Healing

XXX - posessive

Sorry for missing the update on Monday (I'm trying to update every Monday), my nephew got surgery so I went to see him after work.

I hope you enjoy this very cute chapter.

Bel, xx

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Dawn is breaking on the horizon, painting the rooftop in a warm golden light as the sounds of the day start to pick up around them. Jaebeom and Jinyoung have stayed all night together there, wrapped in blankets, catching up on the lost time, on all those months after waking from the coma, before they met again. Jinyoung just needs to know everything Jaebeom was up to while they were apart.

"Honestly, I just powered through to graduate and help Eomma," Jaebeom explains when Jinyoung asks about uni as they lie together in their nest of blankets, watching the first rays of sunlight creep over the eastern skyline. "Remember the picture from the exhibition? That was part of my final project in that class. Those were pictures I took of you—before I knew you were in a coma, of course."

"Oh, no wonder it felt like someone was missing," Jinyoung comments, his chest tightening as he thinks of how Jaebeom must've felt when he developed those pictures.

"The whole project was about someone who should've been there: you," the older man says softly. Jinyoung is currently using Jaebeom's bicep as a pillow, so he pulls him closer to his body, and the younger man curls into his side easily, tangling their legs and wrapping an arm over Jaebeom's torso. "I got really behind on classes and projects—for a moment I thought I wasn't going to graduate—but thankfully I managed. Eomma would've got so mad otherwise."

"Does she nag too much about your studies?" Jinyoung asks, remembering the way Jaebeom has always talked about his mother with the utmost affection.

"A bit. She never complained about whatever I wanted to study, but she hates that I neglect my studies in general," Jaebeom answers, softly pressing a kiss to Jinyoung's temple.

"And now that you graduated—what do you want to do with it? Are you going to keep just doing gigs, or do you have a plan or something?"

"For now, I'll keep the gigs. One of my professors told me she could help get me an assistant position with a famous editorial photographer, so I'm considering that option. It's a good way to learn and then make a name for myself," Jaebeom explains, and the younger man nods.

"Whatever you do, I can't wait to see your work."

"And what about you?" Jaebeom asks this time. "Still no idea of what you want to do?"

Jinyoung loses his smile just as he hugs Jaebeom tighter. The older man isn't sure what he wants to do, but he has options and he has tools—at least he has somewhat of a path. Jinyoung is still so lost. He has always been so lost. He now remembers his newfound will to live for Jaebeom; whether that's a valid reason to do so or not remains to be seen, but that's as far as he goes.

"I don't know," Jinyoung whispers. "I guess I could try to find a part-time job at least, if I get more stable. I was doing quite well according to my shrink before we... fought."

"We didn't fight."

"I got upset and shut you out," Jinyoung admits with a huff and pushes away from Jaebeom with fake annoyance. "But before that, I was doing quite well, so I think I could try to find at least a job, to be independent from my family."

"It's something," Jaebeom concedes with a smile, watching Jinyoung with that endless patience. "And at the end of the day, what matters most is that you're doing better, Jinyoungie. I'm sure eventually you'll find something you'll like, either as a hobby or a job."