One Eye ||| M.Tsundere x F.Reader

¹² His Scars

      a/n: just a quick note, i wrote the first part of this chapter listening to 'i like you' by day6, so if any of yall are kpop fans i totally recommend it teeheeee                     stan day6 jflaslkfldsk

        "I tried to hold it down, but I can't do this anymore. I love you, (Y/n)."
        (Y/n)'s eyes filled with happiness, and her heart skipped a beat in happiness after hearing Oryn's words. "I love you too, Oryn."
        Oryn kissed her again, hugging her close. "You never fail to make me feel better, you know. You make me feel more loved than I think I've ever been. Thank you." (Y/n) hugged him back close. Oryn chuckled and pulled away slightly, ruffling her hair.
        "You're so cute." (Y/n) blushed in embarrassment and hid her face in his chest again, hiding her red cheeks.
        "What made you have the sudden change of heart?" (Y/n) asked, her words muffled by his sweatshirt. Even after two days of not changing it, he still smelled like the sweet aroma of cinnamon and firewood. She breathed it in with content.
        "I thought a while about what you said the other night, about staying in the gray zone. It hurt to think about us always being stuck there because I'm too proud to show my true feelings, so I just needed to get it off of my chest before I lost you for good."
        (Y/n) looked up at him and gave him a crooked grin. "I'm glad I have such a strong effect on you!" She teased. Oryn blushed, thinking something else, and flicked her forehead.
        "Don't say that, dummy." (Y/n) giggled.
        "Anyway, I'm going to go take a bath. I feel kinda stinky," (Y/n) voiced, and Oryn nodded, grabbing a book and focusing on something else. (Y/n) grabbed one of Oryn's shirts (without him noticing) and walked into the bathroom.
        Doing her usual business, she washed off the dried sweat and grime from the past few days of fighting, investigating, and stress. She sighed under the warm water, smelling Oryn's bath wash and recognizing it as his usual scent. She climbed out of the bath and dried off, putting on underwear and the oversized long sleeve. She walked out of the bathroom, peeking her head out, and the rest of her body following along. Oryn looked up and smirked when he saw her wearing his clothes. He jumped up and swept her into his arms.
        "Silly girl."
        Shaking his head with a fond smile, he walked into the bathroom to clean himself as well, grabbing some clothes before doing so.
        (Y/n) waited, taking the book Oryn was reading and skimming through it. The contents seemed pretty boring, not her cup of tea.
        Thinking back to the day she had snooped Oryn's room, she made her way to the desk drawer that she had tried to look through. (Y/n) opened it, seeing the journal inside, and took it out.
        Flipping through the pages, Oryn's neat handwriting littered the paper. Most of it was pretty boring, apart from the few times he had talked about his confusion of how he had felt about (Y/n). Looking towards the beginning, she noticed some of the first pages were torn out. After that, it was all about his grandfather. The writing was more sloppy, so she assumed it was from his earlier years.
        Dear Journal,
       Today, grandpa and I went fishing! I thought it would be boring because a lot of what grandpa does is boring, but just hanging out with him makes my day more fun. After fishing, grandma cooked the fish we caught and it was super tasty. I miss mom, but I think I'll be able to go back home soon.
        Oryn
        (Y/n) turned the page. The time had skipped to a week or so from the last entry.
        mommy left. i wont go back home ever again. i hate dad.
        Just that entry by itself was enough to make her heart break. The poor kid had been abandoned, and his one hope was killed. She wished she could have swept up his younger self and told him that it would be okay.
        Dear Journal,
        It's been a year since I've written in this. I've moved on, trying to focus my mind on other things. It's hard, but grandpa helps me. I don't ever think about my days back with the Windsors anymore. Ellis probably hates me now, go figure. The king probably still hates me as always. I'm trying to forget those days in the cellar. I just want to erase them.
        Oryn
        (Y/n) heard the water turn off, and Oryn stepping out of the tub. She put away the diary and closed the drawer. Flopping herself on his bed with his past heavy on her mind, she looked to the opening door, which revealed Oryn with a pair of sweatpants on, and no shirt.
        Damn.
        (Y/n) blushed furiously at the sight. He had absolutely nothing to hide; his abs and chest were basically chiseled stone. Oryn made his way over and laid down on the bed next to her. He smiled at her blushing face and ruffled her hair again. 
        (Y/n) was a bit scared to hug him again and have that much contact with his skin for the first time, but before she had time to back away, he pulled her into his arms again. 
