Title: Carry You

Fandom: Time Slip Dr. Jin

Pairing: Younghwi / Kyungtak

Rate: G

Author: tasenda

“I carried you on my back once or twice.”

Kyung Tak is drunk.

The moon is still clear and liquor is still available to drink. But Kyung Tak is already drunk.

His face was pressed against the wooden tabletop even when he was drunk and unconscious. Those eyebrows were still furrowed. It's like the pain in my heart isn't relieved.

The onlooker reached out and smoothed his slender fingers across the side of his cheek that was a little brighter than usual due to the influence of alcohol...as light as the sword wielder's hand could make it.

The hand of the person holding the sword, if intended Often lighter than usual, quieter than usual

Because it is the hand of a person who must use high concentration.

However, that hand still trembled slightly and he had to hurriedly pull it back. The bell is afraid that it will disturb the other party's sleep.

Just let him sleep and that's fine.

Even if it's a sleep that's completely ruined by the influence of alcohol, it's still good, or maybe even better.

Because Kyungtak looked so tired, his thin body seemed to be blowing in the wind. Sometimes it was like a beam weighed down too much, almost breaking and folding down, not unlike a slender branch trying to carry heavy leaves and fruit. Keep it from falling on the ground without understanding or otherwise not caring about how many of those leaves and fruits are full of worms that have rotted on the tree and should be thrown away.

He really hoped that he could be the root that supported the fragile people who always pretended to be strong so that they would not fall.

“Kyung Takki,” a deep, soft voice spoke softly with eyes closed tightly.

"Tonight, please stay at my house."

The larger man carried his slender body on his back and walked down the quiet path without anyone else. But bathed in moonlight

The figure on its back moved slightly, making an incomprehensible muttering sound. But it was enough to guess that it was a reprimand for 'Senir'.

Those who heard him couldn't help but smile at the childishness of the drunk young man, but there was sadness hidden in his smile.

Kyung Tak's sadness he couldn't help but accept.

"underfoot..."

It wasn't the first time he'd heard that voice tremble and laced with sobs.

It wasn't the first time either that warm drops of water had dripped onto his shoulder. While carrying someone on your back like tonight

At a time like this, his eyes seemed to sting. Soaked up with water as well.

gradually strong arms Kyungtak's body was gently laid down on the futon that had been prepared. Probably by his mother or else his sister.

Of course, this bed was for him, the owner of the room, but the young man gladly gave it up. Hands that held swords more often than books spread the blanket softly over the sleeping man's chest. Before that, don't forget to take out your sword and put it aside. and loosen the belt to sleep comfortably.

His trembling breaths had calmed down, but faint water stains were still evident in the corners of his eyes. A warm hand wiped it away, looking at that face with concerned eyes.

Kyungtak didn't invite him to drink today.

Not at the saddest of times. He wanted someone else the most. This person, even if he put a sword to his throat, wouldn't ask for help.

The other party rarely invited him to drink, and he usually only drank when he was still in good spirits.

Kyungtak is soft-hearted and knows himself well. Except when he had conflicts with his father, the Leftist Sena, he would become so drunk that he would lose consciousness like this.

Today, if he hadn't passed by and found him, he wouldn't have known that Kyung Tak had been drinking.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to you."

Qing spoke up first as soon as he sat down on the opposite side of the table, refusing to even look at his face. Probably because the bell was afraid that the newcomers would see the shadow of tears.

So he didn't say anything, just called for the goblet. Drinking quietly as friends

After that, there was still no need to say anything. Soon the liquor dissolved the weak-hearted person's sorrow into words. Kyung Tak tells him. How is it that the left-wing Sena is unfair in many ways? It also has no love or compassion for illegitimate children like Kyung Tak and sees it as just a service dog.

The same story, the same story that if it weren't for the other party being Kyung Tak. He probably didn't want to listen.

Kyung Tak's voice finally slurred. Finally it disappeared.

And he carried the other party back like this.

The sound of a sleeping person muttering something. The owner of the room leaned closer, uncertain. The other person may be thirsty. “Kyungtakki?”

If those eyes are still closed

"underfoot"

Those lips moved as they mumbled, “You... why...?”

The listener couldn't help but sigh and murmur comfort.

“Sleep, Kyung Takki.”

Take a rest and relieve the pain in your heart.

Because when you wake up, you will still have to fight. With this unfair life...

People left the room to find water and a cloth to wipe themselves with. People who were drunk couldn't see the beautiful pair of lips move, and they couldn't hear the soft whisper of the wind.

“Young Hwi”