The Royal Husband (taynew fanfic)

Repercussions (2)

"Let's take care of that, shall we?" Tay suggested softly as he sat down beside New. He opened the jar and took a small cotton bud, dipping it into the ointment before gently applying it to New's bruised lips.

As Tay applied the ointment, New flinched slightly at the contact, wincing in discomfort. Tay noticed New's reaction and blew gently on the affected area as he continued to apply the ointment, his touch light and careful.

New watched Tay intently, feeling a slight blush creep onto his cheeks as he observed Tay up close. Tay remained focused on the task at hand, his attention solely on applying the ointment to New's lips.

When he finished, Tay realized that their faces were very close, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. He hesitated for a moment, studying New's features before quickly regaining his composure.

New turned his face away, a faint flush still lingering on his cheeks as he muttered a quick "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Tay replied softly, his voice slightly husky as he pulled back, giving New some space.

Tay took a deep breath, silently cursing himself for the sudden rush of emotions that had overtaken him. Tay cleared his throat, sensing the need to break the silence that lingered between them. With a hesitant tone, he broached a sensitive topic.

"New, if you don't mind me asking, could you tell me about your mother?" Tay inquired gently, his voice laced with empathy and understanding. He knew that discussing such personal matters could be difficult, but he also recognized the importance of acknowledging and honoring New's memories of his mother.

New's expression softened as memories of his mother flooded his mind. With a wistful smile, he began to speak, his voice tinged with both sadness and fondness.

"My mother was... she was kind, gentle, and incredibly loving," New started, his words carrying a mixture of warmth and sorrow. "She had this way of making everyone around her feel cherished and cared for."

As he spoke, New's eyes glazed over with a distant look, lost in the reverie of cherished moments from the past. "She had a laugh that could light up a room and a smile that could brighten even the darkest of days," he continued, his voice growing softer with each word.

"But she was also strong, fiercely so," New added, a hint of pride in his tone. "She faced challenges with grace and resilience, always putting others before herself."

A bittersweet smile played on New's lips as he reminisced about the times he had spent with his mother, the memories both comforting and painful. Yet despite the sadness that lingered in his heart, there was also a sense of gratitude for having known such a remarkable woman.

"And even though she's no longer with us," New concluded, his voice filled with quiet resolve, "her love continues to guide me every day."

As he finished speaking, New glanced at Tay, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and gratitude for having shared such intimate memories with him. He knew that opening up about his mother had been difficult, but he also felt a sense of relief in knowing that he was not alone in his grief.