Two Gods || Jaywon

Savior of the prophet

"They were not supposed to meet so soon! How could this have happened?!"

"Maybe if you took care of your son instead of peeking on mine constantly, we wouldn't be in this situation!"

"I don't usually need to take care of my son! He's growing up just fine! It's your fault I'm so worried for yours!"

"Look at this disaster!"

Jongseong wanted to answer "yes" and to reach his hand towards the boy. But his body refused to move.

"I see, you're in quite a bad shape. Can you speak?"

Again, Jongseong tried to talk, but barely a sound came out of his mouth, his tired eyes staring at the boy, barely blinking.

The boy's face hardened, he seemed troubled by Jongseong terrible state.

"That's worrying...If you'll let me, I'll help you."
The boy got even closer.
"I'm going to carry you, so, please don't move brusquely nor panic. Blink three times if I'm doing anything you don't want me to do."

Jongseong would have laughed at the young boy and his ridiculously thin body for proposing to carry him, if he wasn't himself just skin and bones.

When the hands of the boy touched his skin, Jongseong felt warmth, like he'd never felt before. No chimney's fire nor sun ray had ever come close to this feeling.

The boy lifted him with insulting ease and explained,

"I'm going to carry you to the temple. I'll heal you myself there, so hang in there, ok?"

The words of his creator urging him to stay alive, the words that kept him going for all these years, suddenly felt so insignificant to Jongseong.

When instead, with such a gentle tone he was asked to "hang in there" by his savior, how could he ever think of letting himself die?

Jongseong let himself get carried across the city while his eyes slowly lost their vision. He heard some voices asking the boy why he was carrying a stranger, he heard some complaints, but the boy would brush them all off, and finally, they reached the temple.

*

The temple hospital was as grandiose as the rest of the building, with its gothic architecture and insanely high ceilings. The beds however, weren't too comfortable, if you asked most of the patients, but to Jongseong, of course, nothing had ever felt softer.

When he woke up, Jongseong had a vague memory of a bright light and of his chest burning up, throwing heat all throughout his body, all while hearing the boy's voice whispering.

After gaining back his senses, he tried to move. From the top of his head to the tip of his toes, for the first time in his life, he wasn't feeling any pain at all. He tried to turn his head left and right, and finally, slowly got up.

"You're awake!"