Mork to be there and not knowing what to do after having interrupted the moment. The door closes back behind him with a soft noise, and silence remains for a few seconds.
Mork turns back towards Day and sees him frown towards where the noise came from, clearly waiting for the other person to say something to indicate who they are.
“You know older siblings, they do the best they can even when their actions disappoint us,” Mork says softly, and understanding at who the person who just joined them must be draws on Day’s face.
“You’re the one who reminded me of that,” whispers Mork, making sure no one but Day can hear his words. “Maybe it’s time I remind you as well.”
Before Day has the time to answer, Night’s voice comes from behind them.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you guys were there, I’ll leave.”
Mork doesn’t turn towards the voice, eyes riveted on Day where he can see the indecision clearly written on his face, and right as the door to go back into the house opens once again, Day finally speaks up.
“Night…,”
Mork turns around slightly and sees that Night has stopped in his tracks, waiting for his brother to finish his thoughts before deciding on what his next actions should be, fleeing probably at the top of his list.
“You should stay,” says Day with a shaky voice, and Mork smiles proudly at the words, although he knows that Day won’t be able to see it.
Day may not say it, but Mork knows that he misses his brother and in spite of everything that may have happened between them, Mork knows that those two love each other. He can see it clearly every time Night watches Day when the other boy can’t see it.
Deciding that it is high time for those two to start mending their relationship and proud of Day for taking the first step, Mork bends towards Day’s shoulder and presses a small kiss there, before standing up to leave the two brothers alone.
Day looks around him with fear written all over his face and keeps holding Mork’s hand in his own, his grip tight.
At the gesture, Mork feels his heart constrict in his chest, the sight of Day in distress never becoming easier no matter how many months have passed since they first met.
“I’ll be right inside if you need me,” he says gently, knowing that it’s past time the two brothers had this conversation and cleared the air between them.
He sees Day tighten his shoulders and feels him squeeze his fingers, before he nods and slowly lets go of his hand, prompting a proud smile out of Mork.
That’s his Day.
Ever so brave, although he sometimes needs a push to realize just how much he can do and how strong he truly is.
Mork bends down to press a kiss to Day’s hair, before he makes his way out of the balcony, lifting a hand to squeeze Night’s shoulder in a show of support as he passes him when he sees the shocked look on the other man’s face.
Once inside, Mork stands there and doesn’t quite close the door behind him, wanting to be close by in case he needs to intervene to separate the two brothers or Day needs him, although he doesn’t think that will be necessary seeing the look both Day and Night sported when he walked out.
From his spot in the corridor, Mork sees Night tentatively walk towards the bench before sitting down next to Day, leaving as much space in between them as he can.
The two boys sit in silence for a couple minutes, long enough that Mork is seriously considering going back outside just to stop the awkwardness he can feel falling upon them from all the way inside the house, but before he makes up his mind, Night’s voice suddenly fills the air.
“Day,” Night starts saying gently, only to be interrupted by Day’s voice.
“I can’t really say I’m sorry P’,” Days announces, and Mork can hear the emotion in his voice already. “I know I said some awful things to you and you deserve an apology for them, but I can’t do it.”
“Day, you have nothing to apologize for,” Night attempts to say, before once again being interrupted by Day.
“I really do, but I’m not sure I can apologize and actually mean it,” Day answers back. “ When I lost my sight, I felt like my world was ending, and as unfair as that may seem, I needed someone to blame and someone to be angry at, and you were that person.”
Silence follows his statement, and although Day has never openly spoken about the situation and the cause of the tension between him and Night with him, Mork understands fully what Day is trying to say.
After P’Rung passed away, anger at his sister was the only thing that kept him together while he was in jail. Mork understands all too well the emotions Day must have felt.
“So I can’t say I’m sorry, but I can say this. It wasn’t your fault,” Day concludes, and Night instantly answers back, his voice shaking.
“Day, I’m the one who was driving the car,” he contests.
Mork closes his eyes at the confession, feeling his chest hollow with the pain that both brothers must have felt when the tragedy occurred.
Day had never directly told him what happened the night he lost in sight, only having said it happened through a car accident. But over the months they’ve known each other and been together, Mork had gathered enough to understand that the chances of Night being involved in the accident that cost Day his sight were high.
Still, hearing the confirmation, Mork feels his heart break further for this family and what they must have gone through.
Before his thoughts run away from him, Mork is pulled away from them by Day’s voice speaking up.
“It was an accident Night,” he says in a small voice, the conversation clearly bringing painful memories back up.
A few seconds pass, and Mork can imagine Day swallowing the pain away.
