A Warrior's Heart

Chapter 33; Game

Taehyun tried his hardest to keep his hands from shaking as he carefully applied glue to the sides of the wood. His tongue poked out from between his lips as he dropped the glue bottle to the floor, his focus solemnly on attaching the wooden plank to the basket he was crouching next to.

He didn't really had to fix the basket. He knew he couldn't go back to the other world, but he liked to have the choice.

When he was content with how the plank fit he nodded to himself, reaching for the other pieces to find the one who was up next. He twisted the wood in his hands and furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. But he couldn't find the next piece.

A sigh left his lips and he dropped the wood, leaning back against the side of his bed. He moved a leg up and braced his elbow against his knee, running his hand through his hair. He nibbled on his bottom lip as he looked at the basket.

Even though Taehyun knew he couldn't go back to the other world, he wanted to fix the basket. There was this undying need to see the platinum blonde again. He couldn't get the image of the older out of his mind and he refused to forget all about him.

His gaze shifted towards the lid of the basket, where the person was still engraved into the iron. How Namjoon had explained it to him, he now understood what it stood for. Before he didn't know he had bravery. But now he knew he did.

Beomgyu taught him to be brave. He had taught him to set his fears aside and to just do the things he wanted, the things he needed to do. A smile made its way to his features as he thought about how he had grown, how the boy had changed him for the better.

Then he got an idea. It suddenly appeared into his mind and the longer he thought about it, the more it seemed like such a good idea. His eyes widened and he quickly scrambled to his feet, rushing to his desk and plopping down on the chair. He clicked on the computer and waiting impatiently for it to start up.

When it finally did he immediately got to work. He clicked some things on his desktop, some programs popping up on the screen. His fingers moved skillfully over the keyboard and made a tapping sound fill the empty room. He used his memory and tried his best to create something he knew had to be perfect.

He spend the next few hours, which turned into days which on their turn turned into weeks to create perfect replica's of everyone he had met in the other world. From Chanhee to the wizard, to the emperor and he also didn't forget about the cold hearted warrior he grew so attached to.

Seokjin had to literally drag him away from the computer for dinner and school, but Taehyun didn't mind that. Yes, he wanted to finish the game, but he also knew it was good to sometimes take a break and to freshen up your mind a little and he let his brother take care of him.

When the next day broke through Taehyun was sitting at the table and hastily ate his breakfast, avoiding the quotesions of his brother and not meeting his gazes. He kissed him on his cheek and grabbed his bag, yelling a quick bye before he was running out of the house.

When he approached the building with big neon letters and a game console above the entrance he slowed his steps, eyes big and Taehyun bit his bottom lip nervously. He walked through the glass doors and stopped his his tracks. He looked down at the small USB in his hand and set his jaw before he made a beeline for the desk up front, ignoring everyone else and trying not to be intimidated by all the important looking people there.

When he got back home he saw his brother pushing away a basket full of freshly folded clothes, a sigh leaving his lips and some crumbled papers next to him. There were three men in green overalls repairing the door and the sink the soldiers had broken.

"Whatchu doing?" Taehyun asked as he approached his brother at the table, pulling out a chair and sitting down next to him. Seokjin sighed and sat up a little. His hair was a mess and his eyes were puffy and Taehyun could see the man had been crying.

"We have to move." Seokjin said, voice thick. "I-I can't make the payment.. we're losing the house."

Taehyun looked away as Seokjin sniffled and lifted a hand to wipe some tears which started to dry up away.

"No we're not." The younger then said. He lifted his arm and slammed the small piece of paper down on the table. He tapped it a few times before leaning away and reaching for a cookie sitting on the plate in the middle of the table.

Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the paper. He shook his head and breathed out a small laugh. "T-This is a check for 25.000 dollars." He said, eyes flicking up to the younger. Taehyun nodded as he took a bite of the cookie. "Yep."

"And it's written to you?" He asked him then, trying to put the pieces together. The brunette smiled and looked up at the older. "Yeah."

Seokjin chuckled and shook his head, biting his lip afterwards. "I don't understand." He said, his mind knowing already but his heart fearing it was too good to be true.

"Well I uh.. I had an idea for a game and I worked it out and this morning I sold it."

"You're joking." His brother said, but Taehyun shook his head. "I'm not."

Seokjin breathed out a laugh as tears filled his eyes once more. He had hated the payments every month and he absolutely dreaded the moment he couldn't pay it anymore but now that he saw the check and realized it wasn't all just one joke he couldn't keep his emotions in.

He lurged forwards and wrapped his arms around the younger, sniffling and pressing a fat kiss to his cheek. "Thank you." He whispered, muffling a sob and smiling through his tears. Taehyun hugged him back and patted his back softly.

When he had calmed down he leant back in his chair, shaking his head to make the realization process speed up and then he was reaching for a cookie as well.

"A game, you said?" He asked, genuinely interested in how his younger brother had earned so much money with it. Taehyun nodded. "Yeah."

"And what's it called?"

"A Warrior's Heart."