Scattered [ONF ff]

Chapter 2

Staring out the window, Hyojin replayed the last few days through his head. How his safe haven was invaded, his peace was disturbed. His fight or flight response hadn't left him since they arrived. Since the main building had become infected, he had taken to working mostly in his own house now, turning the small room next to his bedroom into an office. It only had a small desk with an office chair and a small lounge corner with a chair and a coffee table.

He disliked being so anxious all the time, he didn't regret helping wounded beings, but he wished they could quickly find safety and leave. Yet he kept caring for them, knowing that sending them away would be giving them a death sentence. He cooked for them, checked up on them, yet wanted them to just leave.

He was twirling his pen around as a short "hey!" made him jump in his chair, he recognized the voice and instantly felt annoyed.

"Why are you here?" Hyojin asked the buggy blond that was standing behind him.

"Wondering what you are up to," Seungjun answered reluctantly and petted one of the cats laying in the windowsill. "What's its name?"

"I don't know, ask Minkyun. He leaves out food for them so cats just gather here," Hyojin shrugged. "Anyway, don't you have anything better to do? Training? Help Kyun? Anything but be here?"

"No. Minkyun asked who wanted to help and I'm not here to play farm boy. And with you also not being there, I wondered what your job was."

"Lots of boring number things you probably have no clue about," Hyojin mumbled and slouched over his desk again.

However, Seungjun shuffling around him, inspecting his room, was way too distracting. He sighed loudly and switched to mindlessly answering emails from companies and trading partners. Starting any semblance of a conversation would just end in frustrations and bickering that he didn't want to deal with at the moment.

"What is your relationship with Minkyun, anyway?" Seungjun started out of the blue.

"What do you care?" Hyojin scoffed.

"Nothing. Just, you don't seem like lovers, and I don't see you in any family portraits."

Hyojin turned to look at Seungjun, who was scanning one of the shelves. "We're friends," he said honestly, "he gave me a home, just like he's doing to you guys. He's too good for his own safety," Hyojin muttered and began playing with the lid of his pen. As he noticed himself falling into his thoughts, he swiveled his chair around. "Can you leave? You're distracting."

"Nah," Seungjun gave back and settled on the sofa chair that decorated the corner of Hyojin's tiny office.

Being done trying to reason with the buggy blond, Hyojin turned around and continued his work. At least Seungjun stayed quiet, so Hyojin could do his tasks relatively undisturbed.

Not long after, he turned back around and saw Seungjun still on the sofa chair. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open as his head laid against the low back rest.

Hyojin scoffed. "Unsightly, for a dragonborn."

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Changyun blinked. His sharp, focused vision turned normal. The dense plates on his body ebbed away, leaving velvet skin behind. An odd sensation tingled through his limbs as they became soft. He stretched out his wings before tucking them back in.

"You don't look as I expected," was the first comment Minkyun made after he finally got the brace off Changyun, letting him transform back into a human form.