“It was an accident,” he repeats, sounding more sure of himself now. “Sure you were the one driving that night, but it could have very easily been me.”
Silence follows the statement and Mork can see Day lift his shoulder in defeat and shake his head.
“I blamed you because frankly, I don’t know how I would have survived that first year without my anger. It was all the only thread I had to hang on to,” and oh how Mork wishes that Day couldn’t relate to that feeling, that Day had never known the type of pain that ignites anger as a survival mechanism.
Yet he knows it’s something they’ve both lived through, and will always share.
“But let me repeat, it wasn’t your fault,” Day says, finality in his voice.
Night’s chest shakes with the emotion he’s trying to reign in although it’s more than evident even from where Mork is standing, before he turns towards Day, tears running down his face.
“Thank you for saying this,” he says so quietly that Mork can barely hear him from where he’s still inside.
“You should still know, I am so so sorry,” Night continues, heartbreak clear in his voice.
Mork knows for certain that although Day can’t see the tears running down his brother’s face, he can surely hear them.
“You have no idea what I would give for you to have your sight back. If I could trade my eyes for yours, I would do it in a second,” Night continues, causing Day to whip towards him and glare instantly and Mork to wince at the words.
“Never say that again,” Day says harshly, drawing a look of surprise from Night.
“Day,” he contests gently, but his younger brother interrupts him.
“No Night, this is important,” he states firmly. “Losing my sight was the hardest thing I’ve ever been through in my life, I wouldn’t wish it on anyone and I wouldn’t want anyone in my life to have to go through this.”
Mork can feel his throat close at the pain Day has lived through in the past, but he knows his boyfriend enough to know that Day’s outlook on his blindness has changed now and he’s come to terms with his situation.
“It’s been the hardest thing I’ve lived through, but it’s also part of who I am today,” Day states and Mork can feel pride welling in his chest, knowing how much his boyfriend had worked through to get to this point. “Being blind doesn’t define me, but it’s still a part of me and although it’s sometimes far from easy, I’m happy today, Night.”
Mork can feel emotion grow within him at how far Day has come since he’s met him, and how proud of him he feels.
“So please, never repeat that,” Day states again, and Mork can see Night bopping his head in agreement although he knows that Day can’t see the movement.
Silence reigns over the two boys for a few seconds, and Mork holds his breath, wondering if Night is going to further anger Day by pursuing with this ignorant train of thought or if the other man has finally understood.
“God, my little brother is so mature now,” he finally settles on, prompting a small laugh out of Day.
“Yeah well… let’s say that I have a whole new vision of what life is now,” Day retorts and although Mork laughs softly at the sarcastic remark, he can only imagine how shocked Night must be at hearing his younger brother joke this way about his blindness.
“It was a joke Night,” Day continues, and Mork can imagine the way his boyfriend must be rolling his eyes right now, traces of the sassy little shit he was when they first met still very present in Day’s personality.
“You had such a grand opening, don’t go just yet,” Day had once sassed him when they first met, forever changing Mork’s life.
The reassurance about the joke pulls a small laugh out of Night, and he bumps Day’s shoulder with his fist in answer.
“Asshole,” Night snorts, and Mork can picture Day’s answering smirk.
“You know, although I’ve lost a lot,” Day says softly after a while, sobering once again. “Being blind has also brought me so much in life.”
“You mean like Mork ?” Night asks, and Mork can hear the tentative joking tone in the other man’s words, probably wanting nothing more than to tease his younger brother but not knowing quite where they stand yet.
Silence follows the statement, before Day finally answers.
“Amongst other things,” he finally mumbles, prompting a huge smirk to grow on Mork’s face.
After months together, Mork has grown secure enough in his relationship with Day to know that he is in fact one of the factors that makes Day’s life happier nowadays, just like Day is one of the main reasons for him being happier in return.
Him and Day might not say it out loud often, but they both know what they share and how precious it is.
Still, the words are always pleasant to hear and Mork can imagine how much Day must have hated having to admit that out loud to his older brother, which is an added bonus. He doesn’t even have to close his eyes to imagine the redness that’s probably growing on his boyfriend’s face right now.
Mork can’t help but chuckle at how adorable the sight must be.
“So what now ?” Night asks in a small voice, bringing Mork back to the conversation he is witnessing, and sobering him back up.
“Now we move on,” Day answers, seeming a lot more sure of himself than Mork is sure he’s actually feeling. “You said you’re sorry, and I said I’m not, and we just move on.”
Silence follows the statement, and Mork knows that Night is probably thinking deeply about what he wants to say next. What the next step to mend his relationship with his younger brother should be.
