OffGun November Collection of Drabbles 2022

Fate (Sean/White)

Author's note: Part 23/?? of Sean/White doctor story. If you forgot it's a continuation of September drabbles. 

White woke up much later alone, without Black by his side. He felt panic and the familiar tension in his chest. Sitting up, he tried to locate his brother, but everything was blurry without his glasses. 

"Black is smoking outside." Sean's voice echoed from beside him. White turned his head in his direction only to feel Sean's fingers put the glasses on him. 

"He will come back soon." Sean smiled. White nodded, not knowing how to behave in the taller's presence. 

"Thank you for helping Yok." Sean continued.

"It's nothing." White dismissed his gratefulness. It was his job to help, after all. 

"It's not. You were great back there. We all panicked, yet you stayed calm. I don't know what would happen without you." Sean's voice was so sincere, making him blush. White bit his lower lip and chewed on it as he tried to find a more comfortable position to sit in. He was still wrapped in the blanket, only his bare feet peeking out of it. His eyes travelled to his abandoned slippers. It will be hell to go home wearing them. They were white and fluffy, exactly how White liked them. 

"Here," Sean spoke up again, interrupting his thoughts. White glanced at him, spotting the pair of sneakers in his hand. 

"They will be too big for you, but it's still better than ruining your slippers." He reasoned, handing the shoes to him. White's heart fluttered with the gesture. Sean was so kind to him. Back in Russia, no /one cared about him the way Black and the gang did. Perhaps it was s fate that caused him to run away from his abusive father. 

"The fuck are you doing?" Black stomped towards them, bursting the imaginary bubble.

"Giving him something to wear." Sean snapped back without hesitation. 

"He doesn't need that." Black retorted, attempting to snatch shoes from White. 

"So he should walk around in the slippers?" Sean's eyebrow raised, challenging Black. White's twin stopped in his track as if he remembered it only now. 

"Thank you, P'Sean," White whispered, hugging the sneakers close to his chest. The faint blush spreading across his face didn't get unnoticed by his big brother, making him growl. 

"Don't get fucking close to my baby brother," Black warned him before he snatched the shoes away from White, helping him put them on.