        She quickly turned over, her back now against his chest. He snickered, and repeated her action, now leaving his back to hers.
        Now, she turned back around, facing his back.
        Jesus.
        His back, unlike his front, which was perfect and spotless, had a giant, jagged scar starting from his left shoulder all the way down to his right hip.
        "O-Oryn?"
        "Hm?"
        "What is that?" 
        Oryn gasped, realizing what she was referencing.
        "Oh," he muttered under his breath, turning back around. "It's-- it's nothing. You don't need to worry, okay?"
        "It's something. Stop hiding from me, Oryn." (Y/n) murmured back. He winced and grasped her hand. 
        "Close your eyes, (Y/n). I'm holding you when you need me."
        Her eyes shut.
        A boy, who was only 11, sat on the ground of a cold cell all alone. His eyes were tired from crying, and at this point, he felt as if the world outside had drained away and he was crazy. His cracking and dry hands fiddled quickly, making a giraffe out of one of the many newspaper litterings in this cell. Above his eye was a deep cut across his eyebrow, which was bleeding into his view of the giraffe.
        Constantly stopping to wipe the blood out of his eyes, the wound stung. Outside, Gendrick yelled furiously at his mother, shaming her for being such a slut.
        A slut was what his mother now stood for.
        A bastard is what Oryn now stood for.
        But he paid no mind to this, trying to avoid negative thoughts by thinking about his new giraffe friend. Oryn had wanted a giraffe toy from the store a month ago, just before he was trapped inside this cell. 
        Gendrick never bought it for him.
        The boy's stomach called out, aching for food. Oryn ignored it, making his giraffe.
        "That boy is nothing but a reminder of your promiscuousness, Mila. I'm fed up with him, and you! I only ever wanted you for your worth anyway, which is only a piece of land."
        A slap echoed through the basement's cells. 
        "Gendrick! Don't go down there, please! Don't hurt him, hurt me, please!"
        The king ignored his mother's pleas. Opening the cell and slamming the door behind him, Gendrick took out the dagger he had used on Oryn the night before. 
        "Take off your shirt, bastard."
        Oryn hurriedly followed orders, now scared. He dropped the origami giraffe and took off his shirt. Gendrick raised the dagger with his bitter smile, which constantly would berate Oryn and all he stood for.
        Gendrick put the dagger to Oryn's back and dug it into his skin, slicing through the young boy's porcelain skin slowly and painfully, changing the direction of the knife every now and then to make it more painful. After he was done, there was a jagged wound, bleeding out, from his shoulder to his waist. Gendrick left after a few spiteful words of hate.
        Oryn rushed over to the newspaper he had been working on. He was almost done with finding the combo. Etched into the newspaper was days worth of possible combinations. Pressing into the stones, he finally found it.  
        He wrote it down and circled it several times.
        small, left, top, middle, big, right
        The passage opened. Inside was a steep hallway leading to a bedroom. Folding up the newspaper into a large eye, Oryn rushed out, into the blue-themed bedroom, and away to his mother's office.
        There she was, unaware that he was at the doorway.
        "Mommy?"
        She gasped. "Oh, my baby, come here!" Mila took Oryn onto her lap and hugged him tightly. "Listen: I need to get you out of here, okay baby? You need to get away from the king." Mila uttered under her breath to him. Oryn nodded, not fully understanding. Mila rushed him to the front of the castle, grabbing a horse, and setting Oryn on top of it in front of her. Ellis watched Oryn, his big brother, from the window. He hadn't seen Oryn in a month and had deeply missed his number one role model. Ellis watched Oryn ride off, the last time he would see his big brother in years. 
        (Y/n) opened her eyes, staring at Oryn. "Oryn, I... I'm sorry you had to go through that," she softly said, grasping his hand a little more tightly now. 
        "It's the past now. I've tried to forget about it altogether."
        "I think it's healthy to get stuff like that off of your chest," (Y/n) murmured. They were now sitting up, facing each other. He stayed quiet instead of responding.
        "I think we should get some sleep," Oryn quietly said. (Y/n) looked at him and nodded with furrowed eyebrows. 
        "Okay."
        With that, the new couple got under the covers and fell asleep.

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A/n: sorry for the super short crappy chapter guys lol. I'll make up for it tomorrow. hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading