Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

book 2 chp: 50

(M/N) sighed out, letting his shoulders relax after a moment. He felt Suna's gaze on him, but he didn't say a word. He adjusted the bag on his shoulder and tilted his head to face Dexter.

Dexter had his arms crossed, looking completely unamused with (M/N). He was attempting to wait for (M/N) to say something, letting the silences linger and the unspoken words speak in each other's mind. He just wasn't sure why (M/N) was so bent on leaving without saying a thing, he knows (M/N) knows who he is.

He picked up on those cues. (M/N) had a longing look, one of yearning when he first made eye contact with Dexter. He hid it well, but a father knows his son, and no matter what, a mask always slips eventually.

"Hey, dad." (M/N) finally said after so long, voice quiet and shaky.

It felt like such a relief to say dad, to the right person. But it was also a burden. It wasn't Dexter's fault, but he hasn't been much of a dad his entire life, but (M/N) still couldn't help the way he felt and thought. Not after everything he's been through, but he was going to hold it in. Not say a word about it.

Dexter inhaled sharply, his shoulders were tense, but not tense at the same time. Suna rubbed the back of his neck, it was thick with tension and Suna felt suffocated. This was between a son and father, but Suna was here because (M/N) dragged him along.

Suna gently pushed (M/N) inside the warm mountain cabin before closing the door behind them. If only to get out of the cold, they would be there for awhile.

Dexter hesitated, shifting on his feet before slowly making his way towards (M/N). The man eyed his father, fingers flexing as he was ready to bolt out the door, into the snow and be alone if he seemed fit. He'd feel bad for leaving Suna, but sometimes (M/N) can't control how he feels or reacts, he's only human and many forget that. Even he forgot.

Dexter lifted his hand up so very slowly, (M/N) flinched for a moment. Head titled back over shock, Dexter pulled his hand down slightly, making eye contact with (M/N) before getting a subtle nod. (M/N)'s adam's apple bobbed from a tiny gulp, eyes fluttering close as Dexter cupped his cheek. Taking it all in and letting it be real, praying he wasn't going mad and imagining his son here, and alive.

Suna looked up at the ceiling awkwardly before taking a glance at (M/N). Then he went to a different room, finding it best to not intrude on them, even if he could, he wouldn't know what to say.

It all happened so fast. Dexter yanked (M/N) into a hug, holding him tight. One hand cradling the back of his head, the other around (M/N)'s lower back. (M/N)'s fingers flexed, shoulders a bit tight in the muscle before he forced himself to relax for the second time.

He cleared his throat and hugged back. Both arms wrapping around Dexter's back as he buried himself in the older man's shoulder. Closing his eyes again, this time tighter. Dexter let a slow breath leave his lips, closing his eyes as well and hiding himself in (M/N)'s hair.

"Oh, my son." Dexter whispered so quietly, voice shaky and raw. He did his best to hide his emotions yesterday, too. Trying not to seem like he knew who (M/N) was, how could he not? He looked exactly like his wife, (M/N)'s mother. "I thought you were dead."

(M/N) was quiet for a moment, pulling back slightly. He made direct eye contact with Dexter, hands moving to his shoulders as he gave a firm and gentle squeeze. "I was. Multiple times." He raised a brow.

"Ah, family curse, I suppose." Dexter slowly let (M/N) go, stepping back to give some room. He wasn't naive to see the reactions (M/N) gave, even if he hid it well. "I never wanted that life for you."

"I wouldn't have met Rin if my life was different. May have hated it, but I'm grateful. I got to control it." He shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets.