A Warrior's Heart

Chapter 61; Unlucky Born

It had been a small five minutes before the door to the room opened again. The blonde bit his lip nervously, not daring to look up at the person who walked in. He finally had some rest, are they already back to disturb it? Didn't they torture him enough already?

"Are you alright?" A soft voice then sounded, and Beomgyu looked up. The voice was too nice to be from one of the mean guys around here. Dawon looked down at him with a pitiful gaze.  "I had to make sure they were busy enough for me to go here.. They really did a number on you this time.." He said as he stepped closer, crouching down in front of him.  "Do you mind if I..?"  He asked, trailing off as he pointed at the boy's legs. Beomgyu hestitated a little, but nodded anyway. He really didn't want anyone to touch him right now - save for the brunette - but nothing Dawon would do could make him feel worse than he already did at the moment.

Dawon casted his gaze downwards, lifting a hand and carefully inspecting the boy's wounds. Some of them weren't that deep and didn't hurt as much, but others looked painful as blood still trickled out. Beomgyu hissed through his teeth as the older touched him. His eyes shot up, and he frowned.  "I'm sorry,"  He muttered, and then reached into the wolf's fur he was wearing.  "I brought something for the wounds, it's supposed to make it hurt less and heal faster." He said.

"Thank you.."  The blonde muttered, letting his head hang down again and trying not to cry more as the older applied the cold substance. It was unscented, but Beomgyu could tell it was made from dandelions mixed with another wildflower. He had spend some days in the kitchen trying to learn how to make lunch for his father, and one day a girl had walked in. She had thought him a little bit about healing and how to make medicine, and the part about wildflowers had always stuck with him.

He flinched as the older let his substance coated fingers glide over his calve, whimpering as well. Dawon immediately pulled his fingers back and looked up at him appologetically. "I-t's okay, I'm fine"  Beomgyu immediately croaked out, knowing the man was just trying to help him. Dawon sighed and carefully continued.  "I'm sorry, I haven't had anyone to teach me how to do this, but I'm trying my best."  He said.

"I know, and I'm thankful."  The blonde replied, taking a deep breath as he tried to drown out the pain. After he was finished with his legs, the older moved on to his arms, giving them the same treatment. "I'm sorry for not getting here earlier"  Dawon said. "I wish I could do more.."

Beomgyu shook his head slightly.  "Don't say that, you have no idea what you spared me."  He replied, thinking about what could've happened if he actually broke and told them the information they wanted. "Trust me, I'm happy you came in when you did."

Dawon smiled at him then, and put the cold substance away. "All done! I tried to make it as less noticable as I could so they won't find out I'm helping you, but it's still enough to dull the pain a little. It probably won't work much becuase who knows when they'll be back, but at least it helps for now"  He said and pulled out a chair to sit on. Beomgyu smiled softly and looked at the man in front of him. "Thank you. Really."  He said, before taking a minute to really look at the man.

His skin was smooth, with no signs of war to be found. His eyes were a dark colour, but they didn't held anger or grudge. The nose of the man wasn't small, nor big. Just the perfect size for his face. His lips were full and soft, and unlike the faces of the other soldiers, this man's face didn't have scars or bruises or dirt covering it. He had the features of a soldier, but he was different all the same.

"You aren't like them."  Beomgyu blurted out, unable to keep his thoughts inside his mind. Dawon blinked and parted his lips, visably taken aback.  "Uhm.. thanks, I guess?"  He chuckled. The blonde shook his head.  "I'm sorry I juust.. You look so different from them and you've been nothing but kind to me. You don't torture me, yet you're one of them. It's just kind of odd to me."  He explained.

The older looked down at his hands and smiled sadly then.  "Yeah, I was kind of an unlucky born." He said, making Beomgyu frown.  "What do you mean?"  He asked.  "I just kind of.. happened. When my dad found out my mother was pregnant, he swore to himself he'd make a soldier out of me. That even though I wasn't planned, he'd make the most of it. When I realised I didn't like fighting as must as him, I knew he was going to be dissapointed. So I trained and all to make him happy."  Dawon said.  "I really despise hurting other people, but I did so anyway to make him happy. After his passing, my mother luckily didn't force me to continue doing so, but I'm not allowed to do much else either. So yeah, I'm kind of unlucky I was born into this family."

Beomgyu couldn't do anything other than stare at the older. He didn't know what to say to that. All his live, he's had this perfect relationship with his father. Nothing to comlain, always doing fun stuff together. He didn't know there were people out there who found themselves unlucky to be born into their family.

Suddenly the door burst open, and the mean guy from before stood in the doorway. Apparerantly they had been so into their conversation they didn't hear the footsteps thumping up the stairs. The look on the man's face didn't promise them much goods.

"What are you doing here?!"  The man said, voice booming and loud. Dawon quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed to put the chair back.  "I-I'm sorry sir, I-"  Dawon started, but he didn't get to finish his scentence, as the older took two big steps and punched him square in the face.

"Take him away and lock him up somewhere until further notice, we can't let this go unpunsihed." The man said, watching with a dark gaze as the two other soldiers pulled a wincing man off the ground and dragged him away and out of the room. The man then bend down to be eyelevel with the blonde, and Beomgyu shivered as he leant back in the chair as far as possible.

"Be lucky I don't kill you here and now."  He growled, harshly kicking him in the shin before storming out of the room as well.