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Someone—Nam-gyu, he realizes, almost immediately—grabs his trembling hands and holds them in his own.
“Su-bong,” Nam-gyu whispers desperately, like he’s trying to talk him down from something crazy, like he’s scared or something. “Su-bong, baby, calm down, okay, hey, look at me. Look at me, Su-bong, yeah, there you go. You’re safe. You’re safe and you’re here and we’re here and you’re not there anymore. See?” Nam-gyu waves his fingers in front of his eyes, then gestures vaguely to the room around them. “You’re home, we’re home. You’re here. You’re not there anymore. They can’t hurt you here. Won’t let them.”
Nam-gyu’s fingers grip his shoulders, tight and grounding, and he wants to cry. Shuddering breaths, quiet sniffles. He half expects Nam-gyu to make a snide comment, or at the very least tease him a little, but he does not. He only holds him closer, fingers entangling in his hair, lips grazing his temple.
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Moving on from the trauma left by the games is harder than Su-bong thought it would be.
- a continuation of 'oh, is there nothing left to do for us?' but can be read as a standalone!
Series
- Part 3 of thangyu fest ☆