“Okay,” he finally settles on, a small smile on his face. “I know you and Mork are usually glued at the hip these days…”
“Hey !” interrupts Day, only to be promptly ignored by his older brother.
“But would you like me to accompany you to a badminton game one day, just like we used to ?” Night asks, and if Mork can hear the hope in his voice, he’s certain Day can as well, the other man having become quite good at using his ears to discern emotions instead of his eyes.
“Yes that would be great,” answers Day instantly, which makes Mork smile, happy for his boyfriend. “Gee has a game in a couple days, do you want to come with me ? Mork is the worst when it comes to commenting, it would help to have someone who actually knows what he’s talking about there with me.”
Mork rolls his eyes and snorts silently at his boyfriend’s dramatic words and slight jab, but he remains silent at the accusation, realizing the importance of the olive branch Day has just extended towards Night.
“That sounds good,” Night says with a nod, before he gets up from the bench and smiles down at Day.
“I’ll go and call your boyfriend back. I know how grumpy you both become when you’re apart from each other for too long,” he says teasingly, finally feeling secure enough to actually joke around with his younger brother.
Mork can hear him chuckle as he avoids Day’s flying hand, probably trying to smack down whatever part of Night’s body it could reach.
“Shut up P’,” Day answers back, but he doesn’t refute the statement either, a fact which doesn’t go unnoticed by Mork.
Night laughs as he walks back towards the entrance before pausing when he sees Mork peering just outside of the open door.
Mork looks at him and lifts his eyebrows, silently daring Night to say something about Mork listening in on their conversation in case it went sideways, but Night just chuckles and taps his shoulder while passing him, oddly reminiscent of the gesture of support Mork had shown him earlier.
As soon as Night has left his sight, Mork walks back on the balcony and belines for the bench to sit next to Day, a lot closer than Night was a couple minutes ago.
Day turns towards him and smiles, humor lightening his eyes.
“So how much of the conversation did you hear ?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and a smirk that instantly disappears upon hearing Mork’s answer.
“Enough to know I am such a beacon of light in your life, Nong Day,” Mork answers sarcastically, a huge smile on his face. “I”m so glad to know how happy you are thanks to me, truly I don’t know what you would do without me.”
“Asshole,” answers Day, rolling his eyes and playfully hitting towards where he thinks Mork’s shoulder is, but actually hitting his lower arm instead.
He doesn’t contest the words though, which has happiness welling in Mork’s chest and encourages him to put an arm around Day’s shoulders and press a kiss to his cheek.
Day’s smile comes back at the gesture, and he leans on the side a little until his head can comfortably rest against Mork’s shoulder, face hidden in the other man's neck.
“Are you okay ?” Mork prompts gently after a few seconds of comfortable silence.
He knows that in spite of the self-assured front Day was putting in front of Night, the conversation must have taken a toll on the other boy and although he truly believes it was a necessary one, Mork knows it can’t have been easy.
“I will be,” Day answers softly, and Mork nods to accept the answer, knowing that Day will be able to feel the gesture from where he is resting against him.
He knows the relationship between Day and Night isn’t fixed yet, only time will do that. Still, he’s confident that the brothers will one day be back to where they used to be, and he’s so happy for Day for gaining back part of the family he thought he had lost.
“Are you okay ?” Day asks after a few minutes, pulling Mork out of his thoughts and reminding him of the day it is.
“I will be,” Mork parrots back, squeezing Day’s shoulder in thanks.
The pain at having lost P’Rung will never go away completely, Mork knows that.
Still, surrounded by the old and new family he’s gained the past few months in the form of Porjai and Day, he knows he’ll be okay.
He’s healing, he’s not alone and he’s happy. That’s all P’Rung has ever wanted for him.
He feels Day’s hand reach down to his thigh and squeeze it gently in support.
“Do you want to go and see your sister ?” Day prompts softly, pressing a small kiss to Mork’s neck.
“Actually, yes. Let’s do that,” Mork whispers back, before getting up and pulling his boyfriend up with him, putting Day’s hand around his arm the way they usually do when they walk together.
Mork never thought he’d get to this point, but the thought of celebrating his sister’s birthday by sitting next to her grave and talking to her with Day by his side is exactly what he wants to do right now.
“Should we watch a movie later on though ?” he offers as they walk out of the balcony, and he sees Day nod eagerly when he turns towards him.
“Goddamn older siblings taking so much time out of our day,” Mork mumbles although they both know he doesn’t mean it, only to prompt Day into hitting his shoulder, scandalized.
“P’Mork !” he squeaks, and Mork laughs at the reaction. “Don’t say that, you know we love them.”
Mork says nothing in answer, continuing to walk with a soft smile on his face.
Day’s right after all, they do. They really do.