You're Mine, I'm Yours II

Part 28

One Year Later

The farm stretched far into the horizon, a beautiful expanse of rolling green fields dotted with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze. The farmhouse sat at the heart of it all, a warm and inviting structure with its white walls, wide windows, and a wrap-around porch that overlooked the land. The clear blue sky above seemed to stretch endlessly, with only a few fluffy clouds floating lazily by. It was peaceful here-quiet, serene, and far removed from the chaos they'd left behind.

First stood in the middle of the field, dressed in an old, worn jumper, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was damp with sweat, and his skin glistened under the midday sun as he worked tirelessly on the crops. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he straightened up and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. The gentle wind kissed his face, carrying with it the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers.

He let out a deep, contented sigh, his eyes drifting up to the sky. For a moment, he stood there, taking it all in. This was the life he'd dreamed of, the life he had fought so hard to reach. A life with Khaotung, far from the shadows of the past.

Eventually, he dusted off his hands and made his way back to the farmhouse. The living room greeted him first-a large, cozy space filled with Khaotung's touches. A mix of their favorite furniture, mismatched but perfectly them, filled the room. Soft throws were draped over the couch, and the walls were lined with photos of the two of them, along with books and trinkets they'd collected over the past year. Cats lounged around lazily, one stretched out on the windowsill while another darted after a ball of yarn across the floor. Their dog, a big, fluffy ball of energy, trotted up to First, tail wagging.

"Hey, buddy," First said with a warm smile, crouching down to scratch behind the dog's ears. The dog leaned into his touch, his tongue lolling happily. "You're always waiting for me, huh?"

After a moment, First made his way to the kitchen, the soft thud of his boots against the wooden floor echoing in the quiet house. The space was warm and inviting, bathed in golden light from the setting sun filtering through the window. The scent of fresh flowers from a vase on the counter mingled with the lingering aroma of something sweet-perhaps the remnants of Khaotung's earlier baking attempt.

He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water, the cool liquid soothing as he took a long sip. A moment of stillness settled around him, but it was quickly interrupted by the soft creak of the back door.

Turning, First caught sight of Khaotung stepping inside. His boyfriend, lover, his everything's presence alone was enough to brighten the space, but today, he looked especially endearing-dressed in loose, comfortable clothes, his hair slightly damp from a recent shower. His expression, however, shifted the moment he saw First standing there, concern flickering in his warm, brown eyes.

"You're supposed to be taking it easy, not running yourself into the ground," Khaotung chided, his tone lighthearted but laced with genuine worry.

"I'm fine," First reassured him, setting the glass down. "You worry too much."

Khaotung didn't argue. Instead, he crossed the room in a few steps and slid his arms around First's waist from behind, pressing his cheek against his shoulder. The warmth of his body, the way he fit against First so naturally, sent a comforting shiver down First's spine.

"How could I not?" Khaotung murmured, his lips brushing against the fabric of First's shirt before pressing a tender kiss to his back.

A slow smile spread across First's lips. He turned in Khaotung's arms, his hands finding the familiar curves of his waist as he pulled him closer. "I think you just like fussing over me," he teased, voice